HIS HIRED BRIDE

CHAPTER -5

"A ROSE NO MATTER HOW BEAUTIFUL IT IS, STILL HAS TO CONTEND WITH THORNS."

MARCELLO TROCELLI P.O.V

The first girl who walked inside made me groan in annoyance. From her dress, you can clearly see it, she is not here for an interview.

"Hi, I'm Brittney Coleslaw." She gave me a flirtatious smile.

"Marcello Trocelli and this right here is my best friend and business partner, Rafael Solano." I introduced and asked her to sit on the chair across from me but to my surprise she made a move and came directly behind me and Raf.

She turned my chair around and put her long tanned legs between my thighs, making both me and Raf shocked.

Her dress was too short, giving me the view of her black thong. I shuddered from the image and looked at Raf, who was openly staring at the women with wide eyes and open mouth.

"Hire me and I will take you on a long adventurous ride." She whispered seductively making me shivered in disgust.

"It's my office not your hooker club Ms. Coleslaw." I snapped.

"So you want me to hook with you?" she bit her bottom lip and turned her head towards Raf, "and your sexy best friend."

"Get out!" I ordered.

"Wh...what..." She stuttered "you didn't even take my interview?" she put her legs down and stood straight.

"Your time is up. You can leave."

"That cannot happen. I'm Brittney Coleslaw. The Yale topper. Any company would hire me without a resume. I choose the company where I have to work, and I choose this, you cannot do this to me. I get what I want." She yelled like a bat s**t crazy, making Raf cover his ears.

"That's it." I bang my hand on the table and stood up taking her arms and dragged her out of the room, slamming the door shut on her face.

"Wow." Raf commented looking terrified.

"That was some interview." He laughed, making me also smile.

"You know what, I need a break. You attend the next girl, I badly need some fresh air." I informed him walking out of the office.

"Am I making a mistake with this plan?"

"Is my decision not right?"

"Did I choose the wrong woman for my job?"

"f**k it, the first step was so wrong."

I shudder remembering that psycho Brittney, I walked straight towards my terrace but halted when I noticed the open door.

"Who dares to enter here? Didn't they notice no visitor sign?" I fume in anger and walked inside but my feet stopped as I watched a girl engrossed in plucking the rose thorns.

She was so busy with her work and softly speaking to someone. Her voice was so soft and velvety that I wanted to hear it more. It was giving me some sort of calmness.

"Poor You, I'm sorry for your sister. I know it's hard when a family leaves you. But don't worry, she's in a better place now." She assures someone with affection.

I walked near her and stopped, looking at her in confusion. She was holding a baby rose in her hand and patting the other baby rose which was still attached to her stem.

As if sensing me, she stopped and her shoulder got rigid. Very gently she put the rose on the mud and stood up.

I waited impatiently to know who she was.

And finally she turned, making me stumble. The sun directly hit her face making her glow naturally. Her peach dress flows as air touches her twirl, making it dance with her tunes. She cover eyes from the light and very slowly moves it away from her eyes making me gulp down.

I have never seen such alluring hazel brown eyes. She was staring at me and I forgot for a moment how to breathe. Her dark straight hair flowed with wind at her back and clashed with her face. Her dress was perfect showing off her curves. She was looking like an Angel. Her bare minimal makeup face describes her as I have thought correctly. Beautiful yet simple.

"Excuse Me?" She waved her hand in front of my face, taking me out of the zone.

"ahh..ahh...Yes...." It took me a moment to get a grip.

"Who are you? Do you work here?" She asked.

"Do you know who takes care of this garden? That careless person, I want to give him a piece of my mind? Does he even know how to seed a flower? Forget about flowers, do you know who the architecture of the garden is? They have done a horrible job. Who put Rose's directly at the centre? They all are dying from the sun. The Orchid's should be in that corner. The grasses were dry. The sun is shining behind the Sunflower." She rambled with her hands flowing from one direction to another and I stood like a statue hearing her complaints.

"Hey, are you dumb or what? I'm talking to you?" She snapped at me and I looked at her with wide eyes.

"Did she just called me dumb?"

"Me? Marcello Trocelli dumb?"

"Miss, do you know who you are talking to?" I asked her with raised eyebrows.

AVA WILSON P.O.V

"Someone who works here?" I answered him with a duh face, which came out more of a question.

But like a strange man he kept staring at me.

"Do you know the gardener? He killed her sister?" I complained.

"What?" He asked "Who's sister? Who killed?"

"That watery red rose baby sister, right here?" My lips twisted in sadness as I pointed to the dead flower.

"Do you love flowers?" He shook his head and asked me.

"Flowers make me irrationally happy and I have a flower shop. Down on Becker Street." I excitedly told him as I forgot about the dead flower.

"See they have only two colours of orchids, but I have all the colours of orchids. Love, purity, royalty, sexuality, happiness, sadness, funeral...." I Passionately spoke about my love for flowers.

"Sexuality, purity, when the hell were these colours born?" He confusedly asked.

I slap my forehead "I mean orange, purple. white, pink. I was just naming them with their symbols."

"They have symbols?" He spoke with a stupid face.

I gasp, covering my mouth "Who doesn't? Every flower has its own meaning and symbols."

"See these Rose's" I picked the one which died "Do you know how hard it is to grow a rose. They took time to bloom. Because it's a masterpiece and it will be the first choice of every lover. But like beauty all have other sides, just like that it has thorns. No matter how beautiful it is, it never comes without perfection."

"Why?" He asked.

"Because every flower soul blossoms in nature and in this world everyone has two sides. You won't walk without good, you'll always have to face your other side one day or another. That's nature." I whisper while looking at the dead rose on my hand.

The wind instantly got chilled and I looked at my watch "Oh s**t! I'm late for the interview." I ran without waiting for that man to answer.

I curse for babbling too much in front of him. Me and my no filter mouth.

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