Arranged Marriage With The Billionaire

Blair explained everything to Dylan. She told him how she found out about the scheme between Richard and Samantha. They both sat on the couch in the living room, they tried to wrap their heads around the fact that Samantha of all people could be involved.

“She was the first person I told about your disappearance Blair.” Dylan broke the silence first.

She turned to face him.

“Really?” She asked.

“Yes. I felt she should know because you are close to her and maybe she would be able to guess where you went.” He explained.

Blair sighed and rubbed her eyes with her hands.

“I had no idea Dylan. I don’t even know what her motive is. She even came to see me at Richard’s but it seems like she was just pretending all along. I feel so sad and betrayed by her.” She lamented.

“We have to do something about this Blair. They practically defamed me and used it to threaten you. If the pictures got to the public it could affect us badly.” Dylan said.

“I’m sorry Dylan. What can we do?” She asked.

“I already sent the pictures to the detective that accompanied us to Richard’s house that day. He said he was going to check them properly. I will let him know about this news and he’ll tell us what to do next.” He explained.

“Oh. Seems like you were already suspecting something, you work fast.” She replied.

“Yes Blair. I immediately knew that it wasn’t me, I would know, I didn’t even know who the woman was. It was sad that you didn’t know.” He answered.

“I’m sorry Dylan. I made a mistake and I should have asked you first. I’m so sorry.” Blair said.

He gave a little nod and stood up from the chair.

“You should rest. We’ll see the detective tomorrow.” He answered and left for his office.

Blair knew he was hurt and that it would take a while before he opened up to her again. She felt so guilty. Blair got up and left for her room.

Their room was still the same. Except that it was cleaned. And her dirty laundry was no longer there. It also seemed as if Dylan did not sleep there, the thought hurt her but she swallowed it.

She went into her luxurious bathroom and freshened up. She opened her wardrobe and picked out a crop top and sweatpants.

Blair felt more comfortable in her own clothes that she danced a little before laying down on her bed. She fell asleep in minutes.

Dylan was seated in his office. He didn’t work at all, he just sat there thinking. He still couldn’t believe that Blair was back home and she apologized for what happened because he thought that things would end between them.

Her previous attitude towards him discouraged his thoughts of them getting back together and reconciling.

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Dylan wanted to hug her right there and never let her go but he had to refrain himself from doing such. He didn’t know whether to forgive her just like that or punish her for what he did.

His heart wanted to forgive her but his mind wanted her to beg for his forgiveness. After all he begged her as well, he tried to change her mind, make her forgive him.

And he was sure that she wouldn’t be here if she hadn’t found out the truth. She would have still thought that he cheated on her.

He decided that he would make her realize her mistakes in his own way.

Blair was stubborn and doing something that she didn’t want to do was her motto. But he would make her understand that in order to win him again she would need to put that aside.

He sat in his office till it became dark outside.

He was tempted to check on her in their bedroom. Thankfully he had it cleaned this morning.

Dylan decided to punish her, left for him he already forgave her but he would not let her know that until he wanted to.

So he left his office and went into the room where Blair slept.

He saw her sleeping frame and locked the door gently because he did not want to wake her.

He walked towards her and sat beside her. He stared at her very carefully, analyzing her features.

Dylan noticed that she lost some weight. Her eyes were hollow and she was pale, her lips also lost some of it’s colour.

He felt really bad about her current state and how she must have felt when she saw those horrible pictures. He tucked the stray hair that fell on her face to the back of her ear.

As he stared at her, he wasn’t sure if he would be able to punish her. It hurt him to even think about it.

Blair stirred as she opened her eyes little by little.

“Dylan?” She called as she got up from her sleeping position.

“Yeah? I just wanted to check up on you and I found you sleeping” he confessed.

“Oh. Yeah I fell asleep, sorry.” She said.

“It’s okay if you want to go back to sleep” he said.

“No I’m fine. I should get up. Are you hungry? I can make dinner if you want?” She asked staring into his beautiful light blue eyes.

She missed them and everytime she would get lost staring into them.

The space between them thinned, their lips almost touched eachother.

Dylan coughed and she looked away immediately.

“Uh yeah, I guess so.” He quickly got up from the bed.

“I’ll be there in a minute” she answered.

“Okay, I’ll help set up” he said and left the room as fast as he could.

That was close, he thought.

If he had kissed her then, he would never be able to stop. And he knew she felt the same way.

Blair got up from the bed and went into the bathroom to clean her face.

She stared at herself in the mirror and touched her lips. They had almost kissed.

She shook her head and wiped her face with a wet towel. She let down her hair and repacked it into a high ponytail after which she left the room.

Blair walked down the stairs and entered the kitchen. Dylan was there bringing things from the fridge and setting up utensils.

Ever since she left Dylan barely cooked. He gave the chefs and some of the help time off.

He looked up and found her staring at him and everything he laid out.

He thought she looked sexy in her casual clothes and her ponytail.

“I thought I would set up everything for you. If you need my help just let me know I will be in my office.” He said.

“Thank you Dylan, I will take it from here” she answered.

“Okay then” he replied and left her in Rthe kitchen.

Blair sighed as she started her cooking.

She just wanted to make a simple dish because it was late and she did not advise anyone to eat late.

After about 40 minutes she set up the table and dished their food. She made pasta bolognese.

She then headed for Dylan’s office to get him.

She knocked on his door softly and waited for him to let her in before she went in.

“Dylan?” She called as she stepped in front of his desk.

“Blair,” he answered.

“I’m done cooking. Please let’s eat” she said.

“Oh, uh I’m coming. You can start eating” he said.

“I can wait for you. Do you have a lot of work?” She asked him.

“Kinda, you don’t have to wait for me though, I’ll eat later. Thanks” he answered.

Blair was hurt. They always eat together at night, except he wasn’t home. If he was he would never tell her to eat alone.

Dylan saw that she was still standing there, she looked down before turning to leave. As much as he wanted to drop his work and eat with her, he decided not to.

Not because he couldn’t but because he wanted to.

“Okay” she opened the door and shut it.

Dylan sighed.

Blair ate alone that night. At first she ate slowly, Incase he decided to come so he would still meet her there.

She was halfway through her food and he still had not come, she even ate slowly.

Blair concluded that he wouldn’t come so she ate her food quickly and went to clean her plate.

While she cleaned she felt someone stand behind her and gripped the knife in the sink, ready to take action in case the person wanted to attack her.

“What are you doing?” She turned sharply, ready to slash the person when she saw that it was Dylan.

“Dylan! You scared me! I almost cut you with this” she exclaimed keeping the knife.

“Yeah you did, I saw you holding it in the sink. Were you planning to kill me?” he asked as he watched her.

“What? No, why would I want to kill you?” She asked.

“I don’t know Blair. Shouldn’t you answer that?” He asked again, folding his arms across his chest.

His muscles bulged and his shoulders stood firmly.

Blair stared at them and her mouth turned dry.

“I-I-I don’t k-know” she stammered.

He moved closer to her and she moved back until her back hit the sink. He placed his hands on both sides of the sink, he trapped her between his arms.

“Dylan? What is this about?” She asked and her voice shook.

“You really don’t know?” He asked.

“I don’t,” she answered.

He moved his face closer to her own.

“Why?” He asked as he basked in her scent. If there was one thing he missed aside from Blair herself, it was her scent.

It filled his senses till he started to speak gibberish.

“Dylan” she breathed.