FlAvor

Chapter 4

I had blocked Darren's number right after those texts continued to keep coming in. Since then, he hasn't played any games or found ways to toy with me. I watched my back from time to time, but other than that, I could finally breathe. Everyday, besides my days off, I went to work and came back to Flavor and Blaine.

We've grown close in a short time, something that I wasn't expecting to occur so quickly; but, I've learned by being with him that I don't need to question every little thing that's thrown at me. Blaine, for the most part, is a calm, rational person, when he wants to be anyway.

The man had bought me a brand new iPhone. Brand new! Inside, I wanted to put up a fight with him, and I almost did. But then, in his perspective, all he was trying to do is protect me. So I, begrudgingly, accepted it and got all my things from the old phone synced to the new one. The fact he even spent his money to make sure Darren had no contact with me showed deep down he cared for me. All of his old text messages were still on my other phone, just in case. Never know what could happen.

I woke early this morning to clean up the place while Blaine slept. The man has done so much for me already; the least I could do was straighten up a little bit.

My iPhone was blasting Work by Rihanna, and I just had to shake my hips while I'm was in the kitchen sweeping. Every time I listen to music, the cleaning goes by a lot faster. I bump and move across the floor, clearly in my own world, when I suddenly jump at the body pressed behind me. I relax in his arms and start moving against him. He grabs ones of my earplugs to follow along with the beat. I couldn't help but laugh, realizing how good of a dancer Blaine is. He definitely had some rhythm.

This is what makes my mornings these days; him and I having fun, playing around with each other.

"I'd love to wake up to this ass shaking up and down everyday, babe," He whispered against my ear and leaves trails of kisses on my neck. The moan slips out of me on instinct.

"Guess, I'll have to do it more often, huh?"

"You're damn right." He gives me a playful tap on my behind and sits on the chair under the counter. Since he's up, I start on making pancakes, a.k.a, his favorite breakfast food in the whole world. Besides bacon that is. His words. I put the iPhone on bluetooth to connect to his speaker and play the music. I felt his gaze on me while I continued my magic. I never saw myself as the domestic type; unless I was home by myself, you wouldn't dare see me in the kitchen cooking for someone else. The only exception seems to be Blaine.

Not sure if that excites me or freaks me the hell out.

I grab the orange juice from the fridge after bringing the pancakes to him. We sit in a comfortable silence when a question I've been meaning to ask pops in my head.

"What made you decide to make a club in the first place?"

"It was actually one of my good friends, Luke, idea. He loved getting wasted almost every fucking weekend. Still to this day have no clue how he managed to pass his bar exam for Law School," he laughs. "I had a Business Administration background from Berkeley so it kind of fit, I guess. My parents loaned me some money, then him, my other friend Ryan, and I a couple weeks after graduation flew to Los Angeles. And that's how Temptation was born. And then I met two other guys who I became good buddies with who runs the other locations."

"Ooh, Temptation sounds promising," I smirked at him. "I bet all the girls flocked like chickens towards you. I can picture it!" I stand up to begin my spiel. "Blaine Harrington. Owner of Temptation, waiting for all the lovely ladies to feast their eyes on why the club got its name in the first place. Talk about an entrance into the nightlife!"

His laugh that came after had me all warm inside. If you think Blaine's smile was amazing, his laugh could compete with a professional symphony any day.