FlAvor

Chapter 3

My eyes open, momentarily confused at the unfamiliar setting as I look around the room. I'm working on about five hours; how the hell am I even functioning? A warm arm wraps around my waist, keeping a really good grip on me as if he didn't want me to go. Sadly, he will have to. I subtly turn around and see Blaine sleeping soundlessly. He has the best genes I've ever seen on a guy, and I may never see his face again. Refusing to get emotional, I slowly get out of the bed while removing his arm from my waist to go in the bathroom. There's no time for a shower.

Take the toothbrush, clean up real fast, grab all your shit, and get the hell out of there.

I quickly walk out the bathroom. He's still sleeping. Good. My shoes, bra, shorts and heels are on the couch neatly placed and folded. Dammit, this man is making it more hard for me to leave. He must've set them here last night. Oh, sweet Blaine.

I realize that my thongs are nowhere in sight, but then remember that he ripped them apart yesterday. What a waste of panties. If he had put his dick in me, my nice underwear would've been ripped for a good reason. Seems like I'm going commando under my shorts. The robe will be something I can hold on to remember Blaine by, so I keep it on. I put on the jacket without making much noise.  The hardest thing might be the shoes, especially when walking in them. The best thing would be to hold them until I get out of the room, so I decide on doing that.

Turning around to get my phone, I freeze when I see Blaine sitting up, staring at me with a frown on his face. Even without a smile, he's gorgeous.

"Where are you going?"

Here we go. "I'm leaving. I have a busy day, and I can't fool around with you longer than I have been," I said impassively. "Where's my phone?"

"Oh you mean this?" He talks back in mock wonder as he holds up the phone.

"Yes. I need it."

"You got an awful lot of messages from that Darren kid. You want to tell my why?"

I scoffed at him. "That's none of your business!"

"I think him coming to my club causing all sorts of disruption because he was looking for you, this is my business!" He walks right in front of me, towering my 5'2 height. We glare at each other, him because he knows something is up, and me, because I'm trying so hard not to kiss him. He's irresistible.

"Look, last night was fun, we had a great time before the mess below us happened, but it's over. I need to get out of here."

"I don't think so. Sit down."

"Who do you think you are-"

"Do not make me repeat myself, Adrienne. Sit the fuck down so we can talk about this."

I should not be turned on by this. His deep, commanding voice only sends tingles down my spine. The only way to get out of here is to follow what he says; he's not giving the phone back until I do.

"What do you want to know?"

He scrolled down at the unread messages on my phone. By mere glance, Darren sent about five more after I fell asleep, and then one more a couple minutes before I woke up. From the way Blaine gazed at them, they aren't friendly.

"Why the fuck is this guy harassing you so much? Didn't you say you guys broke up?"

"Yes. Are they that bad?"

His humorless laugh speaks for itself. "They're terrible, Adrienne. Verbal abuse all over that shit, babe."

He gives me the phone so I could read word by word. Word after word creates more fear. I can spare you the details. Trust me when I say, they are awful. When someone instills this much distress in  you, paranoia sets in.