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"Are you sure? You want to buy her that?" he asks a little bit unimpressed with the idea.
I just roll my eyes at his little tantrum and continue inspecting the piece of art in front of me.
"Yes I will"
"Okay good but can we go now. Just buy the damn thing. You have been staring at it so long that I think it's beginning to feel self-conscious." comes the annoyed voice of my friend.
I turn and face him having enough of his behavior. It is indeed my fault. I asked the impatient man to accompany me in search for the perfect "I am sorry gift" for Rose. I thought that maybe a second opinion wouldn't harm.
"Xander I just want to be sure it is the right one for her."
"It's a painting for God's sake. How can it be wrong for her? You and your ideas. Couldn't you buy her a diamond necklace and just be done with it?" Xander asks.
"No, she won't like it."
"She is a woman. Women like shiny things. "
"Well she does not. Flowers also fall of the table, she can't understand why someone would pay money for something so frail and cliché. She actually hit me with the first bouquet I bought her and I quote "Why would you pay so much money for flowers. Do you realize that you could have bought me food instead of this plants?"."
"What kind of woman is she?"
"Different. At least for me."
"So why the painting?" I could see that he is truly curious now. He wants to know more about the woman that bewitched me into actually thinking about someone else, other than myself..
"Well I told you about our contract." "
"Yes. Contract. Smooth move by the way Casanova." Xander ridicules me.
"Oh shut up. You have to admit it was a brilliant move." I answers while smirking.
"Yes it was. But..."
"No. I don't have the patience to listen to your stupid jokes. Anyway, I took her to the reopening of the Michel's Gallery and we just spend the whole night observing the paintings. And she loved this one. So I am buying it for her."
"She loved this one?" Xander askes quiet confused.
"Yes, why?"
"Well, I mean look at it."
And we do just that.
We are both looking at the art in front of our eyes. It isn't something spectacular. Just red strikes on a white canvas, at least so it seemed at the first sight.
Then the more you stared at it, the more you started to actually see it. The simple red strikes became violent. It looked somewhat brutal, raw and unfinished, almost as if the artist forgot to finish it. It didn't inspire nothing warm.
"Why would she love it?" Xander askes perplexed.
"Why wouldn't she?"
"It's...it is not art. It's nothing beautiful" he tries to explain himself.
"Well it is art and art is not always supposed to be beautiful. Sometimes it is supposed to hurt. And I think that she is seeing herself in it. I think there is more pain inside of her that she doesn't want anyone to see."
We both are quiet for a while. Both for different reasons.
I can't stop comparing the painting to my Roza.
It feels as if it was made exactly for her.
I just wish she will forgive me. That she will give me a chance. Maybe with this gesture she will see how much she means for me.
"Mr. Makariy have you decided upon a painting?" the woman asks me while smiling, for sure feeling pretty pleased with herself knowing that I will buy at least one painting.
"Yes. I would like to purchase this one. Have it packed and delivered at this address. " I instruct her while giving her a piece of paper on which is neatly written my address.
"Very well."
"Now can we go and.." Xander tries to talk, but just then my phone starts ringing.
"Excuse me. I have to take this, it's my bodyguard." I excuse myself and take a few steps so I can put some space between me and Xander.
"Yes Oleg?"
"Sir you told me to call when we can give a precise location on her whereabouts."
"Yes. So?"
"Well she went out. She is having lunch. The same place as always"
"Okay well thank you. Keep watching her."
"Sir, that wasn't all."
"What do you mean?" I can already fell my body tensing up. I know I will not like the additional information just by Oleg's voice tone.
"Sir, apparently she is having lunch with John Anderson"
"What?" I growl.
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The Ceo's Game
Chick-Lit" You remind me of a line from a poem I once read. " I slowly get up and start to caress his face. " Oh really? Which poem?" he asks with a smirk on his handsome face, probably thinking that my answer will amuse him. "It's called "For woman who...
