The Alpha King's Mistress Chapter 59: Pink With A Little Bit Of Red

When the other customers started nodding and murmuring to themselves, I knew I nailed that very admirable speech for my horrible mate.

“Is that even—” Samantha tried to speak but I cut her off.

Let’s give these nosy customers more drama.

“And Oh!” I winked at Samantha, who looked like she was about to explode, “I was really pampered, especially at night.”

“Oh my gosh,” Sammy squealed next to me, blushing along with the other women who giggled.

Samantha forced a smile but her clenched fist showed her true emotions. She then discreetly nudged the woman on her right.

“Are you sure you're not lying? I heard the Alpha threw you into a shabby cabin?” the woman asked, her voice a bit too high.

“Ah, that,” I shrugged, “I also asked him about that. You know, I love decorating my own home, and that 'shabby cabin' was my little project. It clears my mind. He was really against it at first, but he ended up giving in.”

“You seem quite proud of a mistress,” Samantha said sharply, causing the other customers to stop giggling. Even Sammy snapped her head toward Samantha.

Samantha cleared her throat, realizing the crowd's attention. She flashed her sweet smile at me, “I mean, who would be proud to be in that position, right?”

I managed a smile, feeling the muscles in my face straining, “I mean, isn't I supposed to be proud since the Alpha King himself chose me?”

Sammy forced a laugh and quickly went to Samantha’s side, “Let’s get to the flowers! " What flowers do you need, Samantha?”

"I'm here for something specific," Samantha stated, but her eyes were fixated on me.

“Of course, of course, I can help you” Sammy offered.

“I'm sorry but..I want Florence to help me. If you don't mind?"

The atmosphere in the shop got thicker. Sammy seemed anxious, and everyone's attention was on us.

I shot Sammy an encouraging smile, then turned back to Samantha, "Sure, what can I help you with Samantha?"

“I want a bouquet of pink roses”

“Sure, this way”

I guided her toward the section where the roses were located. It was right near the entrance.

“Here there are” I gestured to the blooming roses and was prepared to step away but Samantha had other ideas.

"Hey, wait a sec," she interjected, "Since you work here, how about giving us the lowdown on pink roses?"

"I'm just here to help you find what you need. I don't think that was necessary"

"Oh, come on, don't be shy. You're a worker at a flower shop, right? Tell us about these roses."

Samantha's insistence hung in the air. I instantly sense the eyes of other customers lingering on us. My patience wore thin as I scanned the faces of the growing audience.

Samantha's smirk persisted, and her words edged with provocation. "Oh, okay, I get it. You don't know anything about roses, huh?"

I laughed like she dropped the most funny joke ever.

When I calmed down, When I finally calmed down a bit, I faked wiping a tear and turned to Samantha who was glaring daggers at me.

“That was funny” I glance at the roses, “Well, since you gravely insisted, I am happy to explain”

“I do not gravely insist—”

"Well, these pink roses here," I began, "are known to symbolize gratitude, admiration, and sweetness. They often convey a sense of appreciation and joy. Their delicate colors are a popular choice for expressing affection or conveying a heartfelt message. Surprisingly, the earliest evidence of pink roses dates back 40 million years, discovered within fossils. They were the very first color of roses to be cultivated because they were the most common in the wild. Back in the Victorian era, they used pink roses to decorate basically everything from wallpapers to greeting cards—”

“I've heard enough, thanks” Samantha cut me off sharply.

I smirked at her when I noticed the others discreetly clapping for me.

“I want those” Samantha pointed to the red roses, the ones with those thorny stems.

“Okay,” I said, trying to keep my cool as I started gathering the red roses. I figured I'd trim the thorns later, no biggie.

But as I finished, I noticed her two companions strategically blocking the other customers' sight. A warning bell chimed in the back of my mind.

“Excuse me—” I began, but before I could finish, Samantha reached for the red roses, gripping the stem tightly, causing the sharp points to pierce her skin. Blood started to trickle from her hand.

"Wait! What are you doing?" I exclaimed, shocked by her sudden action.

The sudden turn of events sent shockwaves through the shop, the air thick with tension as Samantha's companions erupted into a chorus of accusations, their voices filled with anger.

"What did you do to her? You hurt her!" one of her minions yelled at me.

"I didn't do anything! She grabbed the darn roses, thorns and all," I shot back, my voice rising in frustration. “Your friend's a little bit off, don't you think?”

Samantha, her hand now bleeding from the thorn wounds, looked at me with tear-filled eyes, “how could you do that?”

I just facepalm at her, wow, she actually beat me in being an actress. Actress of the Year goes to this bitch!

“Do what?” I snapped. “I know you know you're the one who grabbed those roses despite the thorns. Are you a kid?”

Samantha sniffled, “I guess I'm partly to blame. Maybe you're too pressured to explain those things earlier and I know you have a bad temper”

The murmurs of other customers grew louder, their curious gazes turning into concerned whispers.

"I can't believe this! You're just making excuses!" one of Samantha's friends yelled at me.

The other customers started gossiping really loudly.

"Can you believe this drama?"

"What a reckless move!"

"She's just stirring trouble!"

In the middle of the mess, Sammy—bless her soul—came over, “We are very sorry, Samantha.” She handed Samantha a box of tissues, “Here.”

I watched Samantha's wounds, which were bleeding moments ago, start healing right there. Then, out of the blue, Samantha switched back to her fake-nice act.

"It's okay, Sammy. It's not your fault. I might have had a part to play in this as well”

“It is all your fault and no one else. You do not take part, you take the whole” I seethed.

"You don't have to be jealous, you know," Samantha quipped with that sly smile of hers, trying to turn everyone against me.

I scoffed, “Jealous of what?”

“Of me,” she said, and gave me her fake smile before facing Sammy, “Sorry again for the mess, Sammy” and left the shop with her two friends on her tail.

Sammy sighed and grabbed my wrist, speaking softly, “Florence.”

I smiled at her reassuringly, “Just a second,” and quickly followed Samantha out of the store.

“Florence!” Sammy called out but I was already at the door.

I marched right up to Samantha and called her, “Samantha”

They stopped and faced me. Samantha smirked and raised her brow, “What?”

“What you did just shows that you are the one who was jealous of me”

She snorted, “Me? You are too full of yourself. Why would I be jealous of some mistress like you?”

I wear my famous smug grin, and look at her as if she was just another piece in my game. "Maybe because these days, you could smell my scent all over your fiance? Or maybe because he chose my company over yours for a good night's sleep?”

Her expression shifted, growing sharper. She took a step closer and seethed, “What the hell are you saying?”

“Nicholas went to me the other night because he couldn't sleep without seeing me and he desperately wanted rest. It looks like he was more comfortable around me now huh”

Samantha's demeanor turned icy, "Stay away with Nicholas or you'll regret it. And stop saying his name. He was Alpha to you, whore"

My ears rang at the insult but I just grinned at her, “Trust me, girl, between you and me, I am the one who has the right to call him by his name”

After all, I am his mate.

Confusion crossed her eyes but it quickly disappeared. She said through gritted teeth, “You don't want to cross me, Florence. Remember, I warned you” and walked away along with her minions.

“Bring it on” I murmured and went back to the flower shop.