Arranged Marriage With The Billionaire

Blair had sworn that she wasn’t going to answer the call, but it seemed it also wasn’t going to let Blair sleep peacefully till she answered it. She bit the hem of her pillowcase in anger while finally reaching out for her phone, with the plan to switch it off, but decided against it when she saw who was calling. It was Dylan’s mum. She sat up, rubbing the sleep away from her eyes, she answered the call. “Good morning,” she greeted. “Sorry, I wasn’t with my phone. Have you been calling for long?”

“I’s fine dear, I haven’t. Are you still in bed? Your voice is heavy and kind of rough.”

“Oh no,” Blair said quickly, clearing her throat. “I’m not in bed anymore. I just finished eating that’s why, I’ll drink some water.

“Ok good. I need you to run an errand for me, that’s of you’re not too busy, but this is really important.”

“No, I’m not busy. What is it, do you need me to come over?” Blair crossed her fingers, praying that she wouldn’t ask for that.

“No you don’t have to.” Blair relaxed after that. “I just need you to help me deliver something to my son, Dylan.”

Blair wondered why she hadn’t called Dylan herself and told him this directly, instead of making her the middleman. “Ok, but Dylan went to work. So I’ll do that when he gets back.”

“Actually there is no time for that, in was hoping you could go hand it to him over there.”

“You want me to go to his workplace? I can’t do that, I’m sure he doesn’t want me there and I also don’t want to be there.”

“Don’t be like that Darling.” Blair was already shaking her head as she spoke. “I just want you to drop something for me. I was going to send Rose, the help over there, but she isn’t feeling well today.”

“You want me to come get it, then go give it to him? I don’t even know where he works. Uh, maybe you should just wait for Rose to get well? She could come give it to him another day.”

“But I already sent someone to drop it with you. Evans is going to arrive soon, when he gets there please go drop the papers with Dylan, I need him to sign it. You should ask Donna for the address. Take care.”All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

“Wait… Great. She ended the call.” Blair didn’t want to go see Alex, she was already enjoying the distance they kept from the other. While he was away during the day, she got the chance to relax peacefully at home and by the time he came back, she would have gone to bed.

She moved out of bed, deciding that she should start getting ready since the delivery guy would soon arrive, being too tired to stand up, she rolled lazily till she fell off the bed. Minutes later, she managed to stand up, but only to lay back on the bed again.

“Blair?” Donna called, knocking on the door. “Are you up?”

“Yes.”

“There is someone here with a package for you, he says Dylan’s mum sent him.”

“Yeah, I’ll be down shortly!” She rolled out of bed, rushing to the bathroom to brush her face and comb her hair, then putting on new clothes, she hurried downstairs. Donna was still there, and there was a young man sitting on a chair behind her, holding a cup of coffee in his hand. “Sorry, I was busy with something else.”

“It’s fine, here.” She handed Blair a small bag. “I asked him what it was for, but he said he didn’t know either and Dylan’s mum already instructed you what to do with it.”

“Yeah, she called me earlier. Donna could you please write down the address to Dylan’s office, that’s where I’m to drop this.”

“Address you Dylan’s office? You don’t have it already?”

“Eh… nevermind I do,” she lied. “I almost forgot for a moment.”

Donna chuckled. “Don’t worry, it’s the power of sleep.” Blair had to call Dylan’s mum again to get the address.

~~~

She finally found the building after getting lost two times because she took a left turn at the wrong place. Blair had to admit that Dylan was doing really well for himself. She got to the building and got directed by the security to head to the receptionist before she got access to see Dylan.

She approached the receptionist. “Hi,” she greeted. “I’m looking for Dylan.” She didn’t acknowledging Blair’s presence, and kept on typing away at her phone, chewing a gum aggressively. “Hello?”

“If you’re Sylvia, Dylan said I shouldn’t let you in here, so please escort yourself out before I call the security on you.”

“Uh… I’m not Sylvia.” She stopped, finally looking up at Blair. “I’m Blair.”

The lady eyed her. “Do you have an appointment with him?”

“No, I’m actually his wife.” Blair frowned, though that was who she was, she regretted saying it.

“I find that hard to believe,” the Lady said with a small smile. “I know he is married, but definitely not to you, you’re not his type.” Blair frowned, looking down at her dress. Sure he hadn’t put on her best clothes, but she felt what she had on was decent looking. “Are you one of his ex.”

“No, I am his wife. See, I don’t have the time for this. Ring him and tell him Blair is here to see him, I have a message from his mother to deliver.” Seeing that Blair was being serious, the Lady reached for the phone to call Dylan.

“Sorry to disturb you sir, but there’s a lady here to see you… yes Sir… she said she has a message from your mother that she needs to deliver… She says she’s your wife, her name is Blair… Ok sir, I’ll send her up.” She hung up, an embarrassed expression on her face as she looked back at Blair.

“Have you cleared your doubts now, or am I not still Dylan’s type?”

“I’m so sorry about that, I didn’t know. Please don’t tell Mr Lancaster, I’m afraid he would fire me, I haven’t been very punctual to work lately, coupled with this I would get fired immediately.”

Blair knew Dylan wouldn’t actually cared if she was respected or not. If she told him about how she was mistreated by his receptionist, she doubted he would care. But then, the Lady before her didn’t have to know that. Blair smirked, raising her head high. “I will think about it. Now, where can I find my husband?”

“Top floor, first door by your left.”

“Thank you,” she said walking away.

Blair’s finger hovered above the knob, she wondered if she should knock before walking in, or just pushing the door open since he already knew that she was coming.

“Are you going to come in or you just really enjoy standing outside?” Dylan’s voice from the inside said. “I can see you, just so you know.” She frowned and quickly pushed the door open, walking in.

“If you could see me, why didn’t you just call me in,” she said as she walked to his desk.

“What are you doing here?” Dylan asked. “When they called saying someone was looking for me, you were the last person I was expecting to see.”

“What? When they said a lady who were you expecting? One of your girlfriends?” He ignored. her question, seeing that he was not going to speak. She took a sit. “I am only here because of your mother, she sent me to drop this with you.”

He kept on staring at his computer screen, no reaction at all. Blair was about to repeat herself, thinking he didn’t hear her, when he said, “Why did she sent you, what happened to Rose?”

“According to your mother, she’s sick.” Blair wasn’t stupid, she suspected that Rose was fine, but Dylan’s mum just wanted her to do this. “Here,” she said dropping the files on his table. “I’ll take my leave now.”

“Wait.” He stopped her in her steps. “So fast? No kiss on the cheeks?”

“You have got to be kidding me.” Blair scoffed. “I have to be either mad or definitely mad to kiss you.”

“Fine, I’ll just find someone else to do it then. I mean, people expect you to stay faithful to your wife, but how are you going to stay faithful to the one who wouldn’t even touch you.”

“Dylan you must be crazy if you think I just cared about all you said. Listen, you can try your best to try and make my life miserable, but I’m counting and once a year passes, I’m out of this marriage.”

“All the better for me, you think I want to wake up to your face everyday?” He smirked at her.

“You really shouldn’t say stuff hurtful words like that to someone.” Dylan looked taken aback from Blair’s reply, it was obvious he had been expecting her to fire back at him. He opened his mouth to speak, but ended up acting like a fish, as he kept opening and shutting, no words coming out. “I’m leaving,” she said when she saw he was not going to speak anytime soon. She stormed out, slamming the door behind her, so hard the windows rattled.

“Fuck,” Dylan cussed hitting his head. “What the hell is wrong with me?” A knock arrived at his door, bringing him out of his thoughts before he even settled in. His head snapped up as he wondered if it was Blair. “Who is it?” He asked.