by Cathy Johns
Leo and Mark are into ‘no strings attached’ rule while Sam, he’s the guy who likes them older and mature. And I’m the man who avoids women like a plague.
One relationship that lasted five months and had to call it quits. I prefer my hand over using women to my advantage.
I think we’re all fucked up and when you think life would be fair, it fucks you from the other side.
Our meal arrives, and we dig into it, sharing small talk and the boys avoiding my question when I ask them where they’re taking me. Once we’re done with our meal, I get to order a takeaway for our driver. We head out in search of our car waiting for us. I offer the packed food to the guy who I come to learn is Pepe.
“Pepe, I hope you’ll get to enjoy our company,” I whisper to him through his driver’s window. “Because these friends of mine...” I look at my friends. “They don’t know how to celebrate anything in a simple way.” I pat his shoulder and he smiles at me.
“Thank you, Sir.” Pepe says lifting the packed box.
“That’s nothing," I grunt. "And, Pepe, please drop the Sir thing and call me Taylor,” I say, and he nods.
I open the back door, get in, and shut it once I’ve secured my seatbelt. I wait for the others to pile in before turning to look at Mark who’s now seated on the passenger seat.
“Where next?” I ask Mark who chooses to ignore me and leans in towards Pepe and whispers something in his ear then leans back and looks at me.
“You’re going to have one hell of a night, brother,” Leo says kissing me on the cheek. A gesture he does every time he knows I will be in trouble because of him. It’s like his way of saying I’m sorry.
Twenty minutes later we’re parking outside this secluded place in Kileleshwa. This is not a normal club. From the outside, it looks like somebody’s home but no, the cars parked outside tells you this is no place for just anyone. Magic Well. I think I’ve heard of this place but I can’t remember from where and when as I unbuckle my seatbelt, I find Mark looking at me and the smile on his face answers my thought.
A strip club!
How can these idiots bring me to a strip club? I don’t get the time to ask the question since Sam chooses that time to pull me out of the car while Leo and Mark sandwich me as if I’ll run for the hills.
This will be one hell of a night.
Once inside, we find the place packed with the deafening music enough to cause a heart attack. You can feel the vibration underneath your feet as “Under your skin” by Seeb ft. R. City surrounds the place.
We settle for the bar counter and secure four seats as we wait for the bar lady to attend us. Once we place our order, I tell the boys we need to secure another spot. Being at the counter doesn’t sit well with me. I know I’ve become a public figure but my personal life is private, I don’t need headlines reading I was last seen at a strip club…
A few minutes later the music changes and the crowd goes wild screaming the name Butterfly. That gets my attention, making me turn towards the floor where I see a beautiful young woman sauntering towards the center stage, circling the floor while swaying her body as Beyoncé’s, “Naughty Girl” echoes around.
I glance at her, taking her in. Her beautiful luscious body moving on the stage, swaying her hips to the beat. I can’t silhouette much of her appearance, but I can tell you the lights up on the stage make her mocha skin glitter. She has long graceful legs I would like my fingers to trail while she wraps them around my hips. The way she moves up on that stage is sexy as fuck and still commanding.
What a beautiful allure.
I keep staring at her, wishing like hell for her to glance my way so I can see her face and calm the raging storm building up somewhere inside me.
I don't know her but got to admit I'm mesmerized by the way she’s swaying her body in a seductive manner, wishing I was that nude lingerie she’s wearing, leaving nothing to the imagination. The urge to take her off that stage is foreign to me.
I’m so lost in her to a point I notice nothing or anyone in this room apart from the countless fingers almost grazing her body, a body that has my insides doing things I’m not familiar with as I nip on my lower lip, wishing I was Aladdin and I could rub the legendary magic lamp making everyone in this room disappear apart from her.
I hear people screaming Butterfly repeatedly. That makes her reach for her breasts, cupping them in her hands and then, slowly looks up and I assume her gaze is on me―even with the mask covering her eyes―at the exact time Beyoncé sings, “I see you look me up and down and I came to party” and everything else fades. She reaches behind her nude lingerie top and pulls the strings as the top slowly falls to the floor exposing her perfect, full, round firm breasts while she tugs on her hard-erect peaks.
I feel like all the oxygen has been extracted from the room the minute I lay my eyes on her beautiful bare chest and I lose all awareness of everything around me, including the music she’s dancing to. All I can see is her body swaying, seducing me, and my blood travels south when she palms her breasts and rolls her nipples between her fingers, her eyes on me licking beautiful lips before taking the lower one between her teeth.
Fuck!
I clench my fists as the need to move towards her and break every hand that’s trying to touch her as I gorge their eyes out of their sockets overwhelms me.
How can a stranger affect me this much? I can’t say I’m drunk, God, I’m not even there yet. Apart from the two beers I had earlier while having dinner, I haven’t taken another pint and I don’t care what my friends have ordered because I can’t seem to tear my eyes away from this woman who's got me all worked up and my dick straining underneath my pants.
A foreign hand squeezes my shoulder, interrupting the moment. I don’t know who it is, and I don’t care because I’m so mesmerized by the beauty that stands a few feet away, swaying her hips, her eyes covered in a butterfly mask and I want to know, no, not want. I need to know the eyes behind the mask, I want to see how they look when they gaze into mine.
The hand on my shoulder squeezes again this time harder but I don’t feel it, it’s like all my senses have left my body and straight to Butterfly. Then I see Leo, pulling a seat in front of me and the only movement I can see are his lips moving, meaning he’s saying something to me. I ignore him, move my head to the side, and continue looking at the woman who has me captivated because that’s all I need in this moment.
Butterfly.
Acknowledgement
To God, I couldn't have done this without you. I always pause during that moment I'm so lost in what I'm doing and look above because if it wasn't for you none of this would be possible.
To Nicole Powell, Cassandra Exley, Ci Ku, and Cavince Adhere, you guys are amazing, you came at a time I really needed you and your honesty and keeping it real with me has made this book be what it is and for that, I can’t thank you enough.
And to my CJ’s Corner, thank you for sticking with me. Thank you for Your patience, love, and support throughout this journey. I never take you for granted and you’re my to go to when I want to rant and share what I’m going through. And thank you for agreeing to be naught with me…
And to every Author I’ve met throughout this journey, thank you for being selfless with your ideas and support and guidance. You are truly Godsend to me.
About the Author
I’m a Kenyan based Author who grew up in a small village in Kenya, one of the most beautiful places in the world. My family means the world my greatest role in life is that of a Daughter, Sister, and Aunt and I wouldn’t be who I am today without their continued support and love. I had a remarkable childhood not without struggle but I consider myself lucky enough to still have good people around me who are still by my side.
My writing started as a healing process, reading and getting lost in the world of words and people’s stories have always been my greatest form of escape. I believe in happily ever after’s and expect to read about intense c
onnections and stories that will leave you hopeful and longing for true love.
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Other works by Cathy Johns
Perfect Holiday
Our Fate
Start of Something New – January 2020
A Beautiful Kind of Series
Beautiful Allure
Beautifully Mine – Early 2020
Beautifully Scarred – TBD
Beautiful Friendship – TBD
