2 Chapter 2

Ava p.o.v

The tension in the air is so thick it could be cut through, it's so suffocating I almost choke on my own saliva when swallowing the lump in my throat.

I cough a few times bringing almost everyone's attention to me, each gaze pass a silent warning. Some look would be like'keep it down' others is 'dont get us killed bitch' while some is 'are you crazy' kind of look.

I walk shakingly around to the table, seeing everyone wariness also brought me on edge.

I subconsciously take a step back from the table with three most intimidating men I've ever seen, the arura radiating off the is dangerous enough to kill someone on the spot. Especially the one sitting between the other two.

He's a Greek God sent down to earth to put chaos among women, No doubt he's specially made by God himself to place a second figure of himself on Earth for everyone to see.

He has midnight, wait no scratch that, He has charcoal color hair that's neatly combed back. No single hair sticking out. Hot chocolate brown eyes with cold steams zoning out of it, his eyes are as sharp as a sword, piercing into the depths of your soul and dig out your deepest darkest secret.

His thick brows are perfectly curved into shape, Naturally. But they seem to be furrowed into a permanent frown, my hands inching to free them from the frown. His pale lips are set in a straight line, jaw clenched tightly adding to the list of his beauty.

His manly muscle bulging out of the grey tailored suit he wears, my eyes trail back to his face, I flinch back shocked by the coldness in his eyes that I obviously failed to notice before and that's enough to snapped me back to my senses.

A blush crawl from my neck as the realisation of me just standing in front of them like a fool, openly checking him out. If I thought I should have died back in my senior year of high school when I sleep talk one day in class, that's no compare to what I'm feeling right now, the ground should just open and swallow me whole.

I cleared my throat.

"Good afternoon, what would you like to order" I stuttered, then mentally scolding myself for stuttering adding to my embarrassment.

Oh please give me a break, some people are shivering on their seats. My inner my mind snapped.

It is true everyone tensed up when I spoke, it seems they were expecting some sort of action from the three Greek God.

I'm having a sneaky feeling that everyone is scared of the middle one, His presence alone is suffocating.

"Black coffee" His rough but soothe voice snapped me back to present.

Oh dear lord.

My knees felt weak, they almost buckle beneath me if not for the little self control I have left.

How can someone's voice be so powerful and dominating yet soothing to the ear, listening to him speak could make the most courageous man to scurry away.

"I'll have a cup of coffee with a cube of sugar and a spoon of cream" the one to right spoke more calmly then the first one I almost missed it. He has this type of voice that can lure anyone to fall in his trap and bring any woman to his bed.

I quickly with shaking hand wrote their orders down, then turn to the last one but before I could speak, He spoke up in an all too familiar tone I've grown to know because of Tricia.

Yes, Tricia.

" I'll have chocolate milkshake" I lift my gaze from the book I've lock my head in to avoid ogling the Greek God.

The one who spoke just now is none other than Dario, Tricia's boyfriend.

My eyes widen and my jaw dropped to the floor, what on Earth is he doing with these two people who look like they could murder anyone anytime.

Yeah, Dario does look a little tough but no compare to these two, especially you know who (the middle one ).

"You ok?" Mason asked concerned almost like he has predicted something terrible to have happen. But mind you nothing happened but that's no excuse to why I'm panting like I just finished running one thousand five hundred mitres race.

I managed a look at him and hand him their orders, my eyes swept the cafe searching for the dark haired best friend of mine. But I couldn't find her, is she hiding from Dario? It is understandable since he never appreciated the idea of her working and definitely not in a small cafe like this.

"She's in the kitchen" Mason nod to the direction of the kitchen, I gave him a small grateful smile in return, he must have seen my searching gaze.

I pat myself on the back mentally for placing their respective orders in their front without shaking nor splitting the drinks. I've almost successfully walk away but that powerful voice halt me in my movement.

"Get me your manager" that voice makes me shivers with fear.

My manager? What for.

What have I done this time, oh dear lord I can't afford to lose this job it's the only way I can assist my self.

I gave a stiff nod and continue my walk to the managers office without looking back, I'm scared as hell, what if I did something that pissed this man.

Dear lord, whatever it is don't let me lose my job at least not today or this year, please lord.

Knocking on the door to Mr Williams office, I held my breathe patiently waiting for the rude reply from him.

Mr Williams was once a kind man but that was until his wife passed of a brutal brain cancer, he was so devastated that he became bitter and grumpy just like my Dad.

My Dad? You ask, well that a story for another day.

"Come in" Was the grumpy reply, I flinch back a little not expecting it to be this harsh. I push the wooden door it squeak in the process, His head snap up to me glaring at me , I resist the urge to roll my eyes in irritation.

His face is always set in a frown and he's always in a bad mood, no surprise there I kinda expected that. I don't blame him though, the pain of losing someone dear to is no child's play.

Now don't get me wrong.

No, we haven't lost anyone in my home but someone who was supposed to be our strength and support has lost his sanity. My dad.

"Yes?" Mr Williams grits out impatiently.

"Someone asked to see you sir"

"Leave" was his only reply, he doesn't have to tell me twice as I dashed out of the office like my tail is on fire.

Looking around the cafe, luckily for me there is no customer to attend to, infant, the shop that was once packed is also like a cemetery now. Couldn't blame them, the presence of him alone is scary.

Who is he anyway, ugh.

I just pray I Never see him again.

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