Roses For Him Novels & Stories

The street was quiet, children playing a block away, a dog barking somewhere, the city moving on without him. Finally he pulled away from the curb. The roses stared up at him from the seat, red and perfect and useless. He thought about Ross, how she would smile when he handed them to her, how she would assume they were for her. He didn’t care. Let her have them. Let them wilt in her vase. They had never been meant for anyone else.

I asked him. "Come on, Sophia. This is for you and, I also made sure I get you your favorite color. Red. I know how much you love red roses do much and here, I got you one. Come on, it's for you." He pass the rose to me and signal to me to accept it from him. I slowly took it from him and accept it. "You still haven't answered my question yet. What are you doing here?."

That's not romantic, that's insane. His mouth curved faint, almost a smile. "Maybe. But I paid attention. Learned what makes you smile a silk dress that moves with you, heels that don't pinch, lingerie that feels like a secret. Tonight's your favorite foods, this beach setup because you mentioned loving ocean air in your social media post once, Not random, Intentional." Before I could fire back, he reached behind the nearby setup, pulling out a massive bouquet of red roses two dozen at least, wrapped in black tissue, dew still clinging to petals. Held it out steady. "For you. No games now."

I looked away. "It's for your baby." I looked at him. His forehead was scowled. "Next time, I'm gonna pick your dress." My brows creased. I felt anger. "Excuse me," He opened his mouth and clamped them together. "Hi, beautiful roses for beautiful you." A bunch of roses was pushed before my face. My nostrils filled with the scent. It helped to placate my anger. A slow smile crawled on my lips. "I know you like them." His soft voice poured in my ears.

I can feel my cheeks heat up, I don’t know what to do with his carefree display of desire for me. “Thank you, you look incredible too.” I say and he hands me a bouquet of flowers. “Oh thank you, how sweet of you. These are beautiful.” I say smelling the beautiful red roses. “I love roses so much, this is so thoughtful of you.” I say smiling so hard, my face hurts. I love roses; anyone that buys flowers for me has a special place in my heart automatically. “That’s really good to know.” He says smiling at me and closing the door.

I quickly locked my phone and tucked it away like it hadn’t just shattered the thin shell of calm I was holding onto. He opened the door and slid in beside me, his warm cologne swirling into the air like a comforting breeze. “These are for you,” he said, extending the roses. I took them with a soft gasp, inhaling their sweetness. The scent was rich, fresh, and surprisingly grounding. I traced a finger over one of the petals and then glanced at him. “They're beautiful. What’s the occasion?” He shrugged with a smirk. “No occasion. Just reminding my wife that she’s special.”

He wasn't saying anything sexy, yet my heart tugged, making me want to hear more of it. “Please do not send me any more roses; I don’t appreciate them.” “Do you not like roses?” He gasped, and I heard a low humming sound. I should have asked first before I went ahead to buy those flowers. Do you not like roses? “I do not,” I lied. “Then what do you like?” “Chocolate Cosmos” – I knew how extremely rare the flower was. Even with his wealth, how could he ever get any of them? “Good,” he exclaimed, like he had just hit the jackpot. “I will send something you like next time.”

“I’m touched.” “About what?” “You.” “Me?” “Yeah. Why did you choose roses? I mean, I like 'em but you may never know if I were to hate it or don't go well with it." He chuckled. "Baby, I chose the red roses because I realize that I have fallen for you back in the greenhouse. Remember? You were hiding, all alone and surrounded by roses. You stand out so much that you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." "You saw me?"

I give them to her. "I love roses but the fact you brought the red ones scores you another point in my book." she smells them. "Good to know that." I grin. "But you know you needn't have brought them anyway." she stares. "I wanted to." I reply. I was passing this flower shop when I saw these good looking roses. My mind immediately went to Della and I knew I had to get her a bouquet. "Okay. A minute, I need to put these in a vase." I wait for her from outside before she returns all set. We get inside the car and I fire the engine to the busy street.