We exchanged goodbyes and I was glad to see Blake keeping his exposure after the heated debate and I was trying to get him away before saying more to Curtis. I had to give it to Blake his siblings were so kind and polite. It was all so elegant and from what Mel said they made a lot of money to help a lot of families with adoption which warmed my heart. I even made a mental note to make my donation. Right as we were getting ready to leave Blake turned around, “Curtis.” Oh no. Curtis approached very carefully as if he was walking up to an angry tiger which he was. Blake put his hand out to shake his hand. “Curtis, keep being kind to my sister and I hope that you know I am watching to make sure that you are.” I could see the tension in the handshake and I had a pretty good guess that Blake was squeezing much harder than your typical handshake. “Curtis, also know there are a lot of things that will be coming together real soon and I hope you are ready for when they do.” Curtis only nodded

The club was loud, crazy, and decorated in subway décor with brick walls. The music was blaring from a fairly decent DJ playing all sorts of music mixed up to his pleasure. The bar itself was lighted making it easy for the eye to locate in the chaos and there were also stairs making way to a balcony with tables and chairs and another bar on top for access to drinks. It was a bit younger crowd than I was used to but with Laura, it was always a good time as she was a social butterfly that made you want to embrace your wilder side. Luckily for the inside track as the line was around the block to get in but with Laura’s friend, we got right in and made our way quickly to the bar. I wasn’t a lightweight by any means but I also made a mental note to pay close attention to things such as who was where and how many drinks we had. There was one time when I was with Laura that I let her carry me away and we ended up having to beg our neighbors Mike and Chris to come to save us.

My head was pounding, my eyes felt like they were bleeding, and my whole body ached. Yep, I had a hangover. I started retracing my steps not wanting to open my eyes just yet. I replayed the night going to the club with Laura, buying drinks, taking a shot, then another, and oh lord way too many shots. Texting Blake, antagonizing Blake really if I was being honest with myself and hoping in the bag of my mind I could somehow produce a Blake in real life. Wait, I did produce a Blake, he had shown up, kissed on the dance floor, kissing in the rain….ooh that kiss in the rain made my whole body twitch thinking about it that was some kiss. Okay getting in the car, wait Blake’s car, trying way too hard to get somewhere with Blake, oh lord in front of some driver, awkward. Blake pulled me on his lap and I fell asleep. That’s it that’s all I got. I slowly put my left hand out and started becoming more aware of being in my bed I could feel my sheets and feel the lump at the bottom

Blake made a yummy cheese omelet with toast on the side for me and gave me a diet coke with a very disappointed face. I eagerly accepted despite the face because my stomach needed something besides being empty at that moment as I tried to recover. “I was hoping you drank something else besides diet coke.” “I do drink water on occasion,” laughing. “I’d like maybe to see that happen.” He sat beside me on my bed. “Stick around this time and you just may” I nudged him and chuckled. Blake’s face turned dark and sad so quickly that I wasn’t expecting it. I put my hand on his arm, “I was joking you know.” “Kate you will know how much I regret leaving that day and not calling you back. I could have done so many things differently that day and I didn’t. I was stupid, immature, and could have just told you what was happening.” I squeezed his arm trying to let him know it was okay. “I should have done so much different and truthfully

I woke up at 5:30 am and contemplated my day and what exactly it would look like with Blake as my CEO. I allowed myself the extra time this morning since I had given myself way too much time to sleep crashing after Blake left. Although I’d wanted to have sexual escapades all night I realized, in the end, it was a wise decision he had made to leave me to rest. I hadn’t had a very active sex life really in the last couple of years as I was sick of boyfriends saying I put work before them or I wasn’t emotionally involved. I had some issues to work through and maybe Blake wanting to wait wasn’t a bad idea until I was fulling in because since the loss of my parents I may not have let anyone in and then the incident with Blake made me feel a little less trust for anyone I’d been with because they might just disappear in the morning. I now know what happened but could I trust Blake? I had some questions I still needed to be answered but the more pressing thing at the moment was figuring out h