Mocha In Love

Mocha

       (SONG: True blue-Billie Eilish)

♧MOCHA MICHAELS♧

Mom immediately drags behind me as we took a turn. She calmly walked down the stairs from behind, pushing me forward. And I frowned but started walking down. My legs felt so weak, I felt so nervous, I didn't understand what exactly was going on.

Our footsteps alerted the four men sitting on our huge couch, father being one of them. I watched slowly as three heads turned to look up at us.

My mouth slightly parted as a I took note of the other 2 men dressed in black suits, they both stood behind the couch, next to the one that stood stiffly, head still turned away.

My eyes immediately took the two standing men in, taking note of how good looking they were. My breath nearly left me as I felt a blush take over my whole face, I looked away due to nervousness.

Taking note on how they immediately looked away from me as though they weren't allowed to look. I frowned, did I look that ugly? I knew I wasn't as pretty as most girls but, nevermind...

"Go on, sweetie..." I snapped out of my thoughts, only now taking note that I'd stopped walking once I took my last steps down the stairs.

Nodding hesitantly, I walked closer to the man whose back was to me, one leg folded loosely on the other, I took note of his really short shaved blond hair, and pale skin.

My mouth parted as I spotted a snack tattoo on his neck, disappearing inside his suit jacket that he wore. An elbow of his laid on the couch hand, as he silently snapped his knuckles, the sound disturbing and leaving me unsettled.

He was big, I took note of. He was so huge, probably a little more than twice my size. My shoulders immediately tensed up as he twisted his neck to the side, snapping his neck and returning back to his position.

That was disturbing....

"Mocha." Father called me, and I snapped my eyes towards him. He stood on his feet, in front of the said mysterious man. "Come here." He called me towards him. I was too busy gazing at the men to realize how tense the room was.

Finally, with courage. I rushed towards my dad, facing him. He grabbed me by the arm, looking behind me to the man that sat quietly. "This is Mocha, my youngest daughter."

My eyes met his, and at first I wasn't sure what to feel. Although, I realize that he was good looking, gorgeous even. He looked so handsome, so very handsome that I had to blink multiple times to make sure this man was really in front of me.

I, now realized that the men standing behind him were nothing compared to him. He was a whole art-piece. He looked like he was sculpture by every God that ever existed.

My lungs refused to accept oxygen, all I did was stare with a slight parted lips. He had gorgeous  blue eyes. Eyes I've probably never taken a gaze into before. He looked like fine-wine.

For a man like him, I knew he got looks everywhere he went. I knew his eyes left many woman speechless, and I knew there, in that moment, I've never been attracted to men like I am attracted to him.