50 Shades of Q

Knock, knocks & shocks

Awakening to the New York warmth and Biscuit mewing at me I pulled back the covers and dragged my sorry ass out of bed.

Trudging to the kitchen I flicked the kettle on to boil and picked up my phone off the bench. It was one in the evening and I had no shifts today which worked out well enough considering I had to go meet Brian at three.

Placing my phone back on the counter I dug under the sink for a tin of cat food. My poor baby wasn't accustomed to me waking up later and would be famished. Using one of my kitchen utensils to loosen the slop in the tin until it plopped into the cat bowl I heard vibrating. Once Biscuit was contently feasting I snatched up my phone again. A text message. Now things were getting weird, the only reason I even had a phone was to get called into work, never had anyone texted me.

Opening the message I heard a knock at the door.

"Just a minute!" I called out before sitting my phone down and ambling to the door.

Opening the door I saw a young boy about 17, maybe a little older standing there holding a large white box.

"Delivery for Allira Caprice-Vescovi." The young man greeted.

My expression obviously in utter disbelief the boy handed me the box and turned to leave.

"Hey... what is this and aren't you gonna ask for a tip?!" I said loudly since he was halfway down the hall of my apartment complex.

The kid smirked. "Lady, I already raked in on the tip... as for the sender, he said you'll understand soon enough."

Slamming the door shut I juggled the massive box as I plonked it down on the sofa.

Sitting next to it, Biscuit ran over and jumped up in my lap. Giving him a cuddle I noticed the card on the package. Reaching out to grab the card I heard another knock on the door.

Clambering up to go open the door my eyes couldn't leave the package. One person at my door a day was unheard of, two was ludicris.

Reefing the door open I saw a small sea of faces all somewhat covered by bunches of red roses.

"Miss Caprice-Vescovi?" The woman in the front quizzed.

"Yeah but..." I began to be stopped in my tracks as the small crowd began piling into my small and unkempt apartment placing boxes of roses wherever they could sit them.

"Who sent you?" I hollered as the crowd began to exit and roam down the halls.

No answer. Just silence.

A text, a package and dozens of red roses. What was this madness?

My mind strayed back to the text. I'd never got the chance to read it.

Back at the bench I finally made my coffee and grabbed at my phone. Opening the message I was intrigued to see what it said, unless it was my power supplier threatening to shut off my electricity again then they could suck it.

Before I could glance at the phone there was yet another knock at the door.

Stumbling across the room I almost pulled the door off it's hinges. Standing there was a man in dark sunglasses and a suit.

"I'm looing for Allira...." He begun.

"Carpice – Vescovi, I'm her but who are you?" I interrupted.

"My name is Stefan I've been hired by an unnamed customer to come here and pick up up for your appointment." Stefan spoke slowly, his face reminded me of Chuck Norris but his voice sounded like Clint Eastwood.