Free Surreptitious (London) by Danielle Breeze

girl but I knew they must have cost a fair whack. I honestly had no idea why I was standing there thinking of the price of roses when I should have been thinking where the hell they came from. I glanced around the rest of the lounge, not exactly sure what I was looking for but whatever it was, was not there. The place was silent, almost eerily silent and everything was as I left it.
    This actually made me feel worse being as I knew for a fact that if either Harp or Jase had been there, then evidence of their visit would have been left all over the place. I noticed the flowers had a card resting at the base of the vase so I picked it up and swore under my breath when I read the note.
     
     
    Baby Girl,
    I hope you’re feeling better today, try and get as much
    rest as you can. Keep the VIP passes for yourself and your friends,
    when you come to the club next time I’ll have a member of staff
    keep an eye out for your drinks ;)
    Call me
    Jax
     
    X
     
     
    Damn that man! He’d written his phone number on the other side and under normal circumstances I’d just throw it away but I wanted to know how in the hell he’d gotten inside my apartment when he didn’t have a key and I wasn’t bloody there! I immediately grabbed my phone and sent him a text (I might have wanted to know how he got in my place but that didn’t mean I was going to give the satisfaction of actually calling him!)
     
    Flowers are beautiful, but unnecessary,
    how the hell did you get into my place?
     
    I waited less than a minute for his reply
     
    I’m sorry, who is this?
     
    Argh!
     
    You know exactly who it is you big jerk.
    Answer my question
     
     
    Who is this? What a stupid reply, unless he makes a habit out of breaking into girls apartments and leaving them expensive flowers and notes. My stomach tightened at the thought that he just might be sending lots of different girls’ flowers and I really didn’t like that, at all. Damn him for getting to me. A few seconds later I got another reply.
     
    Ahh, Miss Corsi. They were not
    unnecessary. Beautiful flowers for a
    beautiful girl of course. 
     
     
    Ok well, that was a really good reply but it still didn’t answer my question. Before I could form a reply the phone vibrated in my palm causing me to jump, I glanced at the screen, frowned but answered regardless. This jerk was going to get a piece of my mind.
     
    “You can’t just go around breaking into the homes of strangers for crying out loud. Even if it was to leave beautiful flowers...thank you for that by the way...but still, just...who does that?!”
     
    “Hello to you to beautiful. That was quiet a greeting”
     
    “Argh, are you for real? Seriously, this is not cool. How did you get into my place?”
     
    “I bought you the flowers, wanted them on display for you, so I got another resident to open the gates for me and jacked your lock”
     
    That’s it! Straight up just admitted he broke into my apartment as if that behaviour is rational and expected?!
     
    “What...You can’t...How...WHAT THE HELL?! You cannot just break into my home!! Are you crazy!?”
     
    “Now now, don’t go getting all worked up about it, I didn’t break-in as such. There was no breaking involved, as you can see your door and lock are both in one piece. I don’t know why you’re angry, I was leaving you a gift!”
     
    “A gift I do not want! And if you were so desperate to give me flowers, could you not have just waited until I was home and bought them over then? Or better yet, stay the hell away from me like I told you to in the first place!!”
     
    “See now, technically I have done what you told me to do. The precise reason I came when I knew you were out was because your words were that you didn’t want to see me. I did as I was told. And again, right now, I’m not seeing you as I’m sat behind my desk in my office and by my guess; you are probably still standing next to your beautiful flowers in your lounge. Am I right?” I