Page 3 of Love Me Forever

Once I’m back in my office, I get online and find out everything I can about Amelia.

It doesn’t take long to compile a report and within an hour, I learn almost everything.

I know she’s inherited the flower shop from her grandmother. She lives alone, her parents are deceased. Her grandmother raised her and passed away only a year ago. My heart grieves for her, knowing how she feels.

Amelia is a survivor, life keeps handing her lemons and she’s making lemonade and making the best of it. You can see it with her personality and yes, I even hacked into her social media sites. What can I say? When I want something, I go after it. I’m coming up with a plan to get her in my life, in my bed and I’m going to keep her tethered to me for fucking ever.

I get on the phone and start making plans and it’s not for work. For the first time in a year, I’m doing something that I’m more passionate about than work.

Amelia is a florist, flowers are out, chocolates are kind of eh, maybe a letter. Something old school in a world full of technology. Who would think a man who self-made his company in the technology field would get out a piece of paper and pen to write a letter to woo a woman. She may not even be interested, but I have to give this my best shot.

Amelia,

Dinner at Fallhaven Bar and Gill 7pm

Tuesday night.

P.S. I refuse to take no for an answer.

Yours,

Damien

I have a courier send it over to her place and sit back in my chair and see what her response will be.

Chapter Four

Amelia

I can’t believe the nerve of that man.

Ugh, does he not get how wrong it is to ask me out after purchasing flowers for his girlfriend? Clearly, the way he wrote and signed “All my love, Damien” on the card, then asking me out, says he doesn’t.

It’s as if he doesn’t understand that there is no way I’d ever poach on someone’s significant other.

I’m still dwelling on Damien, when I hear the door chime again. At this rate I’ll never be able to leave at a decent hour. I know I shouldn’t complain. Business is great, in fact better than I could ever imagine. Sometimes though, a girl could use a breather to play catch up. I wipe my hands on my skirt to get the moisture off of them and go out to greet the new customer.

“Hello, welcome to Birdies,” I say, but before I can reach my hand out to shake the young man’s that just walked in, he asks for me by name.

“Hi ma’am. I have a delivery for Amelia Dunn.”

“That’s me,” I answer as he hands me an envelope.

“Here you go, have a nice day,” he says, as he walks out the door, leaving me to ponder who would send me a letter by courier.

When I open the envelope and read it, instantly knowing who it’s from. He has me so irritated I walk over to my desk and grab the business card he left here, grabbing it I turn the lights off and switch my sign from open to closed.

I’m on a mission, a mission to give Mr. Jones a piece of my mind. I notice his office building is only a short walk from where my shop is and by the time I get there my anger is more like an epic rampage. I stop by the receptionist desk and ask to see the man of the hour.

“Hi, how may I help you?” she asks.

“Hello, I need to see Damien, please,” I respond curtly. I know it’s not her fault Damien is a two-timing imbecile, but I can’t help my anger and it’s getting the best of me.

“Do you have an appointment with Mr. Jones?”

“No, I don’t, he was just in my flower shop a few hours ago and left something there and I’d like to give it back to him.” I lie out loud, if my grandmother heard me right now, a flip flop would no doubt be sailing through the air to hit me upside the head. I’m apologizing in my head to her now.

“Let me see if he has a few moments to spare, what’s your name?”

“Amelia Dunn, thank you.” I take in the office as she’s on the phone calling Damien. This building has a relaxed feel to it. Clean lines and smooth edges, and the greys, whites, and blues make you feel calm. That’s not at all how I’m feeling at the moment, though.

“Ms. Dunn you can go on up, he’s on the second floor,” she says, but I’m already heading up the stairs, bypassing the elevator. No thanks, those things can get stuck at any moment. I much prefer not being trapped in a square box held up on a cable.

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