My fake fiancee. (BWWM)

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 "Why did you run?" he asked. 

i shrugged, not looking him in the eye.

"Emilianna," he groaned disapproving. 

one minute.

"I don't know, okay? I just...I saw him in the cafe and... i don't know... i panicked okay?" i signed. The waitress came back with ice tea for me and coffee for Paul. Paul is my therapist, has been for the past couple of months, Enna recommended him and took the initiative to introduce us and book my first appointment with him. He is in his mid thirties, but he doesn't look a day beyond thirty. Brown eyes, wavy hair, a walking wet dream for women his age. yup! he got divorced and has been single for two years. 

Anyway... In the morning, i had this gut feeling that something was going to happen. I'd told Lily that i would go to the cafe on the other side of the beach to have my breakfast there and walk around maybe all after my workout. she said she was okay staying behind for her online class was in a bit. she decided to go back to school and do stuff with communication to be a PR. and I support her a hundred percent. i changed into a pair of black leggings and matching Nikes, a black sports bra with a white vest on top, grabbed by black hoodie, cap and handbag, "i'll see you later." "Have fun!" she called after me. 

i drove to the gym, singing along to the OneRepublic playlist i had on. My gym partner, Sean, was already warming up and i joined him on the treadmill right next to his. he looked over and nodded in greeting. i smiled back, feeling my adrenaline rush as my feet padded on the machine. Thirty minutes later, i got off and took a small water break, we did the routine exersices we do. and after he offered to buy me breakfast and we walked to the cafe which was ten minutes or so away from the gym. 

I was laughing at something he said as we stepped into the cafe, my eyes roamed around the cafe to find a suitable table to sit on. and Raffy? Raffael was at the cafe, looking as good as ever in a black shirt, he has a new tattoo? his right arm had no tattoos before, but then, it  had a drawing and words and grey trousers  at the counter, the waitress serving him had three buttons down on her shirt, clearly flashing her tits. "Em!" Sean grabbed my arm. i saw his head turn as if on instinct, i panicked, my heart was racing fast, before helooked fully, the waitress had her hand on his while she gave him his order.

i breezed through the front door and rushed towards the gym, "Emilianna wait!" footsteps rushed in my direction. i didn't wait. he grabbed my hand, "Can you slow down for a minute and tell me what happened back there?" SEan raised a brow. I looked at the door, "it was nothing. ill talk to you later, i have to go." i fished my car keys from my hoodie and opened my car, getting in and driving off. 
When I was far from the cafe, I stopped on the side of the road, stretched to the back seat and took my bag, putting it on my thighs.
Where's that freaking phone?
After rummaging my things for a minute, I found that stupid device and dialled the one person who could help me. My fingers we're shaking and I threw my phone on the seat next to me, I wanted to get out of the car, scream or hit something but I did what normal people do, put my hands on the steering wheel and rested my head on it, counting to ten slowly, to calm myself down.
What is he doing here?
He's supposed to be in New York!
Why is he here?

I closed my eyes tight, trying to erase the image of him in the cafe, he looked good, if I could only seen his face. But he's probably see me and I don't think I'm ready to see him yet. I know I said I'd talk to him, but I didn't mean the next day literary.
Oh, universe.
I took my phone again and dialled Paul. "Emilianna, hey!" He answered on the first ring. "Hey, can I see you?" I asked, not beating around the bush.
"Ummh.."
"God! I'm so stupid, you're in a session, aren't you? Sorry... I'll just call you later or something."
"Where are you?"
"On the road?!"
"You're driving?" I could his disappointment and disapproval in his voice. One time he gave me a whole lecture about road safety and what not.
"What? No! I'm on the side of the road, parked, " I said quickly.
"Good. Meet me in this restaurant opposite my office, I could use some breakfast as we talk, okay?"
I hummed a response and cut the call short, got back in the road and drove to the restaurant. Parked my car on a free spot, took my glasses and cap and got out of the car to meet him.
I saw him seated in one of the tables on the outer part of the restaurant and joined him, he stood when I approached and gave me a quick hug.
"Hey. Will you take anything?" He asked, already signaling a waiter.
"Yeah, I guess, " I smiled. A waitress came by and asked if we were ready to order, we gave our orders and she left.
"What happened?" He asked, his face looking at me in concern.
"I'm just torn about something."
"What has you in a rock and a hard place?" He asked.
"Lily, she said something, " I lean back on the seat, getting comfortable.
"Really? What did she say this time?" He asked, a smile evident in his voice.
I shrug, he groaned, "Emiliana, you didn't come to me to shrug at whatever is eating you up." I roll my eyes and face him fully, my legs crossed under me, "she thinks it's a good idea to talk to Raffy."
"You don't agree with her, do you?" He arched his brow. I shrugged again.
He gave the dissaproving look, "I may have thought about it and thought it was a good idea."
"Then what happened?"
"I saw him this morning, " I said, remembering him standing there.
"And....."
"I ran!"
Which brings us to where we were at.
"Why did you run?"