Roman’s POV
“Nathan, come to my office right now.” I said into the intercom as I swiped through my phone for ‘gift ideas for a love confession’ but unfortunately, I was yet to find one that was classy, and appealing enough to my tastes.
I didn’t want to do the traditional flowers, chocolates and a love poem, I wanted to do something unique but I was confused as to where to start from.
I had never done anything like this before in my life, so everything just seemed strange and perplexing.
Fuck, I couldn’t believe I was about to ask my assistant for ideas about confessing my feelings to my love.
Nathan sauntered in, moments later, “You called for me, sir.” He said and I nodded.
Fuck it, I would just ask Damien.
“I don’t have any engagements left for today, right?” I asked, and he nodded.
“Yes, sir. Although the representative from H and R technology asked to meet with you tomorrow, I told her that you have a prior engagement, so you will be unavailable.” He explained.
“Alright, then. You may leave.”
After the door slammed shut, I retrieved my phone from the desk and placed a call to Damien.
Three rings later, he picked up, “What’s up, Roman?”
I stood up and began to pace the room to suppress my nervousness, “Hey, man. Nothing much, I need your help, Damien.”
“Oh, I see. I was wondering why you called on a bright Wednesday afternoon after we just saw each other yesterday, I knew something was up.” He said, with an underlying tone of amusement.
“Knock it off, Damien.” I huffed, to which he laughed heartily.
“Okay, okay. So what do you need my help for?”
“You know how you told me that my feelings for Sofie may not be lust but love after all,” I started, and he hummed from the other end, “Yeah.”
“You were right, man. I think I’m in love with her and I don’t know what to do and it’s stressing the hell out of me. I’ve never done this before and I don’t want to mess things up, so I really need your help with this.” I rambled out, scrubbing my hand over my face.
“I’m always right, you know. I was just waiting for you to come around and it’s refreshing to see you come around quicker than I expected, so how exactly may I help you?” He asked.
“I’m thinking of confessing my feelings to her with a unique, sentimental gift but I don’t know how to go about it, I’m just so confused.” I huffed.
“You don’t have to go all out about your confession, just make it as heartfelt as possible and don’t be too extravagant about the gift. You can have her favorite flowers delivered to her with a sincere, handwritten love letter to her or maybe take her to her favorite restaurant and plan something with the restaurant’s employees, it’s all up to you, man. Do whatever you feel she will be comfortable with.” Damien advised and I heaved a sigh of relief as an idea wafted into my mind.
“Thanks, man. I really appreciate it.”
“No problem, Roman. I’m always here for you,” He said before there was bustling and shuffling on his end, “I have to go now, something just came up, I’ll see you soon, give my regards to Sofie.” He said before ending the call.
Damien had always been my best advisor, ever since we had known each other in highschool.
Afterward, I wore my jacket, grabbed my briefcase, took my phone and car keys from the desk before I exited the office.
I flopped into my car with a sigh, hit on the gas and set off for my mansion with a pleased smile curving the corners of my mouth.
I had decided to take Sofie on a date tomorrow, that was the best idea in my opinion.
Sofie didn’t deserve simple things, she deserved all the wealth and riches in the world, and as long as I lived, and had it, I’d make sure I gave it to her.
“Welcome home, young master.” Antonio said as he collected my briefcase, and handed it to a maid who instantly disappeared upstairs.
I hummed, “Is Sofie in?” I asked, climbing the stairs.
“Yes, sir. Madam is in.” He replied, to which I nodded, “Thanks, Antonio.”
I stepped into the bedroom with a smile expecting to see Sofie laying on the bed, her back reclining against the headboard, and a smile framing her pretty face as she stared at me.
Instead, I found her fastly asleep. Her classes for the day had probably been so hectic that she was sleeping in the afternoon.
My poor doll.
Then there was a gentle knock on the door before Antonio’s voice seeped into the room, “Can I come in, sir?”
“Sure.” I said, covering Sofie properly with a blanket.
He entered and bowed, “Miss Sofie didn’t go to her classes today and earlier when she came down for breakfast, Melissa told me that she seemed really pale and sick, sir.”
Various alarms rang in my head as I crouched in front of Sofie’s peaceful, sleeping face.
True to Antonio’s words, her face was alarmingly pallor.
“Why didn’t you inform me earlier?” I spat, darting the man a pointed stare.
He bowed again, “Miss Sofie asked us not to, sir. She said she didn’t want to disturb you and that she would be fine after taking some drugs. I’m deeply sorry, sir.”
“Did she have lunch yet?”
“No, sir. She has been asleep for quite some time now, and we didn’t want to disturb her slumber.” He explained.
“Tell Melissa or one of the maids to bring a cup of chamomile tea in thirty minutes.” I instructed, observing Sofie; she was starting to stir.
“Noted, sir.” He bowed and left.
I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and winced at her body temperature.
She felt really hot to the touch, and it seemed whatever drugs she may have taken didn’t do much to alleviate her fever.
“Please be well, cara.” I whispered, kissing her forehead.