Page 181 of Tall, Royal Hater
Less than half an hour later, while I was still stewing and overthinking to the max, there came a knock at my apartment door.
I paused in front of it and squinted suspiciously. “Who is it?” I called.
“Concierge,” the familiar voice of a woman said.
Disappointment sunk my shoulders—wait, no! No! Not disappointment. Relief.
Rubbing my teeth together, I opened the door. “Hi Su—”
I stopped. And gawked. Because in the short, older black woman’s arms was the bouquet and gift bag I’d thrown back in Shehryar’s face.
“I take it from that expression you know what this is,” the lady said, smirking knowingly. “Because the handsome young man who left them with me was adamant that I had to convince you to accept them. He also asked me to tell you that his gifts meant nothing other than that he cared for you and wanted to give you something.”
My heart pounded at the base of my throat as hot blood swarmed my cheeks. I swallowed around it and scowled. “Stupid fucking dickhead.”
But I didn’t sound as pissed off about it as I wanted to.
Mariyah:
I binned the flowers
Mariyah:
Don’t bring any again
Dickhead:
That’s okay they’re yours to do with whatever you want
Dickhead:
Did you like the books?
Mariyah:
Did u fucking tell Shehryar about my Bookgraph page wishlist?
Esmeralda:
No why?
Mariyah:
Because he bought me the ENTIRE Iris Catlow cowboy parade series!!!
Esmeralda:
WHAT????!!!
Esmeralda:
Oh my gosh that’s so cute!!!!!
Mariyah:
No no not cute Im angry!!
Esmeralda:
