THE BATTLEFIELD OF LOVE
Part 23's. Flower Bouquets 2's
I don't dare hope that you don't forgive me. The person I was supposed to protect ended up almost being a research subject, that's unforgivable."
"Why should you protect me? you're playing riddles with me." He really made me wonder where we had met.
"Because you once protected me." He's playing the puzzle again, I'm protecting him, how is it possible, just meet us never. "As I said, the flowers are just to apologize to you. If you can't forgive me, I'm not forcing." He continued his words in earnest and made me know for a moment that either he wanted to deceive me or he was actually telling the truth.
This Russian is talking I'm a very important person to him. This seems to be just his wits.
"You can get another woman but not me. Stop trying so hard."
"Whatever you say Svetluny." Svetluny, sometimes he writes that strange word on his card, I don't understand what it means.
"What is Svetluny?"
"That's Russian, Moonlight. Let's just say that when we first met, you were my first ray of light. And it's not that you're pretty, I'm too used to pretty women." I laugh. This bastard was too cunning and his words were poisonous. How many women have been praised to float by it.
"Moonlight, Svetluny? ludicrous maybe the blonde next to you is Sunlight. You should've named her Moonlight, she had shining hair." I grimaced myself with my words, imagining the beautiful blonde beside her shining like the sun.
"His name is Anna Winslow, she's a Princeton Economics PhD, cum laude, I consider her brain more useful than her body, she's not as helpful as you think. But all golddiggers could be dealt with by him. The salary is big of course. If you ever meet him, you ask me if I've ever touched him." He answered all my accusations. It seemed that he meant it this time, there was an angry tone tucked in his tone.
"You're angry I offended your assistant."
"I'm just straightening your mind out Svetluny. Anna's been helping me on a lot of things, but we don't have the romantic relationship you think we do. If you don't believe you can talk to him."
"I don't have time to talk to him."
"As for you, it's just my way of proving that what I said was true."
"I'm not interested in proving it." He's quiet for a second.
"I have to go there's something I have to handle. If you want to talk or call for help, just call. You know where to look for me." Now he wants to break the conversation.
Why should I ask for his help.
"Stop that flower." That was my only request.
"Lunch with me." He laughed and hung up the phone. He's ignoring my request now.
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Two weeks later. The flower still continued, until my own brother wondered why he was so consistent.
"He still sent flowers for you. What a special fan. " Eliza admired him.
Ignored him. Up to a certain point he'll stop thinking. Leave it alone, but I survive not wanting to see him.
But it can't be.
"It's nice to meet you." This voice made me look. Alexsey's figure at the party colleague's dinner made me regret replacing Eliza who was going to Washington DC.
His figure in a dark suit and a voice as calm as ice appeared behind me. I don't know why I've been a little scared of consistency lately. She still sends flowers every weekend, until when.
"You ..."
"It's me. Sorry to bother you. I can't bear to not greet you if I see you. How are you..." Alexsey with a smile.
"Good." I answered short. He loves wearing dark clothes, scary Russian mafia with his dark clothes. Somehow the frills of his Russia felt a little scary. But brother says his family is not a mafia, but an oligarchy that has to do with the military. It's just like he's got access to a more terrible KGB.
"Your blonde's not coming?" I'd rather have that blonde next to him now.
"Anna? There, he was talking to Mr. Bessette I think. Why do you want to talk to him?" Even so, his voice is soft. His eyes looked at me with such concern that I asked how this horrible person could speak so softly. "You yourself? Where's Eliza?"
"He can't come."
"Why is a girl as beautiful as you no one to accompany? You don't have a girlfriend?"
"People are afraid of contracting an infection by me because I'm a survivor infected, aren't you afraid?"
"Are you serious about your words?" He couldn't believe it, apparently people were avoiding me because they were afraid of getting reinfected.
"Of course I'm serious."
"Ohh so. Not as far as I'm concerned it's not contagious on survivors, after all it's treatable. You must have had a boyfriend before, he left you too." He reminds me of Mark. I just smiled sadly.