Violet's POV:

I said I wanted a good sleep, but someone just woke me up, in the middle of the fucking night.

I hear my door bell ring for the fourth time now. Who could it be, it's fucking 2 in the morning??

I open the door and there's a tall and large figure standing in front of me, a smirk plastered on his face.

Blake?

"What are you doing here? And it's 2 am?!" I whisper yell at him as he just looks at me, no words coming out of his mouth.

He looks behind my back and then at me, clearly gesturing that he wants to come inside. I move to the side as he slowly enters my house.

I close the door and turn around, seeing him reaching the living room. Yeah, mi casa es tu casa Blake.

I follow him and we seat on my comfy couch, he's still staring at my eyes. "Are you going to tell me what's happening?" I ask, I don't know if I should be concerned.

"Why are you doing this?" he finally speaks, his tone soft. What am I doing exactly?

I don't speak, because I'm still trying to understand the question, when he opens his mouth again "Why are you doing this to me?"

"What are you talking about?" I laugh a little because I feel dumb for not understanding.

"That." he says, closing his eyes. "Laughing?" I ask and see him nod. "I can't laugh?" I say smiling and he opens his eyes again, looking at mine before glancing at my smiling lips.

"I'm supposed to hate you, Violet."

My eyes widened a little. I don't know if it was for what he just said or for the fact that he called me by my name for the first time.

Probably both.

"Someone's drunk. You can sleep here tonight if you want to, or if you don't then I can call Jacob to pick you up" I say getting up from the couch and he does too, stepping closer to me.

"No. I'll leave alone, but please just stay here a minute." he says and his hand grabs mine, bringing it to his chest and keeping it there.

We sit again on the couch, I rest my head on his chest and he gently strokes my hair.

He's just drunk and maybe even high, he doesn't really care about this. I bet he's going to forget this the second he falls asleep. But it's okay, we still hate each other.

I close my eyes, I'm about to sleep when I hear him mutter something in Italian: "Credo che tu mi abbia rubato il cuore, piccola."

("I think you stole my heart, little one")

I hate the fact that I can't understand it. I really need to take some extra Italian lessons from Silvia.

We both fall asleep like that, and I swear, it wasn't that bad. Maybe it wasn't even bad.

I wake up on the couch, but this time I'm alone. I knew he wouldn't be here in the morning but still, I hoped he didn't leave this early.

Whatever.

I get up and glance at the clock, 8.17 am.

I walk to the kitchen and my heart instantly skips a beat when I see Blake, shirtless and cooking. In my kitchen. Shirtless. Cooking.

"You can take a picture if you want" he says, his back still facing me. I could feel the smirk on his face as he flipped something and then turned to me. I roll my eyes and make my way into the kitchen.

"I thought you left" I say sitting on the counter behind him as he continues cooking. "I wouldn't leave if you're sleeping. Not after you didn't kick my drunk-self out last night" he says, putting some pancakes on both our plates.

"So you still being here and cooking breakfast is like saying 'thank you'?" I say ready to get off the counter but he doesn't let me.

He steps in between my legs and I still have to look up at him because he's fucking tall, it's not me that's short.

"I have other ways of saying 'thank you' but I thought you would consider this one a kind and pretty way" he says and I lean into his ear, opening my mouth to speak "Oh I know what other ways you have, you just don't want me to think that you only want to get into my panties."

I lean back and look at his eyes, finding lust in them. "And maybe staying and making me breakfast is in fact a way to get into my panties." I say, pushing him with my legs so I can get off the counter and make space between us but he doesn't move.

Instead he grabs my neck putting a little pressure on it and leans into my ear "Careful Violet, I'm still your boss" he says smirking, his hot air hitting my neck as the room grows even hotter.

"I thought we were best friends after last night" I fake pout and he chuckles, shaking his head. He wants to say something, but instead creates some distance between us and we sit around the table, eating breakfast.

I take a bite and moan at how good it feels, shutting my eyes. I haven't eaten something this good since the last time I ate Mary's cookies, and that was a long time ago.

I just realised I moaned in front of him, and open my eyes to see him already looking at me. Oh God.

"Cazzo" he curses looking down to his feet. "Are you okay?" I ask "Don't fucking moan in front of me Violet." He says and I internally smirk, I love teasing him. ("Fuck")

Ignoring what just happened, we finish eating and I get up to clean the dishes. "Your keys are in the living room" I shout assuming he wants to leave now.

Cold water starts hitting my hands while I clean the first plate. But then his warm hands find my waist, his tall figure behind me.

"Why are you acting like this?" I ask, letting the water run as I look at the plate. "Like what?" he asks like he doesn't know what's going on.

I sigh "Like you care, Blake" It's the first time I call him by his first name and I feel him tense a little behind me.

He sighs and doesn't answer my question before I feel his hands leave my waist and his presence disappear. Great.

I turn off the water, dry my hands and hear the front door close.

I guess we're back to hating each other, it didn't last long anyway.

I finish cleaning up and then go to the living room, grab the blanket and throw it into the washing machine.

I get ready for work, that's in the same place he owns but fuck it, fuck him.

I start my shift at Shadows and have a coffee during a little break I had.

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"Yeah, you, me, Jacob and Blake" Silvia says and I almost throw up at the idea. I'm not going on a double date with Blake.

"Do I have to?" I lazily ask and she shouts "Yes!" I close my eyes, distancing the phone from my ear a little "Can't you ask Blake to bring one of his hoes? I'm sure he has plenty." I try to convince her "No I want you. Stop complaining and get ready, I owe you!" She says before ending the call, not giving me any chance to protest.

Ugh. Whatever I'll just talk to Silvia and when she's talking to Jacob I'll eat or find someone to entertain me.

I pick out a black women-suit, it's fucking hot. Women should dress more often in suits, they're made for us.

(Yes, there's a picture at the end of the chapter!)

After doing my makeup and my hair I'm ready to leave. I grab my purse and my phone, I close the front door and begin walking but stop once I see a black range rover parked in front of my house. His black range rover.

He gets out of the car and leans into it, he's also wearing a black suit, he's looking good.

"Is you picking me up part of the plan?" I ask and he lets out a chuckle "Jacob insisted" he says and I giggle. Of course he isn't here voluntarily.

I get in and he does too, beginning to drive.

I look at the window, the view is pretty good. I'll never get tired of this city, it's beautiful.

"By the way, you look beautiful" he casually says. I turn and look at him, his eyes fixed on the road. "Thanks, you're not so bad either" I say making him chuckle and he adjusts himself on the seat.

After ten minutes of driving we're in the restaurant's parking lot.

We get out of the car and enter the restaurant. It's luxurious and I love how the forniture is black while the lights are white. Something black and something white.

"Ferreri reservation" Blake says to the waiter that greets us, as we follow him to our table. Silvia and Jacob are already there, laughing together. They both look handsome: Silvia's wearing a tight, elegant, black dress and Jacob is wearing a black suit like Blake.

We're all dressed in black, I love this. We look like a powerful group even tho two of us couldn't even hurt a butterfly. I'm obviously talking about Silvia and I. Joking we're dangerous on our period.

We sit while they smile at us "Hello love birds" I greet them "Hello Violet" they both say. "Nice to see you too brother" Jacob says smirking and Blake fakes a smile at him. We all chuckle at how much they show their love for each other.

I'm seated beside Blake and in front of Silvia, while Jacob is beside her and in front of Blake. Silvia and I start talking while the brothers talk about business.

A different waiter from the one that first greeted us, comes to our table. "Good evening, I will be your waiter tonight. Are you ready to order?" He says, talking to all four of us though his eyes never leave me.

He seems like a nice guy, probably lives in a messy apartment but knows how to cook because he likes to see the chef working. But it's just what I think.

He has brown hair and eyes, body a little muscular and not short but not so tall either. I mean he's okay.

After all, the last time I talked to a waiter that seemed 'okay' I found out he was in the mafia and he became my best friend.

We nod and order, when he leaves Silvia breaks the silence "Well he was clearly eye-fucking you Vi" Jacob agrees with her and I chuckle. I glance at Blake and see that he's looking around, his jaw tightened.

We're having a good time, except Blake that seems a little pissed tonight.

The waiter finally comes with our orders, I was starving. This guy is still looking at me.

"Enjoy your meal!" he says glancing at the others before looking at me and walking away. "Si anche tu testa di cazzo" Blake says making Jacob and Silvia laugh.

"You can't speak Italian when I'm around, I'm the only one that doesn't know it." I state making Silvia giggle before she translates "He said 'Yeah you too, dickhead' " I turn to Blake "Why are you pissed off? He was being nice" I say while he's taking a sip of his red wine.

"He wasn't being nice. He was doing his job and he was doing it awfully." Blake says like he's an expert of restaurants.

"I'm going to the restroom if you don't mind" I say getting up before Jacob speaks "If you see the waiter give him your number" he smirks looking at Blake. "Sure" I chuckle, leaving the tension of the look Blake was giving to Jacob.

I reach the restroom and fix myself when I'm done. When I'm almost at our table a man stops me and steps in front of me.

It's the waiter. "Oh, hi" I say smiling at him while he's red like a tomato. I guess he's nervous. "Hi um, I wanted to ask you for your number and um-" He's stuttering while I take the piece of paper he has in one hand and the pen he has on the other, and write my number.

I give the paper to him "Well whenever you're ready, call me... Thomas" I read his name on the badge he has on the uniform.

He looks at me confused and then looks behind me, where our table is supposed to be. I follow his gaze and turn around, the three of them are looking at me.

"Oh no, if you're wondering if the man beside me is my boyfriend, then don't worry. He's not." I say and he lets out a sigh of relief. "See you Thomas" I say waving at him before walking to the table.

"I didn't actually think you would give him his number" Jacob says looking at me before glancing at Blake with a serious face. "Yeah I did, the guy was actually thinking that I was with your brother" I reply looking at Jacob.

"And what did you tell him?" Blake speaks, why so curious? "I told him I'm not with you" I say and take a sip from my wine. Silence erupts in the table.

The evening goes perfectly fine and after a while we're ready to go home.

Oh right, Blake is my ride home.

"I'm driving, you drank more than me." I state and grab his keys, after we told goodbye to the love birds.

We get in the car and I start driving. I can feel him staring at me but I don't glance at him because I'm focusing on the road.

My phone starts ringing. Please tell me it's not Thomas. Not now. "Could you please see who it is?" I ask Blake and he nods, taking my phone.

"Thomas" He says out loud, I can hear the cringe in his voice. "It's okay don't answer, I'll call him once I'm home" I say but Blake decides to open. Oh no.

"Hello, Violet?" I slightly hear. This is going to be bad.

"I'm actually her boyfriend, nice to meet you." Blake says smirking, but I can't do anything because I'm driving. Well I can scream.

"Hey Thomas he's lying! He's not my boyfriend" I scream hoping he heard. "Yeah, yeah." I hear Thomas say before ending the call.

"Are you out of your mind?" I shout at Blake. I know he's smirking right now. "Do you think you can just appear and disappear from my life whenever you want to?" I'm angry. He has to tell the truth, about what he feels.

"Are you done with me or not? Because I can't fucking wait for you all my life" I say, regretting it. I don't want him to know how I feel.

We're now at my house, I park the car and unbuckle my seatbelt "You've drunk, you can stay at mine and leave tomorrow morning." I say not looking at him but he gets out of the car.

We enter my house and I give him a blanket, he makes himself comfortable on the couch as I go to my bedroom.

We're not going to talk about what I said, it's better off this way. He knows it, too. That's why he didn't say a word.

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I wake up the next morning and he isn't in my house, his car isn't outside either.

I walk to the kitchen and find breakfast ready, with a note on the counter: "You asked why do I act like I care. The answer is that, I do care."

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Violet's suit ⬆️

Hi reader! I liked this chapter, I don't know about you.

This was a rollercoaster of emotions between Violet and Blake, mixed emotions.

Violet is a queennnnn.

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