lovers & friends × blake griffin [complete] {editing}

2 × night out.

Christina's POV:

After spending hours looking through the pictures from today, I was finally able to go home. I went to sleep for about an hour and a half, then took a shower and got ready for tonight.

When I felt content with how I looked, I went to wait for Dominic in the living room. When he came through the door and saw how I was dressed, he gave me a look of disapproval.

"You need to go change," he said, looking me up & down.

"You are not my daddy. You don't get to tell me what I can & can't wear."

I got my keys off the table, and we left without saying another word to each other.

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When we got to the club, we went straight to the VIP area with Blake, who was by himself.

"I was starting to think you weren't coming," he said, giving me a hug.

"I told you I would come, so here I am. Where's Lauren?"

"She didn't feel like coming," he said.

He looked upset, and it bothered me. To be honest, I didn't understand why Blake was still with Lauren. I knew I was the one that set them up but as time progressed, she became annoying. She didn't support Blake at all, she never did what he wanted to do and when she did, she complained. She was literally so aggravating, but he was happy so I left it alone.

"Well, where's Matt & DJ?"

"I actually have no idea," he said, looking at his phone. "I'll be right back."

I sat next to Dominic on the couch and his eyes were glued to his phone the whole time.

"Are you gonna be on your phone all night?" I asked him.

He didn't answer me, so I rolled my eyes an stood up so I could go find Matt or DJ. It obviously got Dom's attention because he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back on the couch.

"Don't be like that, babe," he said, kissing my temple.

"You would obviously rather be on your phone than talk to me, so I'm gonna go have fun."

"Stop. You know that's not true."

"Whatever."

He kissed me, but he went right back to his phone. Thankfully, Blake was coming back, so I wouldn't be bored for long.

"Why do you look so bored?" he asked.

"Because I am," I said, nodding toward Dominic.

The song "Numb" by August Alsina blasted through the club and I just wanted to dance because I loved that song.

"Oh my God! Dom, dance with me, please," I begged, clinging to his arm.

"Babe, you know I don't dance."

"You're so boring," I mumbled. "Blake, will you dance with me?"

"Yeah, come on."

He grabbed my hand and led me to the dance floor. Blake didn't really like to dance either, but he did it for me.

When that song ended, we went back to the VIP area, where some girl was dancing all over Dom. He didn't even bother to move; he was clearly enjoying himself.

"Dominic, what are you doing?"

"Christina, it's —"

"You couldn't dance with me because you'd rather have a hoe shake her ass in your face? Got it." He reached out to grab my arm, but I moved away from him. "Don't fucking touch me."