TRUFFLE BUTTER

 After some hours, Katlego walked into the room we shared. I had no idea where he had been had after our wonderful and hopefully final encounter. His appearance in the room brought new emotions altogether. I was a little shaken. Not so sure if he had forgotten about the flowers or he was still fervently curious about them. Something silly to be angry about, especially that he wasn't getting any for me since who-knows-when?

 

It was entirely clear that the romance between us died from his side of the line. My trials and upkeep of being romantic fell on infertile ground. It yielded no fruitful results. And that motivated me to stop trying. It would have been stupid of me to continue being romantic. I felt like I was forcing things and it made me seem desperate. But that wasn't the case, I was just in love.

 

I watched my former forever stroll into the room with headsets in his ears while biting his lower lip. An old trick pretty boys play. He seemed to be ignoring me and I was relieved, so I thought.

 

"Who is H?", he finally asked in a calm voice, sitting at one of the corners of the bed.

 

I stopped playing with my hair and froze. I looked down in shame. I honestly didn't know who H was. Or should I say, I didn't know how to explain who he was?

 

I was silent. I was mathematically and strategically arranging my answer. I wouldn't want to answer him with something that was off the books. That would trigger a lot.

 

"I don't know. I don't know him to be honest ", I embarrassingly said.

 

"You're screwing with strangers now ?", he asked in a stern tone now.

 

I looked out the window avoiding him and the question altogether. I was quiet. I owed him no explanation.

 

" You're not safe. You won't move out anytime soon. I have decreed", he said with a mind made up to the core.

 

This meant extra security and keeping tabs on me. Something I never loved. I didn't want to argue with him. I was partially afraid yet unsupportive by facial expression. He was worried about my safety.

 

I let half the day pass and Kat left for work, I assume. I decided to go back to the drug store.

 

My goal was to retrieve today's footage from their cameras. I wanted to see the whole scene. I put on light makeup and changed my hairstyle. The goal was to look partially or entirely different yet still friendly at first sight. I settled in for an elegant dress and heels with a bag like the queens. My hair was pushed back into a neat ponytail. I dressed simple but my best. I needed to look good.

 

I searched thoroughly for Kat's old nameless badge and cleaned it with methylated spirit. It looked better and more persuasive to still be valid. I was going to ask for the stores' footage under pretence, that is if they hadn't called in the cops to the place before now. I was risking a lot by doing this. My freedom. My life. But I may find no or more information about H. May or may not. Possibility. I was working with complete possibility.

 

Hopefully, all goes well. I packed what I needed and set the security system back to default. It could not pick any signal or movement until it's reset again. I would leave and not be noticed. I know Kat. He can't just leave me unsupervised after what happened. My only hope was, I would be back on time.

 

I impatiently drove to the destination avoiding all the VIP roads and major routes. Those were the roads Mr Mdnase would most likely patrol with his team as all major roads lead out of town or to airports.

 

I arrived at the place and I sat in the parking lot rehearsing the kind of accent I'd use and how I'd carry myself. I'd need to be persuasive and convincing that I worked for the office of the president and that I was a special agent. I finally took a deep breath and counted to three. I walked out of the car just as the elegant ladies do in the movies. I was John Doe for a minute or two.

 

I opened the door cautiously, just as an agent is supposed to be - cautious and sensitive. The leather gloves on my hands making a soft squeaky noise. I paused in between the door, making sharp glances left and right. This act was working well, so I thought. I walked into the store making sure I couldn't be recognized from earlier on. Nobody seemed to recognize me.

 

I walked to and fro inspecting the items over the shelves. I did this to allow more people to leave the place. I walked slowly yet elegantly to the counter. I met a frail-looking teenager with a tag written "Spence". He had to be a Spence. He looked like one.

 

I looked around for security reasons. When I felt safe enough, I removed the badge and placed it on the surface of the counter briefly. Spence noticed it immediately and fright gripped him. I saw him turn pale and frailer by the second. I monitored his reaction and knew he was convinced. I immediately put it back. I leaned close to him.

 

"Don't be afraid. I'm here to help actually.", I said, manipulatively.

 

He seemed to tone down but he was still frightened. I placed my hand above his for assurance that all was entirely fine. He didn't know what I came for but that badge did the trick.

 

"Do you have the footage from earlier on? I was told he came. He was here. The guy", I whispered.

 

The boy quickly went to close the door as I was the only customer still inside. He flipped the card by the door from open to closed. Drawing a curtain on the small window by his left. He looked around carefully and sharply.

 

" Are you alone ?", He finally asked in a whisper.

 

I strategically needed to answer this. It may be my only key to winning this pretentious scheme. An error wasn't an option right now. I nodded to interpret yes.

 

The boy paused. He fixed his glance on me as he took out keys from his back pocket. He began to fumble and scramble to open a drawer below him as he was shaking with fear.

 

He finally managed to unlock the drawer and put the keys back in his pocket. He pulled the drawer below but it did not badge. He put a little more effort into pulling the drawer with Force. He brought out a tape and a note.

 

"He said I should give this to whoever came looking for him", the boy said with fright in his voice.

 

He placed a Disc of footage already extracted and a note. I quickly slipped the disc into my bag and opened the note.

 

It read:

 

You're being followed. Act natural. Leave the shop in 2 minutes 30 seconds and head home. I'll find you. H.

 

I looked at the time on my wristwatch. 5.45 pm My pulse immediately raised. Back to compete with my heart. My inside was a mess with fear but my outward look was composed. I quickly engulfed the note in my mouth and chewed it entirely.

 

The boy looking at me, not knowing what to do next or what was written. I widely smiled at him to show appreciation. And I grabbed a peppermint gum that lay on a neat small shelf on the counter. I handed it over to the boy. He punched it and billed it to a sum of k2. I paid my bill and swallowed the paper I was chewing before.

 

I opened the gum and took a bite off it. I threw the rest of it in my bag and chewed the other with vigour. All Spence could do was watch. Watching the actions I portrayed after reading the note, he could only wonder what the note said. I immediately spat the gum out in my hand.

 

"You have a bin here? Let me have the magazine with the lady in a chitenge suit", I asked and said all together as he pointed at the bin towards the door.

 

I paid for the magazine a sum of k49.99. And spent thirty seconds flipping its few pages. I looked at my wrist and it was time to move.

 

"Thank you", I said to the boy who smiled this time around.

 

I threw the gum in the bin on my way out. I quickly walked to the parking lot and drove off as fast as I could. I approached the gate and waited for it to automatically open.

 

The contents of the note had gotten the best of. I forgot I had cut the power out and turned the security settings off. I got out of the car to manually open it. I parked the car as it was, leaving it as exactly as I found it before use. I left nothing and added nothing. I picked a scented wipe from the front of the car and wiped the steering wheel and gear. I slid the used wipe into my bag and headed into the house. 

 

I hurried into the house, catching my breath and shutting the door behind me firmly. I went over to the table ahead and leaned on it, catching my breath.

 

My breath was of the essence. I needed to catch it before I could power back the lights Lost in my breath and pulse balance, I didn't hear the footsteps approach me. A firm cold moist hand rested on my bare shoulder. Its coldness spreading across the perimeter of my skin. My legs were weak and tingling.

 

I turned into the darkness. The silhouette of a muscular man stood before me. I wasn't sure who it was. The man kept moving forward, closer by the minute. I, taking serious steps back in the darkness. I found myself pinned to the wall with no escape.

 

The man stood so close to me. It was H. I could tell from the scent. Strawberry ice cream & sweat. That's what he smelt like always. He comes closer and stood before me.

 

"I'm here.", he said.

 

He knew I had been looking for him. I was curious about everything. He seemed to understand and read my every move. That triggered me in every positive way.

 

" He had tabs on you. You'll tell him you went to get the footage", he said as he slid a note into my bra.

 

He reached out for his back pocket and placed something in my hands. It was a small box. I clung to it dearly. He took a few steps back and exposed his upper body by undressing his vest. He threw it over his shoulder and let it hung over there. He then held my left hand in his left hand. He placed my hand on the scar. He let me play with it.

 

I trailed it back and forth. I did this with a rhythm and felt connected to it and him. This whole act made me feel so vulnerable. It was a beautiful feeling but maybe for the wrong man. I understood his pain. I mastered the pattern of his scar and its old stitches. It's where he drew his strength from. And he wanted me to be part of it.

 

"It was my father", he said in a husky voice.

 

I looked up to him in the darkness, his eyes glistening. I understood his pain. I, on the other hand, had been brutally raped when I was a child by my father. Something, I'd never shared with Katlego. Katlego continually mentioned how he can never be involved with a woman who has been molested in any way.

 

This is the main reason I never shared this information with him. I understood what it meant to be hurt by the person you should have looked up to. It was a sad story but it was reality. I continued to play with his scar and naval.

 

"You're beautiful", I said to him, whispering and fearing.

 

I was completely lost in the moment. Nothing else mattered at this point. His scent was all I craved for.

 

" Why did you ask me to scratch your back? Why did you send me flowers ?", I asked with complete fear.

 

He was motionless for a while before he finally decided to answer.

 

" If wishes were horses, I'd answer your questions", he said in a low husky voice.

 

This is how he completely ignored my question. He was the lord, he chose what to tell me when he wished. He wasn't open for question an answer session.

 

He now moved closer and laid his hands on my tiny waist. He held my waist firmly.

 

"May I ?", he asked as he cupped the left side of my temple with his enormous hand.

 

I nodded in agreement and let him take the lead. He lightly kissed my lips and stared deeply into my eyes.

 

I saw a very vulnerable man behind all this heavily built mucho man. I placed my hand behind his head and effortlessly kissed him. He made me feel entirely desired and this intensified my efforts in the kiss. I laid my other hand on his shoulder and firmly moved close to him.

 

In correspondence, he tightened his grip around my waist, his other hand sliding down to my little booty. He squeezed it and played with it, making me feel the most beautiful and wanted altogether. I felt very desired.

 

Our kiss intensified and I got lost in the moment with the butterflies at flight in my belly. All the beautiful emotions expressed everywhere. My whole body was in support. It spoke a language only he understood.

 

Suddenly, we heard a car engine go off. We were so lost in the moment, we hadn't heard the gate being manually opened. We both knew who it was. The owner of the house was back. H was now a stranger, he was in the wrong domain. He needed to leave without being spotted.

 

I was scared yet I didn't show it. H seemed to be a stubborn man. I didn't want any drama erupting between the two alphas. I still had hoped he would respect himself in another man's territory. It was time for H to leave even though I didn't want him to leave.

 

I wanted to replay the moment we shared earlier on. It was worth it. H kissed my forehead as he laid his hands on my shoulders. He slowly pulled away from me. I could see him partially smiling in the little light illuminating from the moon.

 

"I'll find you", he said before disappearing into the darkness of the other side of the house.

 

That was his way of saying, he was always watching and he knew when I needed him. And he would come to appear or save me. He had the most assuring tone I've ever heard. And I so I believed him.

 

I wanted to follow him and let him lead me to wherever. I had been swept off my feet entirely and the butterflies in my belly flew high.

 

I stood in the darkness still wondering what I should do next. I was still captivated by the wonderful moment I earlier shared with a man I hardly knew.