Flowers lovers

Joanna, my dearest friend from middle school was finally going to visit me after more than a year we haven't seen each other.

My heart was about to explode at the idea of having to tell her about the failure of my marriage and my affair with none other than the richest man in town. I already imagine her face and I knew her enough to hear already her voice telling me she knew Carl wasn't the right man for me.

One hour and a half later she stood in front of me and the words escaped from her mouth so predictable that I even smiled hearing them.

"What an asshole! I told you since the first day he wasn't at your level and that he didn't deserve you."

I spread my arms and embraced her, I loved how predictable she was and the fact she never contradicted herself.

The next twenty minutes after no words slipped out from her mouth, I was the one who talked no stop with updates of the 'not so mysterious anymore' man I met.

"Oh God, I love him." She snapped her fingers and pretended to clap her hands, "so you have a date and almost had a one-night stand. I am shocked but very proud!" She smiled.

"I don't know if it's the right thing to do," I murmured, "I just broke up with Carl and Cameron already said he doesn't date anymore since he is a successful chief and broker."

It was like my heart was split in two, although I was excited and intrigued at the idea of meeting Cameron, I was also scared of being hurt again.

"Do you have the outfit ready?" Joanna asked, I shook my head.

"Let's have a glass of wine and then choose it together." She took my hand and carried me to the kitchen.

When I told her the man was Cameron Collins she widened her eyes in shock, she barely could believe her ears and she even closed her mouth with her hand and repeated out aloud. "Cameron Collins?!"

A silence followed and then her voice raised again, "do you know who he is?" She asked in disbelief.

No I didn't and to be honest, I was glad I didn't know, she had the same reaction when I told her I didn't know Kim Kardashian.

It's not my fault if I don't have social media and I don't read gossip newspapers.

"Sorry to disappoint you, I never heard about him before," I said with an amused tone of voice. The disbelief in Joanna's face grew and she shook her head once again.

I suffocated a laugh, her facial expression was so funny.

"He owns almost every building in town, the company you work for probably belongs to him too." She said nonchalantly.

I shrugged my shoulders, I figured he was very wealthy the moment I stepped into his mansion.

"I can't believe my best friend is going on a date with Cameron Collins, I don't know if I am happier about you or more jealous." She said while I poured some tea on our cups.

I giggled, we kept chatting about random things, and the hours passed by fast.

***

The next day I woke up earlier than usual to get on a good dress, as according to Joanna he was probably going to visit me at work as well.

She talked about him no stop that I sometimes wondered if she was the one who had to go on a date with him instead of me.

She even listed down some famous flirts he had in the last year and for some instants, I wonder if I am at their level to deserve his attention.

Then my ago came to its senses and I dressed up with the classiest suit I had, and the shortest miniskirt as well. It was a skirt which exposed my knees, as soon as I walked in I realized I hadn't been wearing a skirt that short for years now.

I could say that from the way people reacted to it as if I just walked naked in front of them.

I began to work on the pc, replying to some customers' emails when my assistant knocked at the door.

I gestured for her to walk in and she brought a huge bouquet, red roses, purple tulips, pink camellias, and lilac.

The thought the sender may be Carl didn't even cross my mind, as soon as I saw the beauty and the refinement of it, I immediately realized Cameron sent it.

The assistant already inserted them in a vase and she headed them to me just as amazed as me at the sight.

"Your husband is very sweet," she comments as she placed the vase on my desk, "the flower shop which sent this is one of the most prestigious."

I immediately picked the note on it, I unfolded it and unconsciously a smile grew on my lips.

"C.C"

I didn't even know why two letters juxtaposed by a dot could make me so excited, but before I could realize it my hands were caressing the flowers' petals.

"Thank you," I said, offering her a smile. She returned the smile and after contemplating the flowers for some more instants she finally walked away.

I took a deep long breath, this man sure knew how to sweep a girl off her feet, and from the way my heart drummed in my chest, I could say he conquered me like the easiest prey.