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Chapter 3.

I need to find him.

That has been the only thought in my mind for the past three weeks.

After I recovered from my trance I looked everywhere but I didn't find him in or outside the club so I assumed he just left. I went back the next day but I still couldn't find him.

So for the past three weeks everyday without fail I've been coming here looking for the stranger with dark eyes. Eyes that haunt my dreams. I've never wanted anyone so badly and not just physically. I craved him. I dreamt of touching him touching me, I wanted him around me, I needed to know things about him, the things he liked what he didn't like the things he wanted and how I could give them to him. Now every time I make any thing vanilla or chocolate my cock throbs. It's been hell.

"No luck today." Jay the bar tender who gave me the drink that night asked. We became friends and he told me a little about himself. He's in uni and works here on the weekends. His uncle owns the place and once in a while I get free drinks. I told him about the guy and he said that that was the first time he saw him here. I asked around and no one knows him. You can imagine my despair.

"Not today." I answered taking a sip of my drink.

"Maybe you should just give up. It's been three weeks and he hasn't shown up. He may not even live around here." Jay reasoned cleaning a glass. I just shrugged. Maybe he's right. Maybe I wasn't meant to see him again. But when I think about those eyes, his smell. I want nothing more than to hold him.

"I have to go. See you later." I said as I placed a wad of cash on the counter and walked out the club.

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It was a slow day at the bakery. I just sat at the counter watching the people and cars pass by from the huge glass wall. I sighed listening to my employees clattering in the kitchen.

Amongst the speeding cars I saw a black Benz park across the street. Then I saw a blonde get out then seconds later a brunette get out from the back seat dressed in all black. I squinted my eyes not believing what they were telling me. There he was throwing his head back laughing casual walking to the side walk. I still couldn't believe it. I jumped from my seat and called my one of my workers to man the register before sprinting across the street almost causing several accidents but I didn't care. My eyes were locked on the brunette who was now about to enter some building.

"HEY!" I yelled making everyone turn in my direction, I almost wanted to disappear but that was okay because there he was looking straight at me with the cutest frown I've ever seen.

I took a deep breath and made my way over to him. The closer I got the faster my heart raced. The sweatier my hands became and the dryer my mouth was. But before I got too close a hand placed on my chest making me stop in my trucks. I followed who the hand belonged to and it was the blonde glaring at me.

"Who are you and what do you want with Mr. Walter?" He questioned. I could feel the hostility in his voice. Who was this again. I tried to look over his shoulder to see if the brunette remembered me but the guy stood in my line of sight.

"I just wanted to talk to him. I met him a few weeks ago at the club." I tried to explain.

"I don't think he wants-"

"That's enough Evans. Go inside I'll catch up." The brunette finally spoke. His voice was surprisingly deep. The blonde or Evans didn't look so pleased.

"But sir-"

"I said that's enough. Tell my uncle I'll be joining him shortly." The brunette's tone was strong and firm. It made me smile. Evans glared at me before reluctantly walking in the building. Now it was just me and the brunette.

Shit I wish I thought this through. Why couldn't I speak.

"I remember you." He finally said when he realised I wasn't gonna say anything. Stupid.

"Y-yeah, I danced with you. I-I looked for you but I couldn't find you." I stuttered which caused him to chuckle.

"I was out of town for a while." He said running his hand through his dark locks.

"Oh," I thought for a minute. Shit I didn't want to mess this up I've been looking for too long. "What's your name?" I finally got the brain cells to ask.

"I'm Scott, Scott Walter." He stuck his hand out for me to shake which I did. It was so soft and warm. I was worried mine was sweaty. Christ.

"I'm Allan Michael. How can I reach you I'd like to get to know you maybe dinner or lunch or even coffee."

"I don't like coffee." He said bluntly making my chest ache. Maybe he hasn't been thinking of me as much as I have of him.

"Oh, sorry." I mumbled. I felt like an idiot.

"It's okay, here," he handed me a card, "call me about that dinner." He winked and walked in to the building before I could reply.

I watched him through the glass doors until I couldn't see him anymore. I stood there looking at the card in my hands feeling all kinds of giddy. I almost screamed. I felt like a teen-ager who had been asked on a date by her crush. Damn it I'm a grown man. Scott was obviously a few years younger than me but why did I feel like he was in more control than I did. I smiled down at the card making my way back to the bakery the smile never leaving my face.

Finally.