Pale cream rose with icing pink edged petals

Valentine’s Day Salute by Suzi Love

Valentine’s Day Salute by Suzi Love  

Valentine's Day chocolate rose

Warning. Some words and content in the following story is unsuitable for those under 18yrs. 

Michael, Viscount Lindley, threw his book on the side table and smiled. Finally. He’d thought of a way to gain Victoria’s attention.

The Saint Valentine’s ball at Lord Monroe’s grand house on the outskirts of London was only two days away.

Yesterday, Michael had resolved to avoid the event. He’d already wasted far too many evenings watching young pups, new on the town, fawning over Victoria. Seeing his lover, well ex-lover actually after their argument two weeks ago, bending forward, deliberately, to allow those young men a better look at the tops of her perfect white breasts.

If they leaned in any closer those idiots would, rather than catch a glimpse of Victoria’s pink tinged nipples, topple into her cleavage. Then, thank the Lord, he’d have a legitimate excuse for letting go of his control. And his temper.

Victoria was winning their silent battle. Or perhaps he was ready to admit defeat. For two weeks, they’d been two hard-headed combatants refusing to admit guilt. Every once in a while he’d catch Victoria looking at him with the same expression he was sure was plastered across his own face. Determination, yet regret. Her smile seemed a little down in the mouth, despite showing her even white teeth.

Only two weeks previously, those teeth had been better employed. Grazing up and down his eager cock. Frequently. Now, whenever she nibbled her bottom lip, he couldn’t help but think that her pouting mouth had been, and could be again, put to far better use than having mind-numbing conversations with brainless boys barely out of leading strings.

Valentine’s Day would be his last chance to win Victoria back. Into his arms, and definitely back into his bed. His reading had reminded him of the age old custom of presenting a rose to one’s love as a token of affection. But he wasn’t planning one simple rose. Oh, no!

Wooing Victoria, for the second time, needed the same planning as a major battle, because his true love was a formidable foe. His chef would spend every hour of the next two days fashioning dozens of roses, lovingly made from chocolate. The roses would be speared onto sticks and tied with red ribbons.

Surely such a grandiose display would convince Victoria that his feelings for her hadn’t changed. Not at all. Despite him trying desperately to damp down and ignore those feelings.

If anything, their time apart had strengthened his belief that he and Victoria belonged together. No more watching her from across a crowded room. No more waiting for her to submit. Victoria had lodged herself in his heart and nothing was going to dislodge her. His cave man instincts had been roused.

Now that Michael thought about it, dozens of roses wouldn’t suffice. He needed hundreds. One to present to every lady attending the ball, plus a few extras for the dandies who were emotionally more female than male. Though Victoria’s chocolate rose would be the biggest of all and her red ribbons would have something attached. A ring. A family heirloom. A cluster of priceless rubies that each viscount in the family had offered to the love of his life when he asked for her hand in marriage.

And if chocolate roses weren’t enough to convince Victoria that they belonged together, despite their occasional spats, he’d drop to one knee in the middle of Lord Monroe’s ballroom and beg her to forgive him for his stubborn stupidity. If it meant tossing Victoria over his shoulder and kidnapping her from Lord Monroe’s ballroom he’d ensure that Victoria, and all the ton, knew she was his. And his alone.

After all, pride meant nothing compared to the thought of the woman he loved leaving the Saint Valentine’s ball on the arm of another man. For the first time in two weeks, Michael smiled. He was already picturing their bout of sweaty make-up sex romp in her bedchamber. Almost worth the agony of waiting until Saint Valentine’s Day. 

St Valentine's Day card, embossed and printed ...

St Valentine’s Day card, embossed and printed in colour, with silk panel and printed message “My Dearest Miss, I send thee a kiss”, addressed to Miss Jenny Lane Lowe, or Love of Crostwight Hall, Smallburgh, Norfolk, and inscribed on the reverse “Good Morrow Valentine” (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Scan of a Valentine greeting card circa 1920.

Scan of a Valentine greeting card circa 1920. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A tiny 2-inch pop-up Valentine, circa 1920

A tiny 2-inch pop-up Valentine, circa 1920 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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3 thoughts on “Valentine’s Day Salute by Suzi Love

  1. sandraharrisauthor

    Gotta love a determined hero! Especially one who admits his mistakes. 🙂 Great story, Suzi. Hmmm, I wonder if your Victoria is any relation to ours. LOL.
    Those Valentine’s cards are simply gorgeous. Shame you can’t get anything that beautiful these days. Or can you?

    1. Suzi Love Post author

      Thanks, Sandy. And yes, Michael is certainly a determined hero – or at least he is after he admits he was wrong. Grin! And don’t we all love to see a man grovel at the feet of his true love- sigh!
      And I’m not admitting anything but….our Victoria could certainly be Michael’s Victoria.

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