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did. I knew he
was a very private person, and if I had sold his story to the tabloids, he
would have every right to be angry at me. But another part of me was still so
hurt and angry; too much damage had already been done to our relationship.
Just thinking about everything brought on a headache. I
rubbed the bridge of my nose to ease some of the pain, but the pounding in my
head wasn’t going away. I had vision of a future full of headaches as long as
things between Jake and I were still so unsettled.
Chapter Seven
I rolled my eyes as the delivery man came by the office to
drop off a large bouquet of flowers. It was the third delivery we’d had of flowers
that day alone. Every single day of the past two weeks, I had gotten deliveries
of flowers, chocolates, stuffed animals; you name it, sent to my office and
apartment.
Though Jake had left my office sad and dejected, he hadn’t
given up hope of winning me back, it seemed. He only redoubled his efforts. I
still wasn’t taking his calls, and he knew better than to come by the office
again since Allison threatened to toss him out on his ass if he did, so he took
to sending me gifts. My office looked more like a florist’s shop then it did a
matchmaking service.
“What should I do with these?” Allison asked, holding up a
bouquet of red roses she had just signed for.
I waved my hand in front of me pointing out all the other
bouquets. “Put it anywhere there’s room, I guess.”
She emptied out a small trash can and tossed the bouquet
inside it before placing it on top of our copy machine.
“Do you think you should put that there?” I asked,
skeptically.
“That’s the only free space left, unless you want me to put
it on your desk,” she replied.
I looked in front of me on my desk where there were already
two bouquets, one of white orchids and another of hydrangeas, and shook my
head.
“Leave it there,” I said.
“Ugh I swear if we get another bouquet, I’m going to refuse
to sign for it,” she grumbled. “Can’t that guy take a hint? Like really?
Sending flowers every single day, multiple times a day for the past two weeks
is just nuts. ”
“I guess not.”
“Meanwhile, he’s spending a small fortune on these flowers
and gifts, and it’s all going to waste. Some people just have more money than
sense,” she continued.
I smiled at her, though inside I had to admit my attitude
was softening towards him. It wasn’t the gifts and flowers that were winning me
over, but the fact that he was so determined to win me back. Even after I
refused his calls and ignored him, he still wanted me bad enough to send me
something every day.
I knew it was juvenile, but I couldn’t help the way I felt.
I didn’t know yet when I’d be able to see him without being reminded of our
past, but I could tell my anger was slowly fading as my life continued to get
back to normal.
“You think I should call him?” I blurted out thoughtlessly.
Allison looked at me like I had just confessed to an
interest in hunting endangered animals. “You’re joking right?”
“Um...yeah...kinda. I don’t know,” I replied flustered. “I
think I might be able to forgive him. Not yet, but sometime in the future. It’s
hard to stay mad at him.”
“I just have two words for you,” she cautioned. “Jude
Marshall. You remember how you always gave him second and third and fourth
chances, and look where that got you.”
“That was more than two words.”
I frowned at her even though I could see her point and even
agree with it. I had always had a soft heart and couldn’t hold grudges for very
long. That was probably why guys thought they could take advantage of me. I
knew Allison was right, but I didn’t want to believe it.
“I’m serious Chloe,” she said. “You shouldn’t just go
running back to him like nothing ever happened. It’ll just make him think he
can buy your love. At least make him sweat a little. I mean honestly, Chloe,
for being a successful