In a word, grovel.
I don't want to destroy my own happiness any more than I want to destroy hers. And I crossed lines. Right or wrong, good or bad, I crossed lines with her privacy and trust.
For that, I probably should get down on my hands and knees and grovel.
Probably?
No probably about it.
With that in mind, I head out to fix that problem once and for all.
"What the fuck, Lola?"
Flowers, chocolates, and lingerie litter the floor around me.
"You think any of this is going to get me to suck your dick again?"
It's over a thousand dollars' worth of stuff. Usually, each ofthese alone would be a surefire way to get a girl to go soft and gooey.
Most girls.
Girls who aren't Lola.
And I'm not even trying to fuck her right now.
"No, it's called an apology."
She nods. "Well, too bad. I know a fuck-me bouquet when I see one. And future point...lingerie isn't a gift for anyone but the man."
"You..." I stare at her. "They're pretty. You liked the last lot."
"Good night."
And she closes the door in my face.
Lyndall stomps down the stairs, and her feet appear in front of me as I'm down on the floor, cleaning up. "What the fu-dge?"
"The word is fuck. Just don't say it to Dad." I sit back on my heels. "And 'what the fuck' is my apology just failed. Thanks, kid."
She thrusts a scrap of lace in my face. "Everyone else on the planet knows you don't get a woman lingerie unless it's preplanned. Lingerie isn't a gift."
"She told me. But..."
Lyndall moans. "Oh, man, these chocolates are good."
"Don't eat them. They're insanely expensive."
She eats another, scooping them into their box and shoving another one into her mouth. "Insanely good..."
"I got all this, and she threw it at me."
Lyndall sighs and helps me clean up. Then we get in the elevator and take it to the kitchen level.
"I give up." I pull out a trash bag.
"Don't. And don't throw it out. Here..."
Lyndall pours me a drink, eyes me to see if she can get away with one, but decides to get a can of Coke Zero fromthe fridge instead. She snips the flowers down, laying them on the island. She leaves the lingerie, then eyes the chocolates, pulls out a serving platter I didn't know I owned, and piles on the lingerie, littering them with peony petals from a smashed flower before adding the chocolates in piles.
