shut down her laptop and hastily tucked it in its satchel.
“ Later,” Rochelle called after her retreating back.
“ Yeah, have a great day,” Desiree said as Cynthia shut the door. She took the sticky pancake dish to the kitchen and cleaned up while Rochelle went on watching TV. When she was done, Desiree went back to her room and neatly arranged the covers before jumping in in the shower. She had no plan for the day, but she thought she could at least freshen up. Thoroughly scrubbed, she put on a comfortable pair of black jeans and a slightly faded turquoise tube top. She held her freshly washed hair up and returned to her bed. She retrieved her phone from the dressing table and noticed that she had three messages from Taylor. She tapped on the thread and read through the messages.
Morning babe. I was at the store but they told me you had taken the day off. Maybe we could do some lunch later. Call me.
Scratch that. How about we have dinner instead?
I’ll cook.
There was a cheery emoticon next to his last text. Desiree smiled fondly as she began typing.
Dinner sounds great. I’ll meet you at your place tonight.
She sent the text and then sat at her desk.
“ Might as well check out my emails,” she thought as she scrolled through her unread messages. “Spam…scam…spam…..really?” she thought in surprise as she saw a message from her ex Leon. “You do not ever give up, do you?” she muttered irritably as she clicked on a message she knew was going to be a transparently manipulative plea for reconciliation.
Hey Dee.
It has been a while and I have to talk to you and THIS is the only way I can do it since you NO LONGER pick up my calls or reply to my messages. I know I said that I wouldn’t contact you again, but it is getting increasingly hard to keep my mind off you. At first I thought that you were just jealous but I now understand. I should have been more upfront about my marriage. But Dee, the truth is that my wife and I were over a long time before I met you, and I have already told her that I don’t love her anymore, and that I want to be free to love you but she won’t let me go. I miss you, Dee and I will never love anyone the way I love you. You have spoilt me for other women, I just want you. I need you, babe. Just come back to me.
Your ‘one and only’
Leon
Desiree rolled her eyes as she deleted the message. Just then, she heard the chirp of a new message. She looked at the screen and sighed when she saw a text from Leon had just come in.
I emailed you but I never got a reply. Please, just tell me when I can see you. I am staying at the Royale penthouse. I would LOVE it if you would come over and see me sometime.
She shook her head in anger as she put the phone on the bed. Too angry to think, she was initially lost for a solution to deal with this increasingly intrusive pest. As her anger abated, a plan began to form . In one decisive action, she picked up her purse and walked out. When she got to the living room, she found Rochelle signing for a bouquet of red long stemmed roses.
“Somebody misses you a bit too much ,” Rochelle said smiling awkwardly. Desiree strode over to where she was and pulled the card from the vaguely tacky arrangement. She looked at the name at the bottom and tore it up before tossing the shredded piece of paper on the flowers. “Hey, that’s no way to receive such a loving gesture,” Rochelle said.
“ Well, the person they are from does not deserve a minute of my time,”. Rochelle frowned as she tried dusting the pieces of shredded paper from the petals.
“ Well, the flowers are beautiful. I am going to put them in some water,” she said.
“ No, toss them,” Desiree said with unusual abruptness as she looked in her purse.
“ Why?” Rochelle asked.
“ Because I said so,” Desiree said with finality. Rochelle looked at her and shook her head.
“ Excuse me?” she asked, bewildered.
“ You heard me. I don’t want to see those damn
“ Later,” Rochelle called after her retreating back.
“ Yeah, have a great day,” Desiree said as Cynthia shut the door. She took the sticky pancake dish to the kitchen and cleaned up while Rochelle went on watching TV. When she was done, Desiree went back to her room and neatly arranged the covers before jumping in in the shower. She had no plan for the day, but she thought she could at least freshen up. Thoroughly scrubbed, she put on a comfortable pair of black jeans and a slightly faded turquoise tube top. She held her freshly washed hair up and returned to her bed. She retrieved her phone from the dressing table and noticed that she had three messages from Taylor. She tapped on the thread and read through the messages.
Morning babe. I was at the store but they told me you had taken the day off. Maybe we could do some lunch later. Call me.
Scratch that. How about we have dinner instead?
I’ll cook.
There was a cheery emoticon next to his last text. Desiree smiled fondly as she began typing.
Dinner sounds great. I’ll meet you at your place tonight.
She sent the text and then sat at her desk.
“ Might as well check out my emails,” she thought as she scrolled through her unread messages. “Spam…scam…spam…..really?” she thought in surprise as she saw a message from her ex Leon. “You do not ever give up, do you?” she muttered irritably as she clicked on a message she knew was going to be a transparently manipulative plea for reconciliation.
Hey Dee.
It has been a while and I have to talk to you and THIS is the only way I can do it since you NO LONGER pick up my calls or reply to my messages. I know I said that I wouldn’t contact you again, but it is getting increasingly hard to keep my mind off you. At first I thought that you were just jealous but I now understand. I should have been more upfront about my marriage. But Dee, the truth is that my wife and I were over a long time before I met you, and I have already told her that I don’t love her anymore, and that I want to be free to love you but she won’t let me go. I miss you, Dee and I will never love anyone the way I love you. You have spoilt me for other women, I just want you. I need you, babe. Just come back to me.
Your ‘one and only’
Leon
Desiree rolled her eyes as she deleted the message. Just then, she heard the chirp of a new message. She looked at the screen and sighed when she saw a text from Leon had just come in.
I emailed you but I never got a reply. Please, just tell me when I can see you. I am staying at the Royale penthouse. I would LOVE it if you would come over and see me sometime.
She shook her head in anger as she put the phone on the bed. Too angry to think, she was initially lost for a solution to deal with this increasingly intrusive pest. As her anger abated, a plan began to form . In one decisive action, she picked up her purse and walked out. When she got to the living room, she found Rochelle signing for a bouquet of red long stemmed roses.
“Somebody misses you a bit too much ,” Rochelle said smiling awkwardly. Desiree strode over to where she was and pulled the card from the vaguely tacky arrangement. She looked at the name at the bottom and tore it up before tossing the shredded piece of paper on the flowers. “Hey, that’s no way to receive such a loving gesture,” Rochelle said.
“ Well, the person they are from does not deserve a minute of my time,”. Rochelle frowned as she tried dusting the pieces of shredded paper from the petals.
“ Well, the flowers are beautiful. I am going to put them in some water,” she said.
“ No, toss them,” Desiree said with unusual abruptness as she looked in her purse.
“ Why?” Rochelle asked.
“ Because I said so,” Desiree said with finality. Rochelle looked at her and shook her head.
“ Excuse me?” she asked, bewildered.
“ You heard me. I don’t want to see those damn
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