Pure Soul

I give Dom a quick smile, but it fades as I swiftly walk around the counter and grab his collar pulling him into my face.

“What the…!” I don’t let him finish that sentence as I shout in his face “You moron!”

"How could you do this!" I shout, shaking him roughly by his collar. "What did I do?" he manages to ask, struggling to break free.

“Show me your phone!” I yell.

“Alright! Alright!” he breathes as he shoves his hand in the front pocket of his jeans and hands me his phone. I free him from my grip and snatch the phone. I know I’m being harsh on him, but I’m mad right now.

I swipe up on the screen to unlock Dom's phone with one hand while swiping mine with the other.

“Where did you save Lizzie’s number?” I glare at him. “I…uh since she dictated her number I saved it in my notes and then forwarded it to you” he shrugs.

There is only one likely explanation, either Dom noted down the wrong number or I messaged the incorrect one.

After I match the numbers I throw a deadly glare at him.

“You pinhead,” I murmur. He leans back, aware of the fact that this time I would choke him to death.

“You…forwarded me the wrong number,” I say, giving his phone back. He is even scared to take it back.

As he should.

He’s speechless. I mean why not? He is the one at fault and not me.

“I…I’m sorry,” he says with a hint of guilt in his voice. “Now don’t kick me out of the job because of that,” he mutters as he slowly leans forward.

I blink a few times before I say “But that doesn’t mean that I’m not mad at you.” and then walk over to the counter.

I sigh as I take a seat and lean back in my chair.

“Emy, I’m truly sorry…I didn’t mean to—No, no just…just leave it,” I interrupt, staring up at the ceiling.

“You must have prepared so much for her,” Dom says. “All of your hard work got wasted because of me,” he continued.

“No, it didn’t,” I glance at him. He raises an eyebrow confusingly.

I shake my head.

“It’s complicated.”

“Oo…” Dom mouths.

I prefer not to talk to him about this at the moment. Like, what will he think? I allowed two men, who were actually part of the mafia, into my home for dinner just because I accidentally messaged one of them?

It would have become super awkward if I had sent them back.

Besides, they were really nice to me.

“Anyway,” I start as I open the register and look for the pending orders. The hotel order….

“Dom,” I say, without making eye contact with him. “You have to drop the order of Lilies and Roses by 9 am at the Double Tree Hotel,” I finally glance at him.

He nods as if he remembers this order.

“But first you have to pick those flower boxes from the salesman?” I stare at him to make sure he can deliver the flowers on time. “I have got this,” he smirks as he gets up from his seat and heads towards the exit door.

That’s what I like the most about Dom. He’s never late for pick-ups and deliveries. Always punctual.

I look down at my registry again and search for the other pending orders. I want to finish these all today only so that tomorrow I can hang out with Lizzie and have some fun with her.

Even though she told me that she would visit my floral shop, I don’t want her to just sit here and get tiresome while I’m busy with customers and their orders.

Anyway, for a while I receive some orders through calls. I give them the exact dates their orders would arrive and hang up. Some customers even complimented me about my shop and how they would love to pay a visit here.

Sometimes I feel so glad that I chose this as my career.

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It’s so scorching today.

I grab the cool water bottle from my counter and I flinch as the door of my floral shop slams open.

What the heck?

Two muscular men, appearing highly trained, stride in with heavy weapons slung over their shoulders. Both are dressed in matching black T-shirts and pants. Their expressions are stern.

I stand up from my chair and slowly try to approach them.

Lord, they look scary as hell.

They both position themselves beside the door and when one of them opens it, he enters.

Zack.

His eyes scan the whole shop before it lands on him.

He smiles.

What. In. The. World. Is. He. Doing. Here?

“Pardon me, blossom. I didn’t mean to freak you out with my unexpected visit,” he says it while approaching me.

He called me a what?

“No…it’s fine,” I swallow hard.

I seriously thought he might have forgotten about me.

Come on…he is the mafia man and…he can have as many girls as he wants. I don’t even think I’ll believe him if he says he doesn’t have a girlfriend.

Because ain’t no way.

Wait a second…

Why the hell do I even think that he came for me? Of course, he’s here to buy something from my shop.

“Your shop is well maintained,” he looks around.

I nod and lift myself on my toes as I notice a limo outside my door.

Zack notices my actions and looks over his shoulder.

“What is it?” he asks, glancing towards me. His expression is calm.

“Uhh…Where is your friend whom you brought with you last night?” I ask.

“Keith?”

“Yeah, Keith.”

Zack shrugs and says, “I assigned him a task, so he's occupied with it.”

I nod.

“So, would you like to have some drink?” I ask.

“Thanks, but I would prefer to take a look around your shop,” he grins.

I purse my lips before I say, “Okay.”