Arranged Marriage With The Billionaire

“His sister?” Blair questioned with a frown. “I’m not his sister, I’m his wife.” She scoffed. “And I’ll have whatever he’s having.”

“Uh, I’m so sorry. I swear I didn’t know you two were involved like that because…” Giving one last look at Dylan, she hurried away.

Blair wanted to mention to the girl that she shouldn’t have been so quick to assume things, it reminded her of Dylan’s receptionist. “Really?” Blair asked once she was gone.

“What?” He shrugged, reaching for the glass of water on the table. “Did I do something wrong?”

“You couldn’t even have the decency to flirt with her behind my back? She thought I was your sister and that’s only because she didn’t think you would be flirting with her before your wife.”

“I didn’t flirt with her, I simply told her I would have whatever she thought best. What’s so bad about that? When did that count as flirting?”

“Oh please.” Blair scoffed. “I saw the way you were looking at her, you were obviously flirting and-”

“Why do you care anyways.” He yawned. “Are you jealous?”

“Why would I be jealous of you? I don’t care, you’re free to do whatever you want.” He didn’t say anything after that. They sat in silence waiting for their meal to be served, the waitress finally arrived after ten minutes if awkward silence.

“Here’s your meal,” she said as she laid the plates before them. Blair wasn’t sure of the concoction the Lady had brought for them, but it looked like corn soup and then fried fish.

“Thank you, I’ll surely enjoy this.” Dylan told her with a smile Blair could tell was fake, he wad just trying to be nice. She giggled, feeling proud as she walked away. Once she was gone, Dylan frowned. “Why the hell did she put fish on my plate, I hate fish.”

Blair laughed. “Good for you, I wished she had served you only finish. Next time you order for yourself.”

“Why don’t you just mind your own business?”

“This is my business.”

“I’ve lost my appetite, finish up quickly. I need to catch up with some friends at the club, so we’ll stop there before heading home.”

“Your friends?” When he didn’t answer, she pushed further. “Female friends?”

“Male friends Blair.”

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Blair didn’t understand why Dylan had brought her along with him to the club when he didn’t plan to hang around with her, the moment that they arrived, he left her and instead when to hang out with some guys Blair suspected was his friends, not even bothering to introduce her to them. She didn’t care though, she was still angry about the incident back at the restaurant, she also didn’t want to be around him, so she saw it as a plus on her side. Blair just wished Samantha or Jessica were around to be at her side, it felt awkward sitting all alone with no one at your side to talk too.

She sat alone at a chair in a dark corner of the club, watching Dylan. After awhile he stood up, looking round like he was searching for someone. Blair sat up, a flicker of hope in her eyes as she wondered if she was the one he was searching for. But then he turned and just began to walk out, Blair rested back disappointed. “He doesn’t even care,” she muttered.

One hour later, Blair could be seen at the bar, drowning down shots after shots of vodka. She was angry, just when she thought she was finally getting along with Dylan, she hated that he had to ruin everything. The bar man chuckled, he had been watching her for awhile. It was an entertaining sight, especially with how she squeezed her face after downing each cup. “Slow down, you don’t want to hurt yourself. Did someone offend you? It seems like you’re here to drink your anger away.”

“No,” Blair muttered, looking away. Her eyes landed on someone, he reminded her of Dylan. She blinked twice, leaning forward for a clearer view, it was Dylan. “What’s he doing here? I thought he left.” When the bar man heard this, his eyes followed Blair’s.

“A friend of yours?” He asked, though he couldn’t see Dylan’s face because he had his back facing them.

“My husband,” she told and wondering after why she had just shared that information. Dylan had not seen Blair, in fact his back was facing Blair as he walked the opposite direction.

“Oh. Trouble in paradise uh?”

She shrugged, facing the bar man again. “There is no paradise, more like a wilderness. Please pour me a drink, I need to get drunk this night and forget all about the day.” All she wanted at the moment was to get pierced like sleeping beauty and be thrown in a deep sleep which would last for a year, and only after the divorce did she want to be kissed to consciousness.

“Sorry. I guess he’s the reason you’re drinking… I can tell you are not used to drinking much.”

Blair pouted. “What?” She laughed. “Is it written on my face?” They talked for awhile, before he had to leave to attend to someone else. Blair felt bored after that, she had been enjoying his company and conversing with him made the situation less awkward than sitting and drinking alone.

“Hey,” A male’s voice spoke into her ear. “You here alone?”

“Huh?” She turned to see the smiling face of a man, he sat down on the chair beside her. “Are you talking to me?”

“Sure… I don’t see any other lady around.” He gave a small laugh. “Sorry, I should introduce myself. My name is Michael, what’s yours?”

Blair gave him a sweet smile. “My name is Blair and I’m…” She was going to mention that she was married, but then decided against it. Just earlier, Dylan had chosen to flirt with other woman. She had been really jealous when she saw Dylan throwing compliments at the waitress earlier, like she wasn’t sitting right before him. She had chosen not to bring the topic up after the waitress left, because though the priest said she was his wife, she didn’t feel like one.

“You’re?” Michael was still waiting for a reply.

“Nevermind.” She shook her head. “It’s nothing. Nice to meet you Michael… Are you here alone?” Blair couldn’t help feeling a little confident after she had asked that. The l

He was a bit surprised by the change. For a moment he had been sure that she was going to refuse him, but now she had a more genuine smile on her face, and her eyes did show interest. “Yes… Yes, I am. You?”

“I am.” She grinned.

~~~

Dylan had been looking for Blair for awhile now, he had gone to see if she was waiting for him in the car, but when he got there he remembered there was no way she would have gotten into the car when she didn’t have the keys, so he went down to a restaurant close by to see if she was there, but she wasn’t, then he headed back to the club.

He felt he should apologize to her, she was his wife after all and he knew he hadn’t exactly been treating her like one. Though she didn’t say anything, he could see in her eyes that she was hurt. Dylan couldn’t fully understand why he did certain things just to hurt. Yes, he wasn’t happy that he had to get married to her because of her father’s debt, but he felt he had taken it too far.

“Hey dude, I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Are you coming, the guys and I are going.”

“I can’t leave Jake, I actually came here with someone who I am now looking for.”

“You came here with someone? Who is it?”

“It’s…” Dylan didn’t know how to tell them that he came to the club with his wife and he had abandoned her after treating her badly back at the restaurant,. just to go drink with his friends. He remembered the reason his mother had suggested he and Blair took a break, it was all about Blair and he knew he hadn’t exactly given her the best holding and he was supposed to make her happy. Dylan sighed, he felt like the biggest asshole on Earth. “Oh, I’ve messed up Jake.”

“Messed up how? Who did you bring?”

“It’s my… friend. You guys can leave, I won’t be joining you today, next time.”

The shook hands. “Ok, later then. Hope you find whoever you are looking for.”

“Thanks,” he said and then Jake laughed. Then Dylan remembered that earlier he had seen Blair heading towards the bar. He hurried over there. “Hi,” he greeted with a wave.”

“Hey, what do you need?”

“Just need to ask something, I’m looking for someone.”

The bartender’s countenance changed immediately, he frowned, a defensive look set on his face. “No, I’m not sleeping with your girlfriend, did Anne tell you something? I swear she’s lying.”

It was Dylan’s turn to be confused. “Anne? I don’t know who that is. I’m looking for my wife, blue eyes, red hair, beautiful smile has the accent-”

“Oh, you mean that lady that was just taken to the dance floor?” He pointed behind Dylan, who raised his eyes, following the bar man’s hand. He was right. Blair was there, dancing with a man. “Look at them, they look like such a lovely pair, unlike the shithole husband who she talked about.”

“Shithole husband?” Dylan’s head snapped to the man. “She spoke about me?”

The man froze. “W-wait, you’re her husband? It can’t be, she described you as a horrible per… anyways, how do you guys relationship work, are you in like an open relationship because how do you stand here while another man dances with your girlfriend-sorry, I meant your wife.”

Dylan sucked through his teeth, letting out a hiss. He breathed slowly, trying to calm himself. Dylan was really trying his best not to let his anger get the best from him. He didn’t want to cause a scene or embarrass Blair, but the more he saw them together, double the damage he wanted to inflict on the man dancing with her.

~~~

“I should probably go,” she said. “I don’t think I can stay here anymore.” Though she had wanted to, Blair couldn’t, she felt it was wrong. Dancing with a man who is not Dylan just felt weird, even when she had never danced with Dylan. It felt wrong to her.

“You sure, but we’ve only just started.”