Handled

Chapter Twelve

I tried not to glare at the playboy in front of me. 

Matthew Collins was the hottest thing to hit televisions world wide. 

An action star, from a tv host, to even reality tv, he dipped into it all, and the whole world hadn't stopped staring at the honey blond hair and the stunning blue eyes. 

He was entirely too fucking handsome for his own good. 

And if it was his super power, he was using that shit for evil as he tried to hypnotize me with his baby blues for the past five minutes. 

He smirked, bringing the glass of scotch to his plump pink lips. 

The chattering atmosphere that was thrumming around us, not stopping him from somehow making the public place seem entirely too intimate. 

I shifted slightly, allowing the slit of my dress to expose more leg. 

His eyes latched on immediately, before he brought them back to mine, a smile on his face. "What did you say your name was again?" he asked smoothly. 

I grabbed the scotch out of his hand before throwing it back, trying to ignore the fact that my whole body was now burning. 

He blinked shocked at me. 

I slammed the glass down, moving closer to him at the bar we sat at. 

"It's Zola Doxin, we've met like five times before, but whatever. I need to talk to you Matt" I finished quickly, watching his eyes cloud with confusion as he stared at me. 

"I would remember-"

"I didn't have my boobs pushed up this high, or my ass in this tight of a dress. Listen, I work for Cords, the company you have a long standing contract with. I'm the girl who threw that stapler a few months ago, while you were there" I finished quickly, rolling my eyes as his jaw dropped. 

"You broke that vase" he whispered, shocked as he stared back at me. 

I  nodded with a shrug. 

"Listen, I'm going to shoot really straight with you. Your handler, Shaun, he is my arch nemesis, a true and utter douche bag full of dicks" Matthew choked, "I do not like him. Recently he has decided that he wants to stage a hostile take over of the company. You have no reason to leave him, to betray him, but I can promise you this. I am going to destroy him, thoroughly. His boat will sink and when it does, you can be on land with me or you can drown with him." I stared evenly at the super star in front of me. 

He was quiet for a while, thinking over my words. 

"Why are you coming to me? Shaun has other clients, or have you gone to them already?" he asked, watching me with an intelligence I was starting to appreciate. 

"No. I'm coming to you, first, because I want you to steal all his other clients for me as well" I smiled over at the man. 

He laughed, "so you want me to do all the dirty work?"

"I'm a busy woman, I don't have time to steal all his top tiers. I'm ruining him in other ways, currently. So yes, I need your help."

He leveled with me, "and what would I get out of this?"

I smiled, "I heard you wanted to break into modeling. What if I told you I'd have you on any cover you want, standing next to Jasmine Jones" I added, watching a light shine in his eyes. 

"My manager couldn't even pull that off" he scoffed. 

I smirked, "I'll have your deal ready for you to sign tomorrow, if you do this for me. If you become my client. We are not just a shit show company. Shaun gives you the basics. I give you the full package, deals, connections, what you want I go get. Any time you need me, you have me. I'm there for you, full time no restrictions. You just have to promise me you can get your friends off his roster."