Total pages in book: 247
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 248926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1245(@200wpm)___ 996(@250wpm)___ 830(@300wpm)
Who did this?
They sat on my nightstand, my desks, and even on the floor, transforming my space into an enchanted garden of various shades of endless blue roses. And there was an all-consuming floral scent perfuming the air.
Oh my God!
It was so beautiful. Enchanting. There was a great poetry to the flowers, even the way they were placed, all cascading in various colors and in certain patterns as if completely intentional.
Whoever did it, had taken their time and really thought every placement out.
Holy. . .Mother Mary.
No one had ever made such a bold and huge romantic gesture like this.
David stomped into the room. “Please tell me that you did this.”
“I did not.” I followed. “When I left at least five hours ago. . .none of this was here.”
A blue envelope lay on the bed.
David gritted his teeth and gestured at it. “Do you mind if I see who this is? It is a security breech after all.”
Shocked, yet curious at who it could be, I nodded.
He snatched it up and tore through the blue envelope. When he pulled out the card, he growled. “The Butler.”
Giorgio. . .
David folded the card and put it in his pocket. “Now I know why Louis was searching for your room this whole time. But do not worry. I will deal with the Butler for you—”
“Oh, no.” I waved my hands. “I have control of this situation—”
“Still, there should be a conversation—”
“I am managing this.”
David leaned his head to the side. “Managing?”
“You know? Um. Dealing with it.” I touched my chest. “Listen. Giorgio only sent these roses to me because I thought that the roses you delivered earlier this week were his, so I told him thank you in the meeting, but Giorgio got mad and said he did not send them and then. . .”
Rage shot over his face. So much so that I stopped talking and stepped back. “What?”
David rubbed his forehead. “Someone else sent you roses this week?”
I blinked. “You mean you did not send those either?”
“No. I have not sent you flowers at all. I planned to do all of that in Moscow.” He looked at the roses and rubbed his head again. “Apparently, I need to catch the fuck up. There is quite a bit of competition for your attention this week.”
Wait. Who sent those damn roses?!
My head twisted in utter confusion. Now I was out of possibilities of who it could be. Giorgio and David made sense, there was no one else on my radar.
Who could it be?
“Goddamn it.” David pulled me out of my thoughts. “Well, the first thing I will do is have several men take these out and then—”
“No.” The word left my mouth fast.
He raised his eyebrows.
I cleared my throat. “I mean. . .”
I scanned the breathtaking view. “David, after today's horror, this is a welcoming sight. I. . .like them. A lot.”
“Of course.” His face shifted to a neutral expression.
“Are you. . .okay with that?”
“It is your room, Blue,” he spoke through clenched teeth. “And. . .you did have a rough night. I care more about your feeling better than. . .getting rid of the Butler's. . .antics.”
Anger radiated off him.
David looked like he planned to break Giorgio's neck when he saw him.
Fear hit me.
I kept my voice steady. “David.”
“Yes?”
“I will handle this. Not you.”
“There will still be a conversation between us.”
“There is no need for a conversation, if I am going to talk to Giorgio.”
His expression did not change. I was now talking to the Lion's number one. “As I said, there will still be a conversation between us.”
My stomach twisted. “Please, let me handle it.”
“I am sorry, Blue.” David scanned the space. “But this is the way of men.”
“These roses are between Giorgio and me.”
“It does not matter. I kissed you. Tasted those sexy lips. I want you fully. There will be no other competition when it comes to you.”
Oh. Wow.
I swallowed. “Please, David. Let me handle it.”
“The only thing that will save Giorgio this evening, is that I have to kill someone else.”
“Okay. Hold on.” I held my hands out. “I do not like the way you worded that.”
“Yet—” His phone rang. He mumbled to himself, “Goddamn it. Can I have one second to myself?”
That neutral expression cracked. Anger bled through. He wrenched the phone out and answered. “Yes? Misha, I am on the way. Yes. Yes. I am well aware that you know exactly where I am at this moment. Give me one fucking minute to say goodbye!”
He hung up the phone and sighed. “Okay.”
“David, I just want you to let me handle Giorgio on my own.”
“Get some rest, Blue. It will be long day tomorrow.”
“I will, but I still want you to promise—”
“Why? Do you care for him?”
“I care that you two end up being violent over me. It would be a waste of bullets and blood.”