Blake's Kitchen And Bar Novels & Stories

What was he in for when he got to the barbershop? ------------------------------ Having done his family duty to tease the shit out of Eddie, Donny started his day while he waited for his new kitchen worker to come in for his first day at his new position. They weren’t fancy here. But the menu at the Blue Moon had become well known for a few things on their menu that people would return for repeatedly. As Donny waited, he prepared fruit, got bacon and oatmeal going. He prepared eggs and toast closer to the time. Hash browns, kippers, bacon, and many other things.

"I am fine, when did you come back from your business trip?" "Yesterday midnight I reached here" "So why did you want to meet me suddenly?" "Are you serious man I missed you so much for past two months so I wanted to see you but it looks like you didn't miss me as I did" "Cut the crap Blake, I am famished order something to eat" "what you want to eat Chinese, Italian or…" "I am ok with anything which I can have it as soon as possible" He ordered through the intercom to their private restaurant and asked the chef to make it fast. Blake walked out of the suite to their private bar to pick a wine bottle. He came inside the suite with a bottle of 'Sine Qua Non 2006' along with two glasses.

I saw that all the maids had dispersed and Blake was preparing something. "What are you making?" I asked Blake as I sat on one of the chair's of the island counter. Blake turned around and looked at me, giving me a sweet smile that melted my heart. "Cheese omelette." He said and I nodded at him. He turned his back towards me as he prepared the omelette. His back was really very hot. His butt looked so perfect that I felt like smacking it or maybe giving it a little squeeze. Get your mind out of gutter Lydia!

I heard that information from my friends. His mouth curved into a smile. "Yeah, admirably isn't it?" I smile back before nodding. "Is there anything that I can do for today?" I ask. Blake snap before turning his back at me and search for something. "Yeah, We have the simple recipe that you can easily learn here." Blake give me a thick old book. I frown. Does the owner of this book is a fan of gothic styles? "Is this our Boss's recipes?" I ask. Blake nodded his head.

Crystal parked her car in the long driveway of the Blake mansion, her heart pounding with anxiety and rage. The sprawling estate loomed before her, but tonight it felt more like a fortress, shielding the people who had caused her so much pain. As she stepped inside, the sound of voices carried from the living room. she paused in the grand foyer, her eyes narrowing as she spotted Olivia Blake, Christian’s mother, seated on the cream leather couch. Beside her was Christian’s younger sister, Danielle, and a few other family friends. Their laughter filled the space, but it didn’t reach Crystal’s heart.

' like seriously? 'No, you are not going to force anyone' Jack is just about to pull me when mr. Black's deep upset voice echoes in the hall. Phew! For once, I think I am thankful for Mr. Black's intrusion. At least, this can serve as a compensation for him being a total dick to me earlier this morning. 'In my office mr. Moore' Mr. Black says bossily and then turns back, probably going to his office with an annoyed expression. 'We are not done yet kitten.' Jack says with a victorious grin.

Charlotte set the food on the counter and sighed. "I can't even remember what my favorite restaurant in this city was anymore," she murmured. "Don't worry. This is from a completely new place, small and family-run. I promise it'll become your new favorite," Blake said as he rolled up the sleeves of his long-sleeved tee and moved to help her plate the food. They ate in an odd, heavy silence. Then suddenly, as Blake was loading the dishes into the dishwasher, something seemed to hit him. "I know it might be a strange question, but… do you have any idea what's going on with your fathe— with Conrad Pierce's companies?"

“Anything you need.” I gulp. Thankfully my phone dings. It’s my newest patient, Blake, texting me her address. She isn’t too far from here, just a few streets over. The weather is nice, and we haven’t eaten dinner yet, so I asked the boys if they’d like to accompany me. They both agree, Sebastian is especially excited when I mention there is a burger shop just around the corner from Blake’s place that serves the best strawberry milkshake I have ever tasted. We find Blake’s house easily and she is in good spirits. She invites us to come by any time we’re free, and Bash becomes excited when he learns she loves chess. He had been looking for a new partner to play with.

"I- I made supper. Would you like to eat?" "I'm not hungry." He turns and almost walks away. "Please. I will dish up quickly as you take a quick shower." I play with my top pajama as Blake bangs his head lightly on the wall. He turn his head and nods. Walking into the kitchen, I start dishing up and heating the food as Blake takes his shower. Finally finished, he walks downstairs no longer reeking of expensive alcohol but of his cinnamon scent. "Here." I hand him his plate as we move outside into the swimming pool.

"Great. I'll order spaghetti and if you want to dance inside for a bit we can do that in the basement. I have a hardwood floor downstairs." "Do you have a place where I can change my outfit? I want to get ready to dance." Blake opens the door to his room and closes it behind me as he orders dinner. His room is covered in memories of Stacey. Photos by his mirror and photos by his desk. I look at the photos and start talking to it. "I'm sorry, Stacey. But it's my turn to fall in love with Blake. But please know I will do my best to take care of him for you."