This imagine is a Valentines Day theme as well as a thank you to everyone who helped this book reach 4,000+ reads. It's also dedicated to the ones who are without a valentine this year like myself. Enjoy❤️
~This imagine is just a fluff. Was feeling a bit romantic.
Sasha Rose POV
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"Another special delivery for Ms. Rose." Julia, my assistant says walking into my office.
"Thanks for knocking. Please come in." I say sarcastically, focusing my attention on the woman in front of me, instead of the clothing designs that previously occupied my attention.
"You should know by now I don't know how to knock. Plus, I'm your best friend so there's honestly no need." Julia says placing a box of flowers on my desk, and plopping down in the chair across from me.
"Anyway, who are these from?" I ask, already suspecting who the person is, considering I've been getting flowers everyday for nearly two months straight.
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"As if you don't know already. But, they're from your man, Andrea." Julia teasingly says, knowing it'll get a rise out of me.
"First of all, he's not my man. Second of all, I was hoping it would be someone else this time. But, sadly for me, it seems as if I'm always running out of luck." I retort, with an exasperated sigh.
"Well he would be your man, if you quit playing games." Julia mumbles. But, it was still loud enough for me to hear.
"I'm not playing games Jul. I'm just not in the mood to have my heart played with, by him." I reply, already exhausted from a topic that hasn't even started yet.
"How do you know he'll play with your heart Rosie? Cause by the looks of it, he seems as if he's really interested in you." Julia brings up a good point.
"Yeah I'm sure he's interested now, until he gets what he wants and leaves. The man has a new woman damn near every week, and I refuse to be another notch in his belt. I may not be perfect, but I'm damn sure worth more than that. Plus, I'm not even his type. He usually goes for the air headed, money hungry whores, who fucks to get what they want." I say, wanting to end the conversation. But, of course, my best friend won't let it slide.
