Nikolas slipped off his coat, tossing it on the hanger standing in his office. Unbuttoning the wrists of his shirt, he rolled them up to his forehead, before popping open the buttons of his waist coat.
His phone suddenly rang.
He glanced over his shoulder, picked it up and smirked at the name of the screen.
-MY LADY-
Plopping into his office leather chair, he answered the call, popping it in between his ear and shoulder.
"Wife?"
[How did you know where my company was?]
"And why wouldn't I? Wouldn't it be a shame not to know a thing about my wife?"
[That's not what I—fine, but why did you send me these flowers?]
"Is this you complaining?" He threw his legs on the desk, crossing his ankles. "You don't like them? If you don't, I can always send you different kinds."
[That's not what I'm saying?]
"So you like them?"
[I—]
"You've got to learn how to be honest with yourself, Viviana. You like them, and that's okay."
[You know nothing]
