"Yes, I-" Blair stopped dancing the moment she saw Dylan walking towards them, she tried to free herself from Michael's hold.immediately, but he had a pretty strong grip. "Let go of me Michael.""Come with me." He pulled her away from Michael, removing his hold from Blair's arm, then proceeding to brush invincible dust from where Michael's hands had been on Blair. "You shouldn't let other men lay your hands on you ""Dylan? What are you doing here?" Blair looked from Michael to Dylan, a panicked look on her face. "I thought you already left.""Hey, what don't you just leave the lady alone-""Please shut up. I'm speaking to my wife. Next time if you need an ass to grind against your crotch, go pay for a lap dance, or even better find for yourself a wife." He turned to Delphine. "You, come with me." Not waiting for a reply or a reaction, he began pulling her away."Husband? But she told me she wasn't here with anyone," Michael said, but when he saw Blair was not resisting Dylan, he shru
"Ok. I'm going to rest my head now. I am tired of today." He let her go this time, she needed the rest, they both did.~~~Dylan couldn't sleep that night. For some strange reason he didn't feel he was allowed to sleep. He wanted to do something nice, to make it up to Blair. But he had no idea in mind and he knew Blair was not the kind of girl who fell for material items, but he didn't know what else to do. He had gotten up early in the morning to go prepare breakfast for her. He had gotten to the kitchen, excited till he remembered he didn't know one thing about cooking. Growing up in a rich home, Dylan only stepped his feet in the kitchen to eat food, never to make them. So instead he had to order breakfast, he decided he would just lie to Blair that he was the one who cooked it and that's exactly what he had done."Hi, I actually prepared breakfast," he said as she came down that morning."Uh...You prepared breakfast." She walked slowly to the table where the food was set out alrea
Blair shrugged. "Well, you see two weeks ago, we went on this vacation, which his mother had well made us go to. We kind of hard a big fight and after talking issues out, he promised to work on himself and well, that's what he's doing. After this, we've been working on ourselves, the foundation to a good relationship is friendship. We'll see our things go from there.""Really?" Samantha asked still in disbelief. She had not had one conversation with Dylan since Blair got married to him, but from all the things Blair did say about him, she found it hard to believe that someone could just have a switch after one conversation."Yeah. He's been really sweet, kind, patient and he hasn't raised his voice at me since then.I mean, Samantha I couldn't even share a bed with him before, we would always get into a fight. I don't know, maybe all we needed to have done right at the start was talk and then things wouldn't have been so bad. He is actually better and I'm starting to like this new Dyla
"That's not true!" Blair snapped at Sylvia, surprising even herself. A week ago and she might have been supporting Sylvia, instead she would have added more words against Dylan. But they both have been having lot of conversations now and Blair now understood why Dylan must have 'strongly disliked' her in the beginning like he said. "He is not so bad.""You know," Samantha finally spoke up. "I wasn't going to say anything, but don't you think that's a little harsh thing to say about your own cousin."Sylvia didn't look guilty at all. "I don't think it is, if it's the truth.""Hold on, so you don't even care at all? How jobless must you have been to work all the way here just to badmouth your own cousin?" Samantha cussed. "Did Dylan do something in the past? Something I don't know of?"She didn't give a reply to Blair, which to Samantha and instead faced Blair instead. "Did they tell you about Clara?" Samantha let out a cuss when she saw Samantha was ignoring her. "I'm sure he told you
"Wait," he said quickly stepping in her way. "You have to understand that I thought you knew, and I didn't want this. Seriously, I was against the whole idea.""I'm not angry with you Dylan, not you. Do you know how I feel? Like some pawn in a stupid play.""I'm sorry. I don't even care about the inheritance anymore. It was one of the reason I was strongly against the marriage. After everything with Clara, she was someone I really cared for and it was this stupid talk of inheritance that Sylvia brought up to her that destroyed our relationship. It was why I didn't want this, and also one of the reasons I treated you the way I did. I didn't want to fall or you, or for you to fall for me, knowing that you were just doing this to pay for your father's debt and my parents were making me do this to secure the inheritance.""And now?""I don't care anymore, this is no longer because of the inheritance. This between us is because I like you and now, I really want to pursue this thing with yo
Blair didn’t know how but she found herself staring at Dylan’s lips. It was so pink she could not help but swallow. Dylan stopped from where he was adjusting her pillow as he felt her stare on him. He stared back at her with an intense look“Can I kiss you?” Dylan asked out of nowhere and my head nodded automatically. He didn’t waste time. Dylan picked up my lips and mounted it with his.Blair moaned as Dylan too hold of her neck and gently pulled her to him."Blair?" A voice interrupted. Blair froze in the kiss. It couldn't be, she thought. She didn't want to look out of fear, wanted to believe it was her mind playing tricks with her. So instead, she pulled Dylan even closer, deepening the kiss. "Blair!" Dylan had to pull back this time."Who are you?" Dylan asked. "How..." He stopped and turned to Blair. "Do you know him? Is he one of your relatives?""No.""Blair, who is this man? I heard the rumors but I refused to believe this was true.""Oh, to hell with what you believe Richard
Dylan chuckled and wrapped his arms around her. "I missed you too babe. How are you?""I'kom okay. How was work? Very stressful I know which is why I cooked something nice for you so go freshen up and come down to eat.""Ah! Wonderful. Let me go so I can go and freshen up then," he said, smiling at her.With a sheepish smile, Blair released Dylan and he gave her an equal smile before walking away. Minutes later, Dylan was out of the bathroom. He did not even change to proper clothes when he went to sit on the dining table."Gosh, Dylan!" Blair exclaimed when she saw that Dylan was still in his bathrobe. "At least put on trousers. Are you that eager to eat?""Literally and figuratively, yes." He gave her a wide grin and a wink, then started to dig into the food.It took Blair some seconds to understand the meaning of his words, and when she did, she gasped and threw the plastic spoon in her hand at him.Dylan dodged it with a chuckle. "Why do you want to abuse me?" He said dramaticall
Dylan was making reservations outside when he owned a five star hotel with an equally high rated restaurant. It was mainly because he felt like it would be boring to take Blair there when they had been there for a number of times. Even Blair herself had been there with her family, and because he wanted this evening to be special, he could not take her to somewhere she had been times without number. It would be boring.Dylan picked his cell phone and made a call to Alexa who came into his office right that time."I was just about to call you," he said, ending the call."I'm guessing you've picked a place, sir?"Dylan nodded,beckoning on her to come closer as he turned the screen of his MacBook to face her. "I want this place. Make the reservation for me, I mean rent out the whole place. I'll go there this evening by seven so please make it fast. Thank you."Alexa nodded and walked out of the office.It felt like he was forgetting something very important. Dylan searched his brain to re