Dorian had meant to call Jacob back, but he'd been so out of it that it had truly slipped his mind. Ever since Kade had wormed his way into Dorian's life things kept slipping out of his control, and yet he remembered nothing. That is until he went to sleep. Sometimes he napped during the day, though never during the work week. However, his body wasn't taking no for an answer. He ended up dreaming about everything that had transpired the previous night, snippets and flashbacks like a bad movie trailer. When he woke up, he had an erection again, and he felt feverish all over. With a frustrated groan, he got up. Fortunately he wasn't as dizzy, but the erection wouldn't subside. The image of Kade wouldn't leave his mind.<br/><br/>But he had woken up for some reason. The buzzer went off again, and he realized that someone had buzzed up to his room and was fairly insistent. He threw on a shirt, having gone to bed wearing only his sweat. Dorian's erection wouldn't go away, but he ignored it as he went to the door and the camera display. He recognized the florist immediately, but scowled at the sight of the bright, cheerful flowers. Somehow he knew who they were from. If they'd come from his office, they wouldn't have been so bright. When he checked the time it was early in the afternoon, and with a sigh he permitted them to come up and drop off the flowers.<br/><br/>They were fragrant. The symbolism perturbed him, because up to now he'd thought the 'dreams' he had were just that. But Kade had mentioned something about his garden being destroyed, and he knew the flowers were from him. So had they been dreams at all? Another flashback hit him, remembering the feel of his hand around his dick, and his erection swelled in his pants, pressing almost painfully against the fabric. With a grunt of frustration, he grabbed the flowers and dumped them into the garbage, the vase discarded with it as well. Screw him. The arrogant bastard.<br/><br/>Dorian couldn't discern dream from reality, and he ended up showering for a second time, though this time he had to relieve the ache between his legs. He jacked off, though it was more a punishment for even feeling this way about such an infuriating man. After he came, he made sure he was cleaned off from the night sweats he'd experienced. He looked pale and there were shadows under his eyes. He rubbed his face and finished drying off, then put on one of his suits. Why was everything bothering him so much? All this grayscale bullshit was just bothering him and he had an almost impossible desire to go out and buy new suits. Though they would take awhile to make, but he couldn't deny the urge.<br/><br/>So he drove to the tailor that dealt with his size changes and any new orders. They were fortunately still in business. "Mr. Michaelson! It's a pleasure to see you again," the owner said with arms wide open.<br/><br/>Dorian shook his hand, tense all over. God this was just such an off putting day, mood, week. Damn Kade. Damn that man to the bottom of his core. "Indeed. I need new suits. I would actually like to select different colors this time, in fact." He scowled. "I am finding my normal tastes have changed of late." More like within the last twenty four hours, but he didn't mention that.<br/><br/>"Oh, of course! Would you like to exchange some of them, then?" Dorian nodded. "Yes, when the order is fulfilled, I will bring back the suits." The company recycled the material and use it to avoid waste, something he approved of. They spent a good hour going over color options. He still went with business appropriate color, and more or less selected some colored ties and different colored cuff links and the like. Inside of gray suits he selected some that were various shades of blue with black and or gray vests and/or pants. The ties complimented in neutral but appealing colors, with the tailor's approval. They sized him and put the orders in.<br/><br/>Afterwards Dorian went to lunch. He ordered a large salad and dialed Jacob's number. "Mr. Smith? Hello, this is Dorian. I apologize I have not gotten to you sooner."<br/><br/>"Oh! Mr. Michaelson. Your secretary told me you weren't in today. Is everything alright? You haven't moved my case on, have you?"<br/><br/>Jacob really was a sweet kid and he found himself shaking his head even though he couldn't see it. "No, Mr. Smith. I assure you I still have your case. In fact Mr. Vilhjálmsson has paid for my services and will continue to do so until a verdict is reached. I apologize again. If you have an questions or concerns you may call my assistant Mary. Today was a rare exception and I promise it will not happen again. There was just a bit of an emergency."<br/><br/>Jacob let out a sigh of relief. "Oh, god, thank you. I was just worried. I'm sorry I bothered you."<br/><br/>"There's no need to apologize. In fact, let's schedule a follow up. I want to make sure you have all the confident and security you need to be brought through this trial." They scheduled an appointment. Dorian finished up the call with Jacob, and went back to eating his lunch. After he finished, he found himself also going to a furniture store. Unlike the tailor, he ended up using his personal credit card. He scheduled for the weekend to have his carpet replaced with something more earth tones. Browns, greens, soft blues, something more warm and vibrant as opposed to the dull grayscale he'd surrounded himself with for so many years.<br/><br/>A change was good, and maybe he'd just needed the push to get it done. Though he was still infuriated with Kade, and he arrived at Kade's club, the one that he'd arrived at to sign the contract between them. He parked his car and got out. After eating the salad and napping he felt much better, though he still wasn't at his best. However, he felt the insatiable urge to confront the man and figure out why he had sent him flowers and if what had happened the night before had really occurred.