CHAPTER 15 :SEND HER FLOWERS
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After storming out of Debbie’s office, Walter returned to his own house . The most expensive building in The Uk
slamming the door behind him. His chest rose and fell with deep breaths as he leaned against the door, his fists clenched.
“Damn it!”
He was furious.
Furious that Debbie had denied the kiss.
Furious that she had looked him in the eyes and called it a mistake.
But most of all…
He was furious at himself.
He had wanted to hold her.
To kiss her again.
To make love to her all night long, just like he had on Valentine’s Day.
But here she was, pretending like none of it meant anything.
Was she blind? Couldn’t she see how much he wanted her?
He ran a hand through his hair in frustration and collapsed into his chair.
“I’m pushing her away.”
The thought made his stomach twist.
Debbie was slipping through his fingers.
And for the first time in his life, Walter Adams didn’t want to lose someone.
Without thinking, he picked up his phone and dialed his personal assistant.
John answered immediately. “Yes, sir?”
Walter hesitated.
Then, in a low voice, he asked, “How can you let a girl know that you love her?”
Silence.
John blinked. “Sir?”
Walter’s jaw tightened. “You heard me.”
John, who had worked for Walter for five years, had never once heard his boss talk about love.
Walter Adams was known as a cold and ruthless businessman. He had been with Annie for seven years, but not once had he ever spoken about having feelings for her.
“Is he actually in love?”
The realization made John pause.
He wanted to ask questions but knew better. Walter hated being questioned.
So instead, he carefully responded.
“Well… If you love a woman, you have to give her reasons to believe it.”
Walter sat forward. “Like what?”
John cleared his throat. “For starters, buy her gifts. Women love gifts.”
Walter frowned. “Debbie isn’t the type to be swayed by money.”
John nodded. “Then be there for her. Make her feel important. Give her your time. Buy flowers. Take her out on dates. And most importantly—” John hesitated before adding the final point, “don’t be with other women. Women hate seeing their man with someone else.”
That hit Walter like a slap to the face.
Debbie wasn’t pushing him away because she didn’t have feelings for him.
She was pushing him away because of Annie.
She thought he was unavailable.
That realization made Walter curse under his breath.
Without wasting time, he gave a new instruction.
“John,” he said in a firm voice.
“Yes, sir?”
“Starting tomorrow, I want you to send flowers to me every single day.”
John blinked. “Flowers?”
Walter’s voice was sharp. “Did I stutter?”
“No, sir! I’ll handle it.”
Walter ended the call and leaned back in his chair, a new determination in his eyes.
Debbie Williams thought she could walk away.
But Walter Adams wasn’t about to let that happen.
She was going to realize something very soon—
She belonged to him.
The next morning, Debbie walked into the office determined to act like nothing had happened.
Walter’s words from the previous day still echoed in her head.
“You are just a shameless woman who offered her first time to me.”
It stung.
She had given herself to him because, at that moment, she felt something.
But clearly, Walter was just like every other man—cold, arrogant, and heartless.
“I won’t let him break me.”
She took a deep breath, adjusted her blazer, and walked to her desk.
As soon as she sat down, a delivery man appeared.
“Miss Debbie Williams?”
She looked up. “Yes?”
The man handed her a large bouquet of red roses.
Her heart stopped.
They were beautiful—wrapped in elegant white paper, with a small golden card attached.
Her fingers trembled as she took the card and read the handwritten message.
“For you. –W.A.”
Debbie’s eyes widened.
Walter.
Why was he sending her flowers?
Her hands clenched around the bouquet.
“No. I won’t fall for this.”
She stood up immediately and stormed to Walter’s office.
Boom!
She pushed the door open without knocking, her heels clicking against the floor as she marched inside.
Walter was sitting behind his massive desk, looking as calm as ever. He barely glanced up from his laptop.
“You should learn to knock, Miss Williams,” he said smoothly.
Debbie threw the bouquet onto his desk.
“What is this?” she demanded.
Walter finally looked up, his dark eyes locking onto hers.
“Flowers,” he said simply.
Debbie’s jaw clenched. “I can see that! But why are you sending them to me?”
Walter leaned back in his chair, studying her reaction.
“Because I wanted to,” he replied, voice deep and controlled.
Debbie’s heart pounded.
“You can’t do this,” she said. “You’re engaged.”
Walter’s gaze darkened.
“I never said I was married.”
Debbie sucked in a breath. “You might as well be!”
Walter stood up slowly, his towering figure making her feel small.
“I want you, Debbie.” His voice was low, dangerous. “And you want me too right “
Debbie stepped back.
“No,” she whispered. “I don’t.”
Walter smirked.
“Liar.”
He took another step forward, and she took another step back—until her back hit the wall.
Walter leaned in.
“You think denying it will make me stop?”
Debbie’s breath hitched.
His scent—**expensive cologne, musk, and something purely him—**wrapped around her like a drug.
She shook her head. “This is wrong.”
Walter’s fingers brushed against her cheek, making her shiver.
“Tell me to stop,” he murmured.
Silence.
Debbie opened her mouth—but no words came out.
Because the truth was…
She didn’t want him to stop.
And Walter knew it.
He leaned closer—his lips inches away from hers—
Until their lips came together again
They shared another passionate moment in the office
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