their soft velvety fragrance. Nathan was so romantic, but wasn’t this a little over the top to have red roses sent to her room already?
“Delivery for Candasee Maxwell!” said the man dressed in the uniform for the hotel.
“Thanks, that is me! Let me get a tip for you!”
“No tip is required miss!” the man replied quickly handing her the vase.
“Taking the flowers from him she closed the door and detached the card. After placing the vase on the counter near the entertainment system, she opened the envelope and read it aloud.
“ Welcome Home !” was all it said, but in that bold handwriting she would recognize anywhere. She knew who the flowers were from immediately.
So, Darius was here and he knew that she was too! But what was the meaning of “W elcome Home ”? Her home was where she belonged, back in Barbados not here on Derrien Island. The days for calling this place home were long behind her.
Despite her irritation at the words on the card the flowers beckoned to her invitingly and she buried her face in the scent of them and sensed some of the tensions from the day begin to ease out of her body. Darius always knew how to calm her down after a fight. Roses always did the trick and before long she was back in his arms again and he was forgiven. She never could stay mad at him for long once he gave her roses. Of course he never gave her roses for the fights they had about her career change and maybe that’s why they divorced. He never apologized, and he was never sorry about any of it!
That th ought caused her to stop in mid-sniff to consider exactly what she was doing. Was he still testing her weakness to him with these silly games? Did he enjoy knowing just how easily he could control her? Sending her flowers to get her all warmed up so that she would be open to any suggestion he would make, and not just that but welcoming her home too?
Immediately , two years of pent up anger surfaced and boiled over in one minute. The last contact she had with him was signing for the wire transfer of one hundred and twenty million dollars to her personal bank account as her divorce settlement. He had succeeded in making her truly feel worthless and like a woman who had been tricked into giving her heart away. The money meant nothing to her and she knew to him it was only a drop in the bucket of his massive fortune. She’d wanted him, not his cold voice on the phone wanting to know if she’d received her money without difficulties! She wanted him to admit he was wrong and that it had all been a terrible lapse of judgement on his part and that he didn’t really want to hurt her like that! But there was only silence and a cold payout!
Dropping the card to the floor she felt hot tears spring to her eyes and a stab of pain in her heart that nearly doubled her over. That pain changed to anger and before she knew it she grabbed one of the flowers, her room passkey, and she was striding purposefully toward the elevators. She knew where she was going the moment she left her room and it was confirmed when she pressed the number eleven.
There were only three suites on the top floor of this hotel; the presidential suite, the penthouse deluxe and Darius’ private office and living quarters. Seeing the door she was looking for at the end of the hall she walked quickly and opened the outer door leading from the secretary’s office to his inner sanctuary. She barely nodded at the security guard who was seated in his cubicle before barging into Darius’ domain. The door was slightly ajar and she and knocked on it loudly. Behind her she could hear the opening and closing of the door to the security office and the sound of rapid footfalls behind her.
“Miss, stay where you are and don’t move, this floor is off limits to the guests!” warned the voice behind her.
Candasee was too much in her element and didn’t even bother to turn around to acknowledge the guard. She was waiting for the man seated behind the desk
“Delivery for Candasee Maxwell!” said the man dressed in the uniform for the hotel.
“Thanks, that is me! Let me get a tip for you!”
“No tip is required miss!” the man replied quickly handing her the vase.
“Taking the flowers from him she closed the door and detached the card. After placing the vase on the counter near the entertainment system, she opened the envelope and read it aloud.
“ Welcome Home !” was all it said, but in that bold handwriting she would recognize anywhere. She knew who the flowers were from immediately.
So, Darius was here and he knew that she was too! But what was the meaning of “W elcome Home ”? Her home was where she belonged, back in Barbados not here on Derrien Island. The days for calling this place home were long behind her.
Despite her irritation at the words on the card the flowers beckoned to her invitingly and she buried her face in the scent of them and sensed some of the tensions from the day begin to ease out of her body. Darius always knew how to calm her down after a fight. Roses always did the trick and before long she was back in his arms again and he was forgiven. She never could stay mad at him for long once he gave her roses. Of course he never gave her roses for the fights they had about her career change and maybe that’s why they divorced. He never apologized, and he was never sorry about any of it!
That th ought caused her to stop in mid-sniff to consider exactly what she was doing. Was he still testing her weakness to him with these silly games? Did he enjoy knowing just how easily he could control her? Sending her flowers to get her all warmed up so that she would be open to any suggestion he would make, and not just that but welcoming her home too?
Immediately , two years of pent up anger surfaced and boiled over in one minute. The last contact she had with him was signing for the wire transfer of one hundred and twenty million dollars to her personal bank account as her divorce settlement. He had succeeded in making her truly feel worthless and like a woman who had been tricked into giving her heart away. The money meant nothing to her and she knew to him it was only a drop in the bucket of his massive fortune. She’d wanted him, not his cold voice on the phone wanting to know if she’d received her money without difficulties! She wanted him to admit he was wrong and that it had all been a terrible lapse of judgement on his part and that he didn’t really want to hurt her like that! But there was only silence and a cold payout!
Dropping the card to the floor she felt hot tears spring to her eyes and a stab of pain in her heart that nearly doubled her over. That pain changed to anger and before she knew it she grabbed one of the flowers, her room passkey, and she was striding purposefully toward the elevators. She knew where she was going the moment she left her room and it was confirmed when she pressed the number eleven.
There were only three suites on the top floor of this hotel; the presidential suite, the penthouse deluxe and Darius’ private office and living quarters. Seeing the door she was looking for at the end of the hall she walked quickly and opened the outer door leading from the secretary’s office to his inner sanctuary. She barely nodded at the security guard who was seated in his cubicle before barging into Darius’ domain. The door was slightly ajar and she and knocked on it loudly. Behind her she could hear the opening and closing of the door to the security office and the sound of rapid footfalls behind her.
“Miss, stay where you are and don’t move, this floor is off limits to the guests!” warned the voice behind her.
Candasee was too much in her element and didn’t even bother to turn around to acknowledge the guard. She was waiting for the man seated behind the desk
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