REBORN FOR REVENGE

CHAPTER TWELVE -VANESSA'S PLAN

Vanessa’s POV

Harold closed the door behind us as soon as we got into the suite. The lights were dimmed, casting a warm glow over the well furnished room. On the side table, sat an unopened bottle of expensive whiskey, with two glasses beside it.

“Make yourself comfortable, Vanessa,” Harold said, his voice low and eager as he gestured towards the massive king sized bed in the center of the room.

I replied with a soft smile, lowering myself onto the edge of the bed, trying to ignore the nausea that was bumbling in my belly. I crossed my legs and stared ahead, trying not to look at Harold’s greasy looking face.

Harold closed the distance between us in less than a minute, sliding his hands around my waist and pulling me towards him

“I can’t believe you are actually here,” he murmured against my neck, his breath hot. “y=You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

I bit my bottom lip, trying to keep myself from rolling my eyes at him.

“This room is impressive,” I said, trying to change the subject.

“Of course,” Harold winked, burying his bald head on my shoulder. “Only the best for you.”

His hands were already creeping up my body, when I shoved him away suddenly.

“What is the problem Vanessa?” Harold asked, seeming annoyed. “Are you trying to play hard to get?”

“No of course not,” I replied with a shaky smile. “I just think we are going too fast.”

Harold came closer to me again. “Don’t worry this pace is perfect,” he said, with his hands for my ass.

I shoved him away even harder this time, just before he could grope me.

“You need to be more patient Harold,” I said in a flirtatious voice. “Give me a few minutes, let me get ready for you.”

Harold’s frown transformed to a smile almost immediately, “okay, I will be waiting for you then.”

I found the bathroom before he could change his mind and locked the door shut.

What the hell had I gotten myself into this time?

I hadn’t walked into this room with Harold without a plan to get out of this situation, but the question now was if it was going to work.

I removed my dress, revealing the black lingerie set I had worn underneath, then I pulled out a black lace mask from my purse and slipped it on before stepping backwards to stare at my reflection in the full length mirror.

I looked sexy, like a femme fatale ready to cause some damage, all that I needed to complete the look was a whip.

Just then my phone beeped with a message—-We are in position, it read.

Reading that softened the tense knot in my chest somehow. All that was left now was to stall before they arrived.

I pulled out a pair of handcuffs from my bag, feeling my stomach dip in anxiety. I had never done anything like this before.

Was I really about to do this?

I thought about the smirk on Mara’s face, how she expected me to fail.

How Harold had expected me to really sleep with him.

You have to teach these people you can’t be messed with Vanessa. I felt my heart harden at the thought.

As soon as I stepped out, Harold gasped, standing up from the bed and licking his lips lewdly.

“You really came prepared for me,” he smiled as he walked to me. Just as he was about to touch me, I placed a finger on his chest, keeping him at arms’ length.

“I am in charge,” I warned with a calm smile, gently pushing him until he fell to the bed.

“Before we start, we are going to play a little game,” I said to him and his dark eyes widened with glee.

“What plans do you have for me, you little temptress,” Harold grinned as I brought out the handcuffs.

“You are going to have to be a good boy, if you want me to reward you,” I replied with a small smile.

Harold’s countenance changed immediately, “I don’t like being tied down.”

“Well you are going to have to change for me,” I shrugged. “I like to play with my food before I eat.”

Harold still didn’t smile. “I am just not comfortable with it.”

“Oh Harry baby,” I rubbed his chest with a pleasing smile. “What are you so scared of?”

His face slowly formed a smile. “Okay, but don’t do anything weird.”

“Of course,” I lied. “Besides, I’m just a girl, what can I possibly do to you.”

That seemed to make him ease up, because he leaned back and raised his hands for me to handcuff him to the bedpost.

“What a good boy,” I smirked, tapping his head softly.

“Yes,” he nodded his head. “So you should reward me.”

I looked down at his pathetic face, with a frown. “Oh honey, you are definitely going to get what you deserve.”

Just then, there was a knock on the door. “Room service,” a voice called out.

Harold frowned at me, “but I didn’t order anything—”

“Well I did.”

“Come in!” I called out and two hotel staff walked in, pushing in a huge trolley.

Harold stared at the men uncomfortably, watching as they set down the trolley. “Can you both hurry and get out of here?”

“Harold!! focus on me,” I instructed, making him turn his head to me.

I lowered my head to his ear, fully straddling him at this point. “You see those men over there,” I whispered coolly.

“They are tabloid photographers and they are going to take some very inappropriate pictures of us,” I whispered and then I watched as the excitement in his eyes turned to fear.

“What?!” Harold screamed. “What are you talking about?” he asked as one of the flashes from the photographers went off, capturing our back angle.

“Since you want to be a sleazy cheating bastard…” I whispered as they took more photos. “I am going to make sure your wife gets a copy of these pictures, as well as every popular news outlet.”

Harold panicked immediately, struggling with the handcuffs as I rolled off him.

“You b***h!!” he hissed angrily as more flashes went off in his face. “Set me free right now or—-”

“Or what?” I asked. “Are you going to threaten me again? Get me fired?”

Harold went silent immediately.

“I don’t think you understand the position you are in, Mr Harold Cooper. If these pictures ever get out, your reputation would be ruined forever.”

Immediately, his expression turned from anger to fear. “What do you want from me?”

I ignored him as I stood up and walked to the photographers, “thank you very much gentlemen.”

“Anything for you miss Vanessa,” one of them replied.

“Please wait for me outside,” I instructed and they nodded and left.

Then I turned back to Harold, who was still helplessly handcuffed on the bed.

“The question here is, what can you do for me, Harold?”