Page 34 of Sexting His Son's Ex
I press the button to reply. “Yes, Terrance?” A low throb forms right between my brows. I haven’t spoken to Luca in a few days. He’s been avoiding me since our conversation.
“You have another flower delivery.”
I sit up straighter and run my hands down the front of my shirt, acting as if I’m about to meet the person behind the gorgeous bouquets. My heart hammers in my chest, a similar feeling to when I went on my first date.
Silly flowers are causing me, Santino Salvati, a ruthless killer, to have butterflies.
Ruthless killers do not get butterflies.
The knock the door has me stand so fast, I hit my knee on the side of my desk. I bend over, cursing under my breath. “Come in,” I grumble.
The door opens and Terrance is hidden behind not one, but two flower bouquets. They are bigger than the others I’ve received, and not that I’d admit it aloud, but I might have inhaled a sharp breath.
It’s ridiculous to act this way.
“Where shall I sit them, Sir?” he asks, not moving an inch since he can’t see.
I rush around the desk to get to him, taking one out of his hands. “Apologies, Terrance. I wasn’t expecting anymore deliveries.” I place one is only long stem black roses on the coffee table. “Please, set the other on the edge of my desk, please.”
“Of course, Sir.” Terrance’s bouquet consists of black and red tulips.
There has to be a theme here. All flowers have been red and black. I’m not sure why. I don’t speak the language of flowers, but I’d love to learn.
I grab the card from the first bouquet then realize Terrance is still in my office. “You can go, Terrance. Thank you.”
“Of course, Sir. If you need anything else, please let me know.” He leaves, shutting the door behind him to give me privacy.
I flip the card over, curious what it could say since we’ve been talking.
“I can’t stop thinking about you. I hope these flowers make your day.”
I smile, rereading the words over and over again, tracing the gold letter with my fingers.
“Who are you? You have me too curious. I’m not sure how much longer I can wait.” The longer we talk, the longer she woos me flowers, slowly seducing me into a puddle of a man I’ve never been, the more I fall.
Eyeing the tulips, I stroll over to the desk, pinching a soft petal between my fingers. Plucking the card from the plastic holder, I read that one too, my heart still racing with excitement.
“I hope one day I’ll be as close to you as these flowers are. To be the center of your appreciation seems like a place I’d never want to leave.”
I growl, fisting my hardening cock as I read her words. I fall forward, gripping the edge of the desk to get a hold of myself. If I ever find out who she is, she will always be center of my attention. All day. Every day.
The want for this mystery woman makes me think of Jovie and a twist of guilt eats away at me for some reason. I don’t stand a chance with her. We can’t be together. She knows it. I know it. I can’t do that to my son, even if he deserves it for cheating onsuch a beautiful, smart woman. She’d be perfect by my side. She has a different perspective. She wasn’t raised in this life, one full of drugs and death.
I have a shipment of weapons coming into the docks at five o’clock tonight and that’s no place for a woman like Jovie. It’s imperative that she stays far away from me, or it will paint a target on her back. She’s too sweet for the ugly world I live in.
She deserves flowers too. Rainbows. A fucking unicorn if they existed. I’d give everything bright and happy to her. I’d find a way.
Even though my heart wants her, my soul knows that isn’t possible.
It’s best if I forget about her and focus on the person behind the flowers. This person must know who I am and what I do. Hell, they must have heard rumors about what I’ve done.
There’s one that is still talked about around town.
I had my men hold someone over a fifteen-story building from the roof. Upside down, of course. They had told one of their little friends about my drug operation and they tried to steal from me. His friends ended up dead and I had to deal with him.
Then, he accidentally fell out of their hands and splattered to the ground.
A sad, sad day.
