THE VALENTINE PROPOSAL

Liora

I looked in the mirror, smiling at myself because I knew that my boyfriend wouldn't be able to take his eyes off me, once he sees me. The roses on my left hand were from his favourite fancy florist,a red marigold . In my right hand, a very expensive bottle of champagne, his favourite as well, which, I chuckled to myself, left me a little broke.

I walked down the hallway of Montague tech, and then pressed the elevator button that would take me to the floor of my boyfriend's office. Today was Valentine's Day and I was going to propose to my boyfriend of three years. I know he was the one that was traditionally meant to propose to me, but he was pretty indecisive, and we had soulmate energy. Why wait any longer when we could tie the knot now?

And knowing him, he'd be appreciative that I actually put my foot first, he'd say yes. We were too good together. I could feel it in my bones.

Even at that, my heart was racing. I'd been planning this for two months. Flynn told me it was romantic when women proposed so I'd saved up, bought the ring, booked the ticket to Maldives and planned the whole surprise.

"You're really doing this." I whispered to my reflection as the elevator took me to the fifteenth floor. Flynn worked as an execution assistant in Montague tech, and I was the one who got him the job. I had a friend that worked in HR and I put in a good word. Flynn has been entirely grateful to me ever since, promising he'll make it up to me. I've been with him through difficult times, and now he is financially stable and making good money. It was time for the next step.

Marriage.

The elevator doors opened on the fifteenth floor. I walked down the hallway toward Flynn's office. The door was closed but I didn't knock. I wanted it to be a surprise. I turned the handle, smiling from ear to ear, and pushed the door open.

"Flynn, I'm here..."

I choked on the rest of my words.

Flynn was behind his desk, and Sage, whom I knew to be his assistant, was bent over him, her skirt hiked up, his hands fumbling by the side of her panties, his mouth on her neck, ear, hair.

When she moaned, that did it for me. I flung the champagne bottle at both of them. I missed. It crashed into the walls, shattering on impact, spraying foam and tiny shards of glass directly on them. The sound reverberated round the room.

Flynn and Sage jumped apart, staring at the wall in confusion, then at the door. When they saw me, they pushed each other away, and she yanked her skirt down, her face beetroot red. Flynn's eyes went wide.

"Liora," he stuttered. "This isn't what it looks like."

I stared at him like I was a corpse. "How long?"

When