IT'S HIM

The wedding

2 years later

Layla 26 years sat there on the bench looking out onto the ocean the sea breeze catching her hair blowing the golden strands against her cheeks, people moved around her. Most men repeating the once over some with partners did it while they thought they can get by undetected and the women usually coupled with jealousy because yes, she was that stunning, perfect face, luscious an smooth honey colored skin curves in all the right places. Layla came here for the peace and quiet slowly she walk to the shore and sat on the edge of the waves, she looked out to the horizon , predictable and comforting. Then she thought of him, his sent , how he tasted , how he felt underneath her hands-   this is where I should get up and get going. As she stood up smoothing away the sand her phone trilled taking it out seeing the caller and accepting the call since it was her best friend and she also happens to get married today she picked up. “ Hi Lucy” se said the caller answered “ Listen  I asked you to go get us a nice coffee at Starbucks not a Starbucks in Greece”. Laughing and rolling her eyes at her friends sarcasm and answered “Yes I know we are in Greece and it is your wedding ,but I just had to stop and enjoy the most beautiful sight “ Lucy interrupted her “Hopefully there is a man involved in the scenery or did you still forget to notice any man since that day” winching, yup this was her best friend “Well Luce not all people are as lucky as you meeting your husband in high school and now getting hitched and in a year probably getting at least 2.5 children”  hopefully delaying the know it all chat “I know what you are doing… you do know you are a super model in the USA with a six figure income who also jet sets around the world with every man ever – well except my James – wishing you where with them , don’t you think it is time to move on, there will be plenty of eligible bachelors here at my wedding in 3 hours time…” while her best friend took the time to breathe for the next monologue she interrupted her “ I am on my way, see you in 15 minutes and no to the match making ,lets just get you married to the luckiest guy today”  Lucy laughed “ Yes I can’t wait, but James says his college friend is coming and thinks you guys might hit it of he is a billionaire in oil I think…” Layla quickly inserted “Nope, no thanks see you in 15”

The wedding is beautiful Layla thought as she waited for the wedding coordinator to give the okay to start walking down the aisle. Silently wishing she could just go home and take a long bubble bath with a nice  red wine and just sleep, she was so tired from flying everywhere all the time ,maybe just maybe she should try doing something more home bound...

Zavier stepped out of the sleek Maserati , his meeting securing his great new business deal took a little bit longer than was expected ,luckily the wedding was not in progress yet. He stepped into the Cathedral greeting people with a head nod, because he knew they wanted either money or his body . Tall 6 foot 6 dark hair, muscular , alfa male ,sharp and lethal in business, that is how people described him.

Slowly he sank down on one of the chairs of James’s side ,he met his future wife once briefly. All he could see is that she only had eyes for James and he was happy for his friend. He knew what it felt like to feel that for 5 minutes -but it felt like a life time ago. Touching his scar that went through his eyebrow ,remembering the pain of that solid blow to the head from some shrapnel and the reason for the scar, he threw himself in front of her so that he could take a brunt of the blows ,and he did  it because ,in that moment he would have given his life to protect his beauty who took is breath and stopped his heart.