Chapter 4
Blake
Moving day! Blake had never been so excited to move. This was definitely the right decision and he had gotten up this morning with an extra spring in his step and a smile on his face. No more grueling 4 am workouts, no more movie sets, no more teenage fans, hell, no more paparazzi!
Making his way to the kitchen, Blake smiled as he made his coffee. It was amazing how fast you could move house if you paid large sums of money. Yesterday he was packing his stuff, today he was flying home. Taking his piping hot coffee out to the pool area, Blake’s favorite place in the house, he watched the sun rise over the smoggy sky. The sun looked like a vast fiery orb, looming low on the horizon, something he was definitely not going to miss. The smog was terrible today, he couldn’t even make out Mulholland Drive. He wasn’t going to miss the LA traffic either.
Today was the first day of the rest of his life.
Blake sighed as he sipped his coffee, his mind wandering to the dream he had last night. The recurring dream was his favorite one, one that had haunted him for the last 13 years.
The one where 17-year-old Violet walked across his parents’ dimly lit pool and spa area wearing those hot-as-hell pink short shorts and a white top with no bra. Her perky little tits had bounced as she picked her way over the rough concrete that his parents had installed for safety around the pool area after Violet had slipped, fallen into the pool, and nearly drowned a few years before.
Her long blonde hair was hanging in curly waves down her back, her large emerald green eyes looked luminescent against the faint yellow lighting. She was wearing a scary amount of makeup, but he was still digging it. She had come close to the edge of the above-ground spa and told him she loved him loudly and boldly.
While he came.
Down the throat of Eden Greene.
God.
He hadn’t seen her since that day.
That day you still beat off to, like a total loser! And if you're completely honest, sometimes you have to picture that so you can come while banging some other girl.
Yeah, you have a major problem.
Since that fateful day long ago, Violet had always had an excuse as to why she couldn’t attend any of his mother’s parties, or Sophie’s for that matter. Violet missed Sophie’s 18th and 21st, and her 21st had been at the Plaza Hotel in New York City, somewhere Violet had always wanted to go.
Sophie had been heartbroken when she didn’t come and Blake had felt like a piece of shit because he knew he was the reason. It had been 13 years since he had seen Violet.
Thirteen long years.
He wished things could be different.
Part of the reason he took the modeling job was that him being in Encounter Bay was making her life harder. She was missing out on spending time with Sophie and he didn’t want her to be embarrassed around him so that people would notice. He knew that what had happened had left her deeply hurt and humiliated.
He should have gone after her and told her that he loved her back or at least talked to her about it and made it right. But he was 22 and he couldn’t profess his love for a 17-year-old. He kicked himself every day that he hadn’t at least tried to smooth the situation over with her.
He hoped she had forgotten…
In his dream, he always told her he loved her back, that there was no Eden Greene and no embarrassing scene.
Blake got up and took his coffee cup back inside. The removal guys would be here any minute and he needed to get them going so he could make his flight to Houston.
Strolling through the house, making sure he had everything packed that he needed to and that there were no valuables left out in the open, Blake made it to his bedroom, grabbed his suitcase, and wheeled the hulking thing to the front door. Only a couple more hours and he would be on his way to Encounter Bay, back where he belonged, close to his Violet.
His Violet… she had always been his, well in his mind anyway, because there was just something about Violet Stone. Other women just didn’t do it for him the way she did. She was beautiful, stunning even, but then there was also her awkwardness and clumsiness. It was so damn hot. She was always the one to get hit in the head with a ball or get bitten by a crab on the beach.
Blake had spent most of his childhood teasing her and his sister. The things he used to do to them – put salt in their batch of cookies when they weren’t looking, sneak his rubber snake into Sophie’s room and put it in her bed.
This made Blake smile, because he had been such an asshole to them when they were growing up. It was probably why he and Sophie were no longer close.
But by moving back to Encounter Bay he hoped to change that, and he was going to reconnect with his family and friends.
Blake let the movers in and showed them what they needed to pack. All his things were going to a storage facility in Encounter Bay, he would buy a house later after he had a few weeks to relax. Blake watched on as the team of fifteen or so burly looking men and women shuffled into his home, greeted him, and listened to his instructions. Before long, his whole house was packed onto three moving trucks and headed for Encounter Bay. Blake walked around the empty mansion. The realtor was going to deal with the staging and selling. His big fancy house was now vacant and Blake thought he would feel sad about leaving, but he was only filled with anticipation for the future and seeing Violet again.
Maybe he wasn’t as happy as he thought here…
Blake’s front gate buzzed. His ride to the airport was here and he grabbed his suitcase and left his dazzlingly modern LA home for the last time with a smile on his face and hope in his heart.
His mother was picking him up from Houston. Knowing his luck, one of her famous parties would probably already be in full swing for his arrival home. He wondered if a certain someone was going to be there, with her haunting emerald eyes and pouty pink lips.
He felt his dick quiver with anticipation.