Devil

I don’t even bother to look at the flowers Emily is introducing to me, because it’s really hard for me to focus on anything other than her captivating presence. I don’t feel attracted to anything thing when she is around.

Her face radiates more beauty than any flower. Her scent is more enchanting than any blossom. When she smiles with her pink lips, it feels as if my entire life hinges on that moment.

God, why is she like this?

Visiting her shop to explore it was just an excuse to meet her again. I want to get close to her. I want to know more about her. I want her to know how much I like her.

The first time I met her, she did the exact opposite of what I had expected her to do. She didn’t kick me out or insult me for knocking when I as a stranger to her walked into her house so abruptly. Well, I wouldn’t be mad at her if she had done that to me.

She had a right.

But she didn’t.

Those hours that I spent with her, although she didn’t tell me much about her other than her family and her floral shop.

“And these are called Anemone, one of my favorite flowers,” Emily glances at me with a grin.

“Mhm…” I gaze at her.

She scrunches her brows as a sign of worry. And it is then that I realize I have been staring at her for like two hours.

“Oh,” I blink. “Yeah…that’s great,” I swallow as I finally glance at the flowers she was talking about.

“I love these,” I say and look at her again with a smile.

I notice her wringing her hands nervously.

Darn it! I made her uncomfortable. I swear this is so awkward.

“I would like to buy these,” I gesture at the flowers which she called Anemone I guess?

This is the only way to escape from such an inconvenient moment.

“Sure,” she smiles wide and walks away, approaching the counter.

I look around and catch the sight of purple flowers, placed neatly on the glass shelves. “I would like to have these too,” I look at Emily while pointing at the purple flowers. Her eyes follow my finger, and then she looks at me.

She nods.

“Anything else?” she asks while opening her registry.

“And the pink ones,” I point at the bottom shelf.

“Okay,” she says as she writes down something in her registry. “Would you like to take these right now or would you prefer it to get delivered at your place?” she glances at me questionably.

I open my mouth but shut it again. It takes me a few seconds before I ask her “Will you deliver this on your own?”

That would be amazing if she did because I really want her to visit my place at least once. I hope she won’t get terrified.

No, she won’t be. I’ll be there with her.

She’ll be safe with me.

“No, I have a delivery boy,” she hesitates as she speaks.

My smile fades away within a few seconds.

A boy???????

I feel like I want to stab myself after hearing that.

“No thanks, I’ll take them myself,” I nod and manage a smile.

I walk to her counter and take a seat opposite hers.

“As you wish,” she shrugs as she hands me the bill.

Three hundred dollars? That’s it??

I sigh as I lean back.

“What? Is it too much? I can make it a bit less for you. As a friend?” she smiles sympathetically.

She can’t be serious right now.

“Sweetheart,” I chuckle as I sit straight. “It is way too less for me,” I tell her.

I look back at one of my guards as he approaches me and places one hundred thousand dollars on the counter.

Emily is in shock which is evident on her face.

“What is this?” she glares at me. “Spend it on your shop and the flowers you buy. Also, buy whatever you want and if you ever need more give me a call,” I say as I smile but it drops the moment I notice her expression.

A deadly glare is plastered on her face, but simultaneously her eyes are filling up with tears.

What the hell? I’m just trying to help her out.

“You are mocking me?” her voice almost sounds as if she can burst into tears at any moment.

I move my lips, yet I don’t say anything.

I didn’t mean that.

I didn’t mean that.

I didn’t mean that.

“You called me poor?” she rolls her eyes, avoiding the tears to slip.

“Wait,” I lift my hands to calm her. “I just- Zack,” her voice is nearly above a whisper.

“First of all, I’m fine the way I am,” she breathes. “Secondly take your money back,” she pushes the chair on which she is sitting with such a rage that it almost falls and walks away.

“Wait, Emily!” I get up swiftly as I try to approach her but she stops and turns around to face me. “I don’t want to see you again,” she says sternly.

I pause for a while.

I messed up so badly. It’s driving me crazy now.

“Please leave,” her lips quiver.

She hates me. Lord, she hates me now. And it’s because of me only.

I hurt her feelings which I didn’t mean to.

“Emily- Please,” now she begs. “Please,”

I swallow hard as I turn around and signal my bodyguard to take money off the counter. Even he seems disappointed.

I can’t believe I destroyed my image in front of her.

Damn it, Zack!

I slowly approach the exit door and when I do, I look back for the last time. She’s looking down at the floor while wringing her hands again.

I clutch the doorknob so hard that my knuckles almost turn white. I feel like an idiot right now.

What have I done? Hurt the most precious soul I have ever met?

I twist the knob and open the door, walking out and my bodyguards follow me.

I quickly approach my limousine, open the backseat door, and take a seat inside.

I roll down the car window and look at Emily's shop.

I clench my jaw.

Damn it.

Damn it.

As my other bodyguards take a seat in the car the driver starts to ride off.