Ultimate Pleasure

Chapter 4

Blake threw his blazer on the couch and plopped down on it. Tiredness and frustration were a mild way to explain what he was feeling. Work hasn't exactly been the best and he didn't know how to deal with it.

His mother came down the stairs and smiled when she saw him. She walked over to him and sat on the arm rest.

He noticed her presence but didn't acknowledge it because he was too tired to move, to speak. He had to, however, when she spoke up first.

“Hey. I knew I heard your car coming in. How was work? "

He slowly opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. His entire body felt numb, too weak to move. He let out a sigh before answering.

“Hey mum. I'm okay, work's okay. How're you?" He said it like a rehearsed response and Celia could see that he was in no mood to talk but she didn't stop.

“I'm okay. Just waiting for you to get back from work. We need to talk."

Nate frowned and lifted his head to look at his mother.

“What's going on? Are you okay?"

Celia could sense the look of concern on his face and she calmed him down.

“Yes, everything is fine. It's just that the date you agreed to, it's today."

Blake felt like he had been punched in the gut. First of all, he never remembered agreeing to go on one of the billion blind dates his mother always set him up on.

Second of all, the date was tonight. All he wanted to do was go upstairs, take a shower, and fall on his bed. He wasn't really hungry so he'll take care of that tomorrow. The last thing he thought he'd be doing was going to some fancy restaurants and sit across from some spoiled, over-pampered brat and hear her talk about some lame fashion show or her latest trip to Paris.

For Blake, if he had never been to Paris, he would have known more than enough about the place from the way these girls spoke about it. But luckily he had so he just stayed quiet when some of them went the extra mile to lie about it.

That was really embarrassing to him but he didn't tell them. He told his mother instead but that didn't change a thing.

And for the love of Christ, he couldn't bring himself to say no to her. She had been his rock, his strength. She had stood by him through everything that happened.

He had always been a mummy's boy. Maybe it had something to do with the way he was a spitting image of her. The only differences were her gender (of course) and her long hair, which was now a mixture of black and gray.

His mum wants very old, she just had that gene and so did he. He had seen the gray hair surface but they weren't obvious yet. Maybe in a couple of years.

Maybe it was because she was the only family he knew (except Micheal, of course). Things hadn't always been that way but life happened.

She had been there for him during Bright's death. He had wanted to be the son she needed, needed to be strong. But it was his first time experiencing grief and it had hit him below the belt.

To get back up on his feet had been a problem and he ended up having to need more care than he realized. She has instantly dropped her grief and focused on his, letting him heal off her.

“Mum, tonight? I don't think I can go, you have to reschedule or something. "

“No, I can't. I've rescheduled for times already. If l do anymore, Annah would think I'm standing her daughter up. She's a good friend, Blake."

He had already agreed to go in his mind but he still wanted to put up a little fight to see if she would cave in.

“Why do I get the feeling that you don't like Belinda and you don't want to go on this date with her? "

Bingo!

“That's because I don't know her enough to like her and you forcing me to go out with her isn't helping matters!"

She rolled her eyes and looked at him.

“The more reason you should go on the date so we can find out if you like her and if you don't, we can move on to the next option."

There was no use arguing with her. He had tried, he just never won. He pinched his temple, trying to gain some mental balance so he wouldn't go mad.

“Alright, I'll go pretend to like Belinda. Happy?"

He was already walking off when she whispered “Very happy."

Dread filled him as he made his way to the restaurant. During the drive, he had realized that he didn't know where he was going and he had to call her to ask..

The venue was a restaurant in the middle of town and it was a great spot. He spotted her as soon as he stepped out of the car.

The men at the restaurant had their eyes fixed on hee and it was like the whole restaurant was fixed in a trance. Interesting how Belinda barely realized it and just typed away on her phone.

She was pretty, he had to give her that. Beautiful even. But she was not his type.

She gave him a sweet smile when she noticed his presence in front of her but she just responded with a straight face.

“Hey, I'm Belinda. You must be Blake." She stretched her hand out and Blake just stared at it, trying to contemplate on whether to take it or not.

"Well, no s**t Sherlock." He thought.

He knew he couldn't be rude to her because that information would get back to his mother and the last thing I wanted was for her to serve him another one of her three hour long lectures.

He took her hand and offered her a forced smile.

“Yeah, I'm Blake. You must be Belinda."

Two can play this game.

Belinda chuckled.

“Very funny. So you want to order?"

“No. I already told my mother I wasn't hungry but she forced me out here with you so I thought she'd tell you already."

Blake wondered why his brain kept telling him to be careful with the way he was speaking to her but he didn't listen. The words just kept coming out.

She beckoned to the waiter and placed her order, not forgetting to place one for water for the gentle man.

He tried to hide his shock but he thought about it. Most of the time, when he told the girls he didn't want to eat, they just went ahead and ordered pale and irritating vegetables.

Not only has she ordered actual food, she has ordered something for him as well.

He decided not to get too because he knew that rich girls were always a pile of no good.