HIS FLOWER

CHAPTER FOUR

FLORIA

The last couple of days had been routine: deliver Mr. Wellington's order at his office, wait for his dismissal, then doze off on his sofa out of boredom. He'd drop me off at my bus stop every time.

That's why I was thrilled to head to school with Ivory for our part-time class at university.

"You haven't told me what's going on between you and dear Mr. Jayden Wellington," Ivory teased, smirking as my face flushed and my pulse spiked.

"What?" I croaked, feeling shy, and she burst out laughing.

"Are you blushing, girl? Something's going on?" Ivory asked, eyes sparkling.

"No! I swear!" I blurted, and she laughed harder.

"I'm serious, Ivy. Nothing can happen between me and that man. We barely talk. I just sit there, bored, while he works, and he wakes me up when I doze off. That's all."

Ivory's expression turned skeptical. "If he likes you that much, why doesn't he just tell you and quit the childish stunts?"

My mouth dropped in shock. "He doesn't like me, Ivy."

"Oh, shut up, girl! That man has the hots for you," Ivory said, conviction in her voice. "Who stares at a girl all day if he doesn't like her? He sneaks peaks at you without you knowing."

"Ivy, we barely talk," I defended.

"Yeah, I heard that. But he refuses to eat unless you do, sits you down in front of him all day, looking pretty for him."

"He's just a special customer, that's what Miss Frederick says."

"A special customer with the hots for my friend," Ivory snickered.

"Did he draw you while you sleep?" Ivory asked, and I yelped, falling into laughter.

"Well, I'm hoping he makes a move and breaks that untouched spell between your legs. You get boring sometimes; a good fuck would be nice."

"Ivy!" I exclaimed, utterly embarrassed.

"What? He's a hot, damn sexy bachelor. Every girl wants a taste of that tall glass of wine."

"Do you?" I asked.

"Nah," she snorted. "He's not my type. Too serious. I like guys who know how to have fun. But I can tell he's your type by that blush on your face."

"Ivy, stop it! I never said he was."

Ivory giggled. "Whatever you say, Angel. I'll sit here hoping he makes a move real fast."

My phone dinged, and I pulled it out to see a message from Miss Frederick.

"Speak of the devil," Ivory groaned.

"I need you here by lunchtime. There's a delivery for Mr. Wellington. Consider this an overtime job. You'll get paid for it."

Ivory squealed loudly. "Isn't he romantic? He's gonna pay to watch you sleep."

"Ivy, stop assuming things! I'm serious. Besides, I'm not going; I'll just tell her I've got classes today."

"Huh? No! You're not doing that," Ivory argued. "Fuck classes, damnit! I'll cover for you."

I stepped out of the taxi and into the familiar building, my route now etched in my memory.

With Ivy as my best friend I have no reason to not be here, atleast none that she bought

"Good afternoon. I have a package for Mr. Wellington," I greeted the beautiful lady who worked as his PA.

"He's busy, bitch. Now take your slutty self out of this building before I have security throw you out." Her venomous words made my heart drop, and my cheerful smile faltered.

"But... I have this delivery for him," I stuttered, feeling my self-esteem crumble.

"You think I don't see what you're trying to do? Throwing yourself at a man who doesn't even notice you. Fool!" Her disdainful gaze made tears well up in my eyes.

I took a deep breath, refusing to let them fall. "I'm sorry. I think you got the wrong impression. I swear I wasn't doing any of that."

Her glare intensified, her face twisted in disgust. "I called security already. Now get out!"

The elevator dinged, and a bulky man approached.

"You can just call him if you don't believe me," I pleaded.

"I'll do no such thing. Now kick her out of this premise and never allow her to come in here again," she ordered.

Just then, Mr. Wellington's door opened.

"What's going on here?" Jayden asked, his voice low and even, but his muscles tense.

"Why the fuck are you crying?" He growled, pinning Stella with a fierce glare.

Stella's voice trembled. "I was just asking security to walk this... thing out."

"Is there a reason why?" Jayden's calm tone belied his tension.

"She tried to lie her way into your office, she clearly taking advantage of your kindness," Stella spat.

"You talk about her like that one more time, and you'll have the rest of that conversation outside of my company. Trust me, you won't get hired even as a nanny."

Jayden's gaze turns to the bulky man. "Get your hands off her."

The security guard released his grip on my shoulder.

"But, Sir, you had a lunch date with Miss Loretha. You said it was important," Stella reminded him.

"Cancel it, Stella," Jayden replied curtly. "And if you pulls this stunt again, you're out of my company. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir. I apologize," Stella said, her voice subdued.

Jayden takes my hand lead me into his offices.
He turns to me once he has the door shut behind us, his expression softening.

"Are you okay?" he asked, concern etched on his face. He cupped my cheek with his right hand, gently lifting my chin to meet his gaze.

Jayden took my hand, leading me to his office.

"Th-thank you," I stuttered, avoiding eye contact.

"Listen to me," Jayden said, his voice gentle. "Next time you get here, head straight to my office. If anyone tries to stop you, tell me. Okay?"

I nodded frantically, eager to escape the humiliation.

"I'll just drop this and leave," I hurried to his table, releasing the package.

"Thank you, Sir, for saving me from that situation, but I really have to be on my way."

I didn't give him a chance to respond before rushing out, fleeing as fast as I could.