Language of Flowers

Kelly woke up and saw a bouquet of white roses and then the face of the man who had betrayed her. She shook visibly, and he walked closer to her.

“Kelly, I needed to come and see you. I did not do this–I needed you to know that. Someone hacked my phone and released your pictures. I tried to call you and I knew you were ignoring me.”

She pulled her hospital gown closer together because it was loose over her décolletage. Vance had seen all of her, even though she had taken those deeply sexual photos for Rafe, Vance had given her a lot of pleasure and they had fucked right after she took the selfies. But now she was shy in front of him, was he telling her the truth or gaslighting her? Vance, she had found out after, was pretty substantial in the business world. He had enemies and was in the middle of a business merger.

“You didn’t have to come, I did this to myself…”

Kelly, that night was intense. I enjoyed it, I enjoyed you and I meeting that night. I did not just come here…” he handed her the roses. “These are for you.” He stood back and looked at her. “They got the person who did this to me. A woman I had been with who was mad because she was stalking me and saw us having sex. I am sorry, Kelly.”

Kelly took the roses. Vance told her more about how his phone was hacked, and she felt the tears come down her cheeks. She almost killed herself for a narrative that she made to herself. Went to Rafe and blamed him for it —blamed Vance for it. 

When it was someone like her, someone who had done even worse to Vance than she had done to Rafe. She had almost killed herself in front of him.

“Vance,” her voice shook. “I am sorry too.”

He sat on the bed and held her, she shook with her shame with herself that she could not tell him. She remembered how she had had sex with him like a vampire, thinking about Rafe. When Vance had been a good lover and was here now with roses.

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