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Chapter IV: Fettuccine

"A little alarm now and then keeps life from stagnation."

~Fanny Burney

~Jessica's POV~

This was the third time I woke tonight, I lied there on the couch for a minute or so, I turned to my right to see if Blake was still there and he was. So I decided to get up and check the fridge see if I had any food left, but there wasn't enough to make breakfast for the both of us. When he wakes up that hangover is gonna kill him I grabbed some Advil and a cup of water and set it on the floor where his face is facing that way he'll see it when he wakes. While I go grocery shopping and stocking this house back up.

I leave the room and enter the garage grabbing my phone from my car and go to the front the house and take my little busted up car, that I use so no one figures out who I am and what I do. It takes a few tries to get it on. "Damn I need to fix that." Once I got to the grocery store and pull my hoodie over my head, I grab a random cart. "Alright, time to get what I came for."

"Eggs... Milk, lettuce, cabbage, beef, cheese, sour cream, bread, ooooo should I get pasta and romano cheese I'll make some Fettuccine, umm what else do I need... hm HAM duh, mayo, mustard, relish, tomatoes, potatoes, lemons, avocados, onions, maybe some puff pastry, pasta Doritos, rits. Well that's gonna be it for now."

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Once I pull up to the old house I park the car in the garage then I hear rummaging like someone is looking for something, I look over to Blake's car and see the door open and it seems like the sound is coming from there. I calmly walk over grabbing a bat just in case it wasn't Blake. Blake then turns and is in complete utter shocked and I put the bat down. "Sorry, I thought-- You wanna help me take in the grocerys?" I say.

Once the grocerys were in I started cooking some Fettuccine, but it was kind of silent so I decided to play my little Corrido music. Then I heard Blake groan, so I just ignored him he was in my house after all... sorta I guess. But still no one told him to come here and get wasted like that! I just want to know why he left like that yesterday and how he found me in the first place???

"Blake!?" I yelled for him to come here, and a few second later he stumbled in groaning.

"Jesus woman why are you yelling, first this music thats hella loud and then you yell and you are so fucking loud cooking in here" he accused.

"How did you know I stay-

"I followed you here a couple of days ago" he said cutting me off.

I dropped the subject there and continued to stir the pasta, whilst adding salt making sure they won't stick. I then begin on making the roux and after the butter completely melted I added the flour and then thats when Blake got caught off guard. He got closer trying to figure out what I was doing, "What are you doing?" he said to me making me jump because he was right behind I didn't know he was that close. "I- I am making t-the roux to the fettuccine." I stuttered like a fucking idiot, I mentally slapped myself "Oh, whatever you say." he proceeded to say with a husky voice that made my knees weak. I shook the feeling off and added the mozzarella cheese, whisking it together I bent a little forward to taste it and I regretted it immediately. Because BLAKE was still right behind me and I ended pressing up against his crotch and his not so little friend causing the both of us to moan and groan, but as a reflex he grabbed me by my hips and held me there for just second. And then turned me around to face him, "Careful with what you do, it can get you in trouble." he said looking deep into my eye with that husky voice again, with nothing but lust in his eyes.

He then leaned forward staring at my lips and I couldn't help but stare at his. WHAT AM I DOING! I pull back and slighty push him back and go back to the roux, and continue to stir and decided now was a good time to add the romano cheese. Then I heard Blake wander off into the hall, I'm guessing he's looking for the bathroom. I hear the water running indicating that he found it.

It has been an hour now, I have served the food a few minutes ago. What is the fucking hold up- I heat the water cut off, and I wait a little longer... he doesn't have any clothes to change it too... what the fuck. So I walk down to the bathroom and knock.

"Blake you don't have clothes... what do you supposed you are gon--na ---- do?" I am cut off when door open abruptly revealing an oh so wet Blake, his eyes wandering mine and the rest of me...

"I have an idea but, that would only mean you wouldn't either..." he finishes looking back straight into my eyes, he steps forward now with his undivided attention souly on my lips and occasional glances to my eyes.

"T- that wouldn't be such a bad idea." I find myself saying out loud, he then raises a brow then slightly bite his bottom lip. As he takes the last step that closes the space in between us. Chest to chest, hip to hip, and less than 2 inches away from his lips. I then glance down to his hands that were gripped to my hips that ooh may I say was a turn on, and I realize he only has a towel wrap around him hanging low... extremely low. I glance back up and he's smirking, and I know what is about to come next as his mouth opens to speak, his hand shoots up and grabs my chin as if he was going to grab my neck but then changed his mind.

"The food is-" I am cut off.

"Stay away from Manuel, you are mine... undertand?!" He says in a deadly tone, the fuck bitch last time I checked he is under my mothafuckin roof. Now in other case I'd say that turned me on but not in this case it did not at all, we just fucking met. It pissed me the fuck off, what I did next was unexpected for the both us. I-

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Where did this attitude come from???? Geezz. Sooo what do you guys think happens next?

I have an idea... But I ain't gonna tell ya.

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