Arranged Marriage With The Billionaire

After the whole talk with Dylan yesterday, she felt confident enough for the task ahead of her. She couldn’t let Richard lord over her thoughts and emotions.

She had to stand her ground and not be scared, at least for Dylan’s sake.

She watched as he ate his food. She ate hers too, quickly. Blair wanted to prepare for her meeting with Richard and she couldn’t afford to go late. He specifically told her not to.

Blair stepped into the bathroom, she brushed her teeth before she had her bath.

She stepped out of the bathroom, her gray coloured robe wrapped her body.

She opened her closet and fished out an outfit that would be suitable for her outing. She decided to wear jeans and a black wrap blouse, the blouse was short like a crop top.

She picked it out and laid it on the bed.

Her phone vibrated on her dressing table and picked it up to check. It was a message from Richard, must be the address.

‘Messadonia restaurant, table 9′

It read.

“What’s that?” Dylan asked.

She suddenly froze and he wanted to know why.

“The restaurant we’re supposed to meet at,” she told him. He checked it and copied the message. Dylan sent it to the detective.

After a while the detective sent Dylan a message to bring Blair to the station.

“I have to get ready too. We’ll go to the station first” he said as he climbed out of bed.

Their house was massive but they only occupied their room. Sometimes Blair wondered why he got a big house.

Blair thought that someone could be hiding somewhere here, somewhere they can’t see easily. The thought made her shiver.

It didn’t take Dylan long to get ready. Blair completed her outfit with strappy sandals and she left her hair down instead of packing it. She looked cute.

“You look nice” Dylan complimented, he held her hips and inhaled her scent very deeply.

“Thank you Dylan. You look nice too” she laughed

Dylan wore jeans as well and a white and black sweater shirt and loafers. His hair was packed messily but it was still sexy. He wore his perfume and left the room to get the car ready.

Blair chose a black Chanel bag from her bag collection and put all her essentials in it. She sprayed some perfume on herself before she left the room as well.

She got into the car and Dylan drove out of the house.

They got to detective Jones’ office after 20 minutes.

“Good afternoon Dylan, Blair” he greeted.

“Good afternoon sir” they replied in unison.

“So I’ll be quick. I think it would be best if Blair wore a wire in her clothes” the detective said.

“What? That is risky, I can’t wear that” she protested.

“Blair” Dylan rubbed her lap with his thumb.

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“Go on detective” he told the man.

“The wire will be fixed carefully on your skin. He will not know. We’ll be able to hear whatever he says and therefore record it. Do you understand?” He asked.

“Yes, I think it’s fair” he answered and turned to look at Blair.

“Baby, it’ll be fine. Trust me, hmm?” He spoke softly.

“Okay” she answered with a small voice.

“And who will fix this wire?” Dylan asked.

“Our female officers” Jones answered.

“Okay, let’s get to it then” he stood up, Blair followed.

“Follow me” the detective led them into a room.

Everything was set up already, including the wire that they would fix. The female officers were there too.

“Please help her fix the wire. Be very careful, just as I instructed” he told them and led Dylan out.

“Yes sir,” one of them replied.

Outside the room Dylan asked the detective about the whole plan and he explained everything to him in full detail.

The recordings might not be enough since there were two people involved, but they were going to try still.

Blair came out of the room, she looked normal. Like there was no wire in her body.

“I’m ready,” she said. She checked her watch and it was past 3.

“I better leave now. I’m sorry but I can’t hug you because of this wire” she said to Dylan.

“It’s okay. I love you and please be strong and bold, okay?” He placed his head on hers, their eyes closed briefly.

“I love you” she responded.

Dylan kissed her forehead.

“We will follow.” Dylan whispered.

“Okay.” She answered.

“Are we ready?” The detective asked.

“Yes.” Blair answered.

“Alright then. You should go now, we arranged a taxi for you to use. We want him to believe you are on your own, taking Dylan’s car might raise suspicion.” He advised.

“Okay, I should go now.” She said and smiled at Dylan before she left.

She took the back of the station alone and got into the taxi.

The restaurant was far, Blair stared outside the window at buildings, trees, people, and every other thing that they passed.

Her mind was far from where she was. She wondered why Samantha chose to do that to her. Their years of friendship meant nothing to her. Blair couldn’t pinpoint the reason but she knew that Dylan had something to do with it.

The drive took about 40minutes. She was almost late, she checked her watch and it read 3:55 pm. Five minutes early.

She quickly entered the restaurant and told the attendance she was to meet someone at table 9.

They led her through until she got to the table. Richard wasn’t there yet, she took a deep breath and sat beside the window. From where she sat she was able to see the restaurant properly, who came in and who got out.

The restaurant was not as bad as Blair thought it would be. It had a beautiful interior, the tables and chairs were set nicely and there were even private booths.

The only thing that was off to her was the distance.

Blair shook off negative thoughts from her mind. She didn’t want to lose the confidence that she was trying to build.

Just then the door opened and Richard came in. He looked around and paused when he saw her. They had like a three-minute staring contest.

Blair clenched her fists and kept her steady gaze on him. Confidence. Dylan would be proud, she thought.

He looked away and then walked towards her.

“Hello Blair.” He greeted as he sat down across from her.

“Hello.” She answered curtly.

“No need for any attitude sweetie, I’m not here to fight.” He smirked and raised his hands in surrender.

Blair scoffed and looked away. The waiter approached their table.

“Would you like to order ma’am, sir?” He asked them.

“Yes I will have your best pasta dish and white wine, you can get something for her-” He was cut short by Blair.

“An iced tea for me, thank you.” She smiled at the waiter.

Richard laughed.

“Really?” He asked.

“You surely won’t make me eat when I don’t want to. Besides this isn’t meant to be some dinner, we’re meant to talk and that’s all I’m here for.” She retorted.

“You have a point, love but you see I’m very hungry. I haven’t eaten properly since you left.” He said.

“That isn’t my problem Richard.” She answered and rolled her eyes.

He chuckled. Feisty, smart, intellectually sound, reasons why he was obsessed with Blair.

“You’re just a self-absorbed bitch.” He seethed. He changed quickly from gentle to senile.

“Now? Can I get something else? That was low.” She laughed.

It was like a battle of words and intellect between them.

“I’m sure Dylan couldn’t forgive you after the stunt you pulled at my house. I’m sure he couldn’t stand you in his home and kicked you out like the sad little kitten that you are.” He said and folded his arms with a sick smile.

Blair clenched her fists. She thought that he had no right to conclude on what happened between them.

The whole set-up wasn’t easy for Blair to tolerate.

“You see Dylan doesn’t forgive easily. That’s one of the things that makes him ruthless. You insult him, he makes you jump the cliff. Isn’t that admirable!” He laughed like a maniac.

“Of course it’s admirable. So admirable that I cannot wait to hear what he does to you. Make you jump the cliff or feed you to the dogs.” She laughed and wiped a few tears.

Blair reeked confidence, she owed it to Dylan.

Richard clenched his jaw. He got riled up by her and he hated it.

“I’m prepared for that. It’s not me that’ll lose everything I gained since I got married. Oh poor you. You know if you had just agreed to be with me instead, you wouldn’t be in this situation.” He said.

“I’d rather die than get back together with some obsessive freak like you.” She shot back, she wanted to throw his stupid wine on his face.

Blaar knew exactly where to hit him and she saw that it worked, even though he tried to hide it.

“Oh easy with the temper darling. I haven’t told Samantha yet. And if you continue to cooperate she’ll never know, we can both throw her out the moving train.” He reasoned.

“Oh wow, you’re willing to kick out your partner in crime.” She spoke in wonder.

Richard’s dirty character amused Blair once again. He only thought of how to discard Samantha since the odds were against him. But she didn’t even care what he planned to do with her conceited little friend.

Blair just wanted a few slips from him and it would be over.

“Not really but I know she’d be willing to kick me out, she would use your friendship against me. And then I would be the one to take the fall.” He told her.

Blair snorted. She decided that it would not happen, she had been fooled enough.

Any friendship between her and Samantha ended the moment she turned against her.

And even if Blair considered her a friend but was blind to the schemes, it held nothing anymore. It was over.

“So you don’t want to go down alone huh? Smart move.” She clapped, amused.

The waiter came back with their orders.

“Here you go ma’am, sir.” The guy placed their orders on the table.

“Thank you.” Blair said and the waiter left.

“Can you get to the point?” She asked him.

“Can I eat my dinner in peace?” He asked.

Blair was simply irritated by his attitude. They were meant to talk about whatever he called her there for. And all of a sudden he wanted to eat.

She tried to calm herself by taking deep breaths. Everything Dylan told her replayed in her mind. All their hard work, she had to be calm.

Richard ate his food to his satisfaction. The noise he made with his cutlery annoyed her but she only watched him as she sipped her drink.

It was getting dark already but she knew she had to wait.

Richard knew he annoyed her, he wanted to. He deliberately ate in that manner and he enjoyed it.

The only part he did not lie about was that he was hungry. He found it as both an opportunity to eat and to annoy her. He was glad that he accomplished both.

After his meal, he wiped his mouth with a napkin.

“So, as I said earlier, if you keep your mouth shut about the pictures then Samantha will not find out. Oh and if you can tell your husband to shut his too, it will be appreciated.” He said, his arms folded across his chest.

Blair scoffed.

“Why do I have to listen to you?” She asked.

He laughed.

“Well, Blair, if you don’t I will release those pictures to the public.” He leaned towards her and he smirked.

Blair wanted to punch him in the face.

“I hate you.” She sneered.

“I wish you could see how much I love you, Blair.” He snapped.

She scoffed.

“Really? This is how you love a person? You must be joking. The fact that I never saw this side of you makes me feel sick.” She retorted.

He frowned. Richard felt insulted by her. He clenched his jaws in anger.

“What happens if Samantha finds out then? She wronged me.” Blair asked.

“Oh well, let’s just say that you are doomed. Oh, and one more thing, you will have to divorce Dylan. I will give you, say, five days. If you don’t, the pictures will go out and trust me, it won’t be just the pictures.” He said calmly.

Blair became anxious. What did he mean by not just the pictures? She asked herself.

“You’re probably thinking about the last thing I said.” He confirmed her thoughts.

Blair glared at him in a way that would have killed him, that was if glares could kill.

“What do you think will happen if I divorce Dylan? What are you getting from it? And Samantha?” She inquired.

He spoke in absurdity. She couldn’t understand what he planned to get out of everything. She also thought that maybe Samantha promised to reward him, but it was unlikely.

“You. You are my reward and as for Samantha, I don’t care.” he answered but he also lied. He knew what Samantha was going to get.