THE BATTLEFIELD OF LOVE
Part 22's. Flower Bouquets 1's
POV Monica
"Kesinalah. Your weekend flowers are coming again." My assistant pulled me to a table in the front room of my boutique.
Some weekends there are flowers that always come to my desk. And from the same person Alexsey Mashkov.
Just flowers, nothing else, no phone, no messages. Only the card is written in a line of greeting. The message is ordinary, may your day be pleasant, take care of your health, may this weekend make you happy, without any coy seduction. Plus, the flower arrangement comes with a large vase, with amazing flower variations and different types.
"Gosh, this is so pretty. Now we have a lot of vases." My assistant pulled me forward in the 8th week the flower came. This time a stunning blend of lilacs, roses, lily and daisies with predominant colors of white and pink.
He put that big vase in the boutique showroom knowing I didn't want to put it in my room. But this one is so beautiful that I want to look at it for longer.
"Yes this is beautiful, ..." I was glued to the large wreath, admiring it with my hands folded in front of my chest. Looks like these flowers have been our wait because they continue to come on weekends like this for weeks.
"It's the 8th week she's sending flowers. Very consistent, no. You have a very loyal fan." My assistant has never seen a fan who sent me this consistently.
Actually the last year I had no fans, they were afraid, I had survivors, they were afraid I was carrying the virus and passing it on to them. The doctor said it would not happen. So for three years this time I just got some flowers.
"Leave it up to three months or a year." I'm laughing now.
"You're so mean, shouldn't you call her."
"Leave it."
"Svetluny, you called me at last. How are you."
"Who you call Svetluny, my name is Monica." Svetluny what does that mean?
"Alright Monica. I'm glad you called, what can I do for you." My kidnapper's voice sounded very calm and he probably forgot he had a flower bill for me every week. Maybe Blonde was such an ugly job that he forgot to cancel his flower order.
"You. why you keep sending flowers." And it goes like sending flowers like that is pointless.
"I just wanted a chance to apologize, you said if I called you and you'd block my number. So what can I do, just send you flowers. I don't want my old friend to be mad at me." This Russian (russian) is still insisting that he's my friend.
"I'm not your old friend, I told you we never met."
"And I'm sure we've met, 100% we've met ... " He stopped. "The flowers are just for apologizing, without any intention, without me realizing I've made a mistake with you, it should be that when we meet again I can thank you. Telling me what's been going on since our last meeting, but what's happening is that my people are bullying you and making you a test subject, I understand you don't want to see me at all." He insisted however we had met. And now I'm curious.
"Where have we met in fact?"
"I won't say it on the phone. Meet me and we'll talk face-to-face. Come have lunch with me on the weekend." I think it's his wits to take me out, I'm not going to have lunch with this Russian mafia.
"I'm not going out with you. I'm not interested in you at all. Don't expect too high with me."
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