The oleander is a beautiful flower that represents love, destiny, and understanding. However, when consumed, this flower is incredibly toxic; even deadly.
Dahlia Davies is a college drop-out, struggling to run her father's flower shop. The bills ar...
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CW: Knife kink, oral sex, exhibitionism, dirty talk, choking, daddy kink. I hope I didn't forget any CWs. I'm running on 2 hours of sleep and just wrote 6,000 words. I'm sure there will be typos in this, I'll fix them after I SLEEP THE FUCK IN.
Night, besties 😘
She can't run fast enough. She's sprinting down the sidewalk toward the shop, her hair trailing behind her and a can of Mountain Dew clutched in her hands. James woke up early to go for a run, a swim (the fact that he does both at 5:00am is astounding to her), and then a work meeting - but, he made sure to kiss her over and over again before he left, disturbing her from a very good dream. She didn't mind. It's nice to have the real thing. Dahlia almost convinced him to stay by rubbing his cock through his shorts, but James was insistent that he had to leave.
She watched him as she drifted in and out of sleep before he gave her one final kiss. Dahlia woke up to a room service cart filled with food - poached eggs, toast, coffee, bacon, fresh fruit, and two cans of Mountain Dew. James left her a note in his beautifully slanted handwriting.
I'll text you later. Miss you already. Dinner tonight?
Love,
James
Dahlia munched on her breakfast while she got ready. Ned dropped her off at the coffee shop a few blocks away. She assured him that she would be fine to walk to work. She really wanted to make a dramatic entrance to break this news. She can't keep it inside anymore.
Dahlia kicks open the door of In Bloom, cracks the can of Mountain Dew in her hand, throws her head back, and screams at the top of her lungs.
"I'M IN LOVE, MOTHERFUCKERRRRSSSS!"
Wanda and Kate stare at her with wide eyes while a guy standing in front of the counter whirls around and sticks his hand out.
"Hi, In Love Motherfuckers, I'm Scott!"
Dahlia immediately turns bright red and her eyes bulge out of her head.
"Oh my God, I totally— That's so unprofessional."
"I just thought it was a weird nickname," Scott offers with a smile.
"I— They're usually alone."
"Aaaaand this is our lovely owner, Dahlia Davies," Wanda says, gesturing at Dahlia while she tries not to laugh.
"Hi," Dahlia offers with a limp wave. "I'm so sorry. I thought... that it would be funny."
She feels like she can't breathe. She really should have at least looked in the window as she ran past it. Wanda stares at her, giving a we need to talk look about the news she just divulged. Dahlia winces.
"Then you must be the person I hand this resume to!" Scott chirps. "I don't know if you're hiring, but I figured I'd toss my hat in the ring."
Dahlia looks at Wanda and Kate. They could use all the help they can get. They have two more events to make arrangements for, and James told her that Steve's birthday party would be considerably larger and a hell of a lot more decorative than the fundraiser for Sharon. So, they have their work cut out for them. Dahlia takes the resume and looks it over. His last job was at Baskin Robbins. For two weeks.
