A Deal With The Devil

Chapter 23

A/N.

Hey loves!

I haven't updated this book cuz I'm so engrossed writing my new book. Anyways, I will be updating often as soon as our first grading exam is done.

Read my new book BEHIND THAT BITCH. Thank you!!!!
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"Jessa. Cancel all my meetings for today." I instructed my secretary sternly.

My secretary looked stunned. "Yes Mr. Ross noted." She paused. "Is there anything else?"

"That would be for now."

She nodded and strode out of my office.

I clicked my laptop to the link Taylor gave me. Scrolling it again forthe hundredth time. She's back in New York for her own company...

Oh God I miss her....

Without wasting more time, I stood up and wore my suit and strode out of the building quickly. Heading to her newest company here in New York. I have waited this for months already.

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Isabella's POV

"Isa. There's a dozens of roses waiting for you."

"Really?" I suddenly felt excited. It must be Gabe. We both resided here in New York together. Finding more opportunities.

The florist entered the roses in my room in different colors. Pink, violet, red, white and yellow. There's a sudden beauty added to my room with abstract paintings and a pile of paper works.

A minute after, the devine scent of roses devours my office.

The florist is still adding some roses.

I counted them. 3, 6, 9, 11 and lastly, the last dozen the florist was holding. The 12th one.

I suddenly felt flutterry from Gabe. Such a sweet guy.

"Ma'am here's the last one" The florist said anf handed me a beautiful bouquet full of yellow roses. I love yellow! I really admire Gabe so much he really knew.

I immediately dialed Gabe's number and called him.

"Yes sweetcheeks?" Gabe said sweetly.

"Hey.... I just want to thank you from the flowers you sent. I definitely love them. How did you know I love yellow?"

He was silent for awhile.

"Sweetcheeks,  I don't remember sending you flowers."

My heart suddenly palpitated. He must've think I was cheating on him.

"Really?"

"No. Check the receipt or maybe there's a letter."

God! I forgot about that I was carried by my excitement that I forgot to confirm.

I checked the letter.

Hey Beautiful.

Welcome to New York again. Welcome home.

I want to catch our lost times so let me invite you to dinner.

Call me: *********
  -Simon❤

One beat passed two.

My temper suddenly flared. What does he want from me? We had settled what we had. What we had is like a book. It will end and it already ended. I don't find a reason for him to be sweet, which is unusual because he was never sweet at all. He hated me. Why does he want me again. He needs his inheritance again?