Her Revenge for the Divorce

Yellow roses

Marcus' POV

I have to think of a way to trick the twins into telling me what flowers Lina likes. Well, I want to send her flowers. I know women love flowers, and I can not help but want her even more than before. She is everything I want in a woman and that damn body. I know she is angry at me for kissing her on the head in public, but I could not resist. She got me good at the pool when she showed me that sexy ass. Damn, this woman is going to drive me insane before I have her again. I know she is afraid of getting her again, but I am not that loser of an ex-husband of hers. I hope she does not like roses as I am allergic to roses, and I can not live near those flowers even if they smell like heaven. I think Melinda would be the one to approach as I can tell Lucas is a lot like me. He is stubborn, and he will protect everyone her loves. I am waiting for my new head office. I bought the building next to Lina's office, and I know she will be pissed at me again, but damn, I want to be close to her all the time. That woman bewitched me ten years ago, and now I want her even more after seeing her again. Don't get me wrong. I want my children in my life as well. I know they are mine, and I do not even have to do a blood test to prove it.

My parents are sceptical and think Lina is a fortune hunter that wants me for my money. As if they can talk all when they come to see me and Emily is when they want money. At the moment, I am sitting and working from home. I am watching the driveway of the house next to mine for the twins to get home. I will have to get Melinda alone and hear from her what flowers her mother like. I have to give Lina some peace offering. I know she has a housekeeper and a butler. I can ask them, but servants gossip, and I do not want any gossip. I have a butler and a housekeeper as well, and I know out of experience they will sell information about you to the media if you are not careful. The last thing I want is to put the twins and Lina in harm's way with paparazzi and tabloids following them everywhere. I gave Noah and my security team instructions to make sure the twins and Nina are always safe and that no paparazzi or tabloid gets a hold of any information about them and me.

At last, I see the car drive into the driveway with the twins in the back seat. I walk outside, pretending not to pay attention to my son and daughter. I pretend to play with my stress ball and, by accident, drops it over the fence. Lucas walks over, and I sigh. I was hoping it would be Melinda, but she is running inside already, and Lucas picks up the ball and throws it at me.

"Thank you, son," I say. I wanted to walk inside, but something tells me not to do it.

"Are you really proud of me for protecting my mother and sister?" He asks. I can see the longing in my son's eyes, and it breaks my heart. Does he miss having a father that much?

"Yes, I am very proud of you," I say, knowing that is all he wants to hear. How many times as a child have I longed to hear that from my father?

"Are you going to take us away from our mother?" Lucas asks.

"I will never do that," I say honestly.

"What did you want with Melinda? I know you threw the ball over the fence because you wanted to ask her something," Lucas says. The little devil is too clever.

"What flowers do your mother like? I want to send her a peace offering," I say. Lucas looks at me with suspicion in his eyes. Boy, it is going to take some time to win these kids over.

"Yellow roses," Lucas says as he walks away.

"Lucas, wait," I shout, but Lucas walks inside without looking at me. I know I have disappointed him. I can kick myself. I know how it feels when your father does not show interest in you and only in your mother. What the hell was I thinking? I should have asked him about his hobbies and if he plays football. I guess I let my son down. I am furious at myself for doing it. I go to sit on the back deck as I am feeling really disappointed in myself. I have gone through being rejected by a father my whole life. How could I do this to my son? I feel like crying, but men do not cry. Or so my dad uses to say when I wanted to cry when he and my mother left for one of their tours again, leaving Emily and me alone at home. I hear voices, and I listen as it is the twins talking.

"He looks so lonely," I hear Melinda says.

"He is an asshole that wants to use our mother," Lucas says, and I can not blame him for thinking that.

"Don't swear! He was calling you back. Maybe you should have given him a chance to talk to you, Lucas," Melinda says.

"Maybe another day. We got homework to do!" Lucas says.

"Okay, but promise me we will talk to him tomorrow," Melinda says.

"I promise, but he better not be an ass again," Lucas says, and I feel happier as I know they will talk to me tomorrow. I call the florist and order one thousand yellow roses for Lina, to be delivered to her house today. I know the twins are home, and they will receive it on her behalf. I have to get something to eat and make sure the florist will deliver the flowers while I am not home, so Lucas can not be angry at me again. I leave as it is about time for the flowers to be delivered.

Lucas' POV

He will pay! One for kissing my mom in public and two for trying to use Melinda to get in my mother's good books. I know everything about him. His nieces and I have become good friends, and they told me all about him. I know he is allergic to roses. So when he asked me about my mother's favourite flowers, I said roses. I know he does nothing on a small scale and will probably order at least a hundred yellow roses. I could not use red roses as that is too obvious. I see him drive away. I do feel proud that he is proud of me. He is my father, after all. I see the florist truck pulls up, and I run to answer the door.

"Good day, is your mommy home?" The guy delivering the flowers asks.

"Who are you looking for? My mommy does not live with us. We live with our father," I lie.

"Lina Harrison," The guy says, checking the address twice.

"Oh, that is next door. Let me go over and tell the housekeeper about the flowers," I say.

"Are you sure because it says fifteen Addington lane, and this is fifteen Addington lane?" The delivery guy says.

"I am sure. I live here! I will let the maid next door tell you as well," I say as I run out of the door and knock on the door next door. I hope and pray that the butler or the housekeeper knows my dad too well.  Since when did I think of him as my dad? I don't know, but I can not think of it for too long. I have a hundred dollars in my hand, which I took from my piggy bank and hope that the housekeeper or butler whoever answers the door can be bribed. An elderly lady answers the door, and I look at her with my most innocent look.

"Mam, I need your help, please. I ordered flowers for Mr Green to say I am sorry as I was responsible for him dropping his phone in the pool the other day. I just want to say I am sorry, but I ordered it wonder the name of Miss Harrison as I don't want the florist to think of Mr Green and me in a funny way if you know what I mean. So here are a hundred dollars if you will just tell them a Miss Harrison lives here," I lie.

"Oh, of course, I will help you, young man. Bless your sweet little heart for protecting Mr Green's good name," The housekeeper says, but I know it is the hundred dollars that did the trick.

"Miss Harrison lives over here!" She shouts to the delivery guys, and I smile sweetly at her.

"Thank you for helping me," I say as I run back home and see the truck pull up to the house next door and delivering the yellow roses to my dad's house.

"Lucas Harrison, since when is he your dad?" I ask myself, but I do not want to think about it as I am not ready to admit it felt good when he said he was proud of me.

"You are behind on the homework, and who was at the door?" Melinda asks behind me, almost giving me a stroke.

"The wrong house, it was a delivery for Mr Green, not us," I lie again. I am going to go to hell for lying. Mom taught us not to lie, but I can not let that yellow roses into our house as both Melinda and I are allergic to roses. Mom doesn't like roses for that reason. Her favourite flowers are sunflowers as she says it always makes her happy.

Marcus' POV

I get home with my food, and I feel happy. I wonder if Lina got her flowers and if she likes them. As I walk into my house, I smell the scent of roses, and I immediately start sneezing. What the hell? All the roses I sent to Lina is standing in my sitting room.

"Where did these come from?" I ask my housekeeper.

"Oh sir, the little young boy send them to you as and sorry gift for letting you drop your phone in the pool the other day," She says and goes on telling me how he sends it under a false name not to make him and me look "funny". I am only listening with one ear as I have to keep my temper intact. The little s**t! He got me bad this time! I will have to have a man to man talk to him. I bet he knew I was allergic to roses when he told me his mother likes roses. How did he know I was allergic to roses? Most probably guess he is most likely allergic to these flowers. I can not believe I felt bad for not asking him about himself! Damn, I have a long way to go with these kids and their mother! I sneeze again and tell my housekeeper she can take the flowers home. She looks surprised but does not complain. She will probably go and sell it for extra money!

Well, my boy, you are clever, but dad has a surprise up his sleeve for you. I have to smile as he is a clever little bastard, and I can not help but feel proud of him for getting back at me for not paying attention to him and his sister as much I know he wants me to. I will have to figure out a way to impress all of them. I can not just go after Lina. I will have to win the hearts of my two children as well.

"Well played, my son, well played," I say to myself as I sneeze and feels my sinuses blocking up. My son is more like me than I thought he was.