Chapter 5

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Oliver's POV


Wow, June actually had the guts to offer Melissa a ride home! Well, two can play at this game..

"Oh? And why did you make such a sudden offer, my dear brother, are you jealous?" I asked

He snapped his head towards my direction and glared at me..

"My concern towards Melissa is none of your business, Oliver!" He hissed

His concern huh? Concern my ass! You just want to get another girl to be your mistress!!

"Oh yeah?" I spat, "if you know about Melissa so much, what's her favorite type of flowers?"

"Isn't it obvious?" He shot back, "It's white roses!"

Wow, I did not expect that to happen!

I flinched in response...

"Alright.." I said regaining my composure, "I'll leave you two alone, you're correct, June...They are white roses."

I waved to Melissa as I drove away..


June's POV


Wait....what?

Melissa and I stared at each other, obviously surprised..

"Is...that true?" I asked her

"A..A-about what, s-sir?" she stammered

"Your favorite flowers are...white roses?"

"A-ah...yes, sir."

Wow, lucky guess..

"Mr. Beaterez?"

"Ms. Foster, when we're alone, call me June.."

She nodded.

"Alright then, June?"

"Yes?"

"Have we....meet before?"

I thought about it first, then I shook my head..

"I don't think so, Melissa.."

"We're on first name basis, I see.." She pointed out

I chuckled at Melissa's comment, even though it was meant to be a joke or not..

"...but...how did you know what are my favorite flowers?" She continued

Point taken...

"It...was a lucky guess..and....usually women love roses on Valentine's Day."

"A-ah..I see..A...A lucky guess, i-indeed.."

"Well then, Melissa...Shall we go?"

"Y-yes, June..we shall.."

I drove to her house in silence, but..

"Melissa, can you please tell me the directions to your house?"

"Oh, of course.."


Soon, we arrived at a two-story apartment, the walls were made of marble . There are four glass, window-panes each with sky blue curtains, the roof was green, and they were fresh Irises, Dahlias, and roses planted in front of the silver gates...


She must be a rich girl..., I thought


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