Pose For Me

Butterflies

3 months

It has been three months since the very last time I saw him. What was he up to? why hasn't he been coming to see me, my Career will and always be my second home away from home but lately things at the office have been a complete bore to me, he doesn't even visit my dreams anymore, I have thankfully avoided trouble with my Fiancé Justin, so much so Hes actually let me sleep in the bedroom again. My mind continuously plays tricks on me no matter where I look It's like I keep seeing him, it's like every stranger is him, I cannot escape.

"Excuse me miss?" a man's voice chimes in pulling me out of my thoughts, blinking repeatedly my vision clears and the present comes to view, it is my turn in line at the best coffee shop in this town, elites and A-listers visit all the time to get a sip of the hottest exotic smooth caffeine and here I stood in the front holding up the people of getting their part and on about their day. "I'm so sorry I zoned out, may I please have the Grande Vanilla bean and can you please add caramel and cookies?" I tell the young dark-haired employee.

Only time can actually heal all, but why do I need to rely on time? what healing could I possibly need? I just met the man, not even meet we exchanged 20 words, but that was enough to trap me in his web of darkness but not as the fly but as the eight-legged creature that awaits, I want to decipher this puzzle piece, I want to see that dark aura that keeps calling out to me Luring me in like a voice of a creature awaiting in the murky waters, I stood aside under the pickup register awaiting my beverage, like any restaurant or cafe the mini chatters resound like waves, my cellphone pings notifying me of my group chat.

7:56 am Amber: guess what whoreeess.

7:59 am Margaret: You had your v****a stitched?

8:00 am Maggie: I was going to say has she given up trying the "swing".

These ladies forget we were at church not too long ago we sat down and had been recleaned by the lord in his home I'm always cautious of what I say, my responses are always appropriate just in case Justin checks my messages, if one thing is not up to his liking he'll just slap and shame me again, I respond with a laughing face and a "what is it"

Amber: we are going to see Magic Mike show in Acton!

I read the words over and over again not knowing what that even meant What is a Magic Mike? but coming from Amber, I would assume it meant trouble. I was ready to respond when I experienced the weirdest sensation ever, than that's when I heard it, the uneasy silence. Everything went completely quiet, all the conversations seized on command, slowly looking up and around everyone was still in their seats mothers held their children closer, leaving the dad to be the fighting stance, all their faces read Fear, the boy who was about to hand me my coffee froze in his tracks. Like an animal sensing danger all the hairs on my neck stood but my heart pounded trepidatiously.

Where and who was causing this? who has stopped time? my answerers were solved when I looked out the window and saw a Noir Bugatti across the street, One of the richest cars in the world. My jaw couldn't help but drop at the mesmerizing shiny vehicle, it sits in all black new tires absorbing the sun blinding those who look at it too long, though it looked completely uncomfortable to be inside just seeing it was like a shock, These are cars I would never see in my lifetime let alone be near one.

Is that what people are looking at? it's a pretty awesome sight to me; I don't understand the fear.

I'm turning to grab my coffee when the temperature of the cafe drops to a dangerously low environment, a wind kisses my back putting me on edge, I am now aware something isn't right, my radars are sounding off screaming out the one word that activates my fight or flight responses.

Danger.

I turn back to the door my height puts me at a disadvantage for the tall men blocking my path, but I witness something extraordinary how they split into two scattering like fire ants abandoning their home, none look above they all bump into each other, fighting to be out harm's way of whatever it is causing them fear, once out of the way I watch them each topple each other out of the door no regards for each other.

I guess in the end it is truly every Man for himself regardless of the bible.

A strange smell surfaces and I furrow my brows scrunching my nose, when the last man finally steps away two incredibly buff men approach stepping to the side making space for the man in the middle and finally, he came into view. My face couldn't help but relax no matter how strong the stench was, I crane my neck up to look at the beautiful blonde man with dark roots, he pays me no mind as he comes next to me at the front cashier, he faced the boy who was now white as snow now that he faced the man. I read the facial expression of the young dark-haired employee it looked like he came face to face with his worst nightmares.

Does no one else seem to notice that smell?

The man was neatly dressed in an all-black attire, from his side profile I can easily see that his second home was a gym, his muscles are firm and hug his dress sleeves like a second skin, Sharp jaw line and plump pink lips. He was truly a remarkable sight to behold indeed but only one man kept my mind occupied and my heart fly like doves, oddly enough he reminds me of just the man my heart craves to see.

"12 medium cappuccinos" the commanding tone of deep rich Russian accent kisses my ears, and my mouth couldn't help but part, his voice alone was enough to bring back the memory of Rafeal for some reason, how was he doing? I want to see him, My cellphone suddenly rings, loudly. my eyes shoot down to the device quickly trying to silence the object making me visible to the eyes of this man, my hands weren't quick enough and the device fell on the floor with a thud.

I want to run

I want to disappear

Of all Days why did my Fiancé want to call me he never does.

Eyes pierced my head, not just any eyes. Those eyes. I Pickup up my phone with precaution and inwardly cringe prepping myself for what I will see when I look up again, the Deep breaths I took almost wasn't enough for how fast my heart was beating, I stood up on my legs careful not to tumble or drop anything else. My eyes first land on the two bodyguards, Green and Hazel look at me in utter disgust their fascial features were enough to show the danger that lurks behind their eyes: scars and bruises. I didn't even notice that at first, on the corner of my eyes I could see the fate I tried to avoid, being noticed by the main one. I lowered my head away from the guards and let my eyes swipe through the floor until they land on black Nina Oxford's 7 Von D shoes, they are my fiancés favorite Russian brand dress shoes, My eyes were hesitant to look up anymore but I finally met Blue eyes, the resemblance to Rafael was almost uncanny I nearly fainted, surely the man was truly handsome but it was hard to admire him for he looked at me with A blood thirst.

Blue eyes sized me up and down as if angry I'm here, the position I'm in makes me die inside, I can't move, I can't speak, all because of this man's presence just like Rafael.

"S-Sorry" just speaking felt difficult, none answered me

"это не Терапевт обезьяна Рафаэля?" I hear one of the guards say. The one next to him giggles and I'm immediately uncomfortable.

They are clearly talking about of me, nothing nice I can tell.

The blue-eyed man huffs out a laugh and responds to the guards "Я никогда не понимал, что он видел в черных свиньях" both the bodyguards fall in into a pit of laughter but keep their professional stance, the Employee must understand Russian for he looked at me in shock than lowered his head. A sudden anger came through me and before I knew it, I was speaking.

"Is there a problem?" I don't hide my annoyance but inwardly punch myself in the face, the employee ducks his head trying not to look at the scene while the rest of them behind him found something else to look at. A clear sign that I just messed up. The laughter stops and death glares return, I begin to silently recite Bible quotes in my head but paused when I saw the most frightening thing, I never thought I would come face to face with My heart dropped to my feet as I felt a single tear trace down my cheeks. I'm paralyzed in fear mentally screaming at myself as I stare at the dark small hole of the gun pointing at me with a look of an angry devil on his face. A clicking sound makes my heart leap out of my chest.

This was my test Lord and I failed.

But I refuse to go down without a fight, though my Lord chooses to evade conflict I didn't go looking to be in this situation.

Wiping the tear from my eyes I stare into his eyes mimicking his glare but with much less lethal look, I probably couldn't even scare a chihuahua, but I won't bow to this man. We stare at each other for a small period of time, a part of me is immensely grateful he hasn't pulled the trigger yet, but I mustn't get too excited. The blue-eyed man's glare lingered for a few more seconds until he smirked bending his arms pointing the gun upwards, I felt myself slowly releasing the long breath I didn't know I was holding, my shoulders slowly relax until a deafening ring sang in my eardrums temporarily deafening me from all things.

I can't hear and the shock blurs my vision, Employees drop to the floor taking cover, others scream running away making the noise sound distorted to me, my eyes stare at nothing until I stopped seeing double, I have heard a gun go off before on movies, I believe the sound resembles fireworks but never have I ever been mere inches away from the firearm, I am terrified and slowly back away accepting defeat until a miracle makes its way inside the cafe, I didn't even need to look the cologne he had on alerted me of his presence, there he was my miracle, standing in front of the door, White dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, olive skin tone at its finest almost matching my complexion, My heart is happy once more and I'm suddenly safe. His eyes scan the Restaurant boorishly until they met mine.

He stares at me, and that smirk comes back, I melt in front of everyone dropping to my knees, I wished I could just pass away.

I feel them all look at my pathetic state, but my eyes only see his. "Please excuse my brother, we'll be leaving now." My eyes follow his every move, strong stance, astonishing physique. He comes to my view lending me a hand and my heart jumps when I look at the position, I'm in, right in front of his crotch, it's hard not to notice the massive organ behind his trousers and the virgin in me squeal in fear. I'm cautious as our palms connect and immediately melt feeling the dominance in his touch wrapped around mine.

I wonder the nasty things he can make me do with those hands.

inappropriate thoughts surface and I swallow a thick lump in my throat but that doesn't Help the butterflies that fly in my stomach tickling my abdomen, "I'm alright thank you" I finally stay once I stand.

He says nothing more and turns back towards his brother they make the payment and the guards walking out not looking back.

"Monday at 2 I will see you Mr. Popov"

They all stop in their tracks; all but the blonde man who sucked his teeth and walked away with one of the bodyguards

Rafael looks at me up and down my body once more before smirking and walking out just like the first day.

No answer of course but something tells me I've got him.