The next morning Blair woke up quite late, she overslept. But it wasn't like she had anything or any work to do so she did not bother.Her hands still hurt but she no longer used the bandages.She got up from her bed and walked into the bathroom. She brushed her teeth and took a long hot bath in the tub.She soaked herself till her skin became really soft and mushy.She got out and rinsed herself in the shower and wore the robe that was hanging on the rack.Blair thought about going back to the house to get her things. Sooner or later she would have to go back to get her belongings from Dylan's house.She didn't have her clothes in Richard's place and it made her uncomfortable. She was tired of wearing his clothes.The thought of going to her parents house to get clothes crossed her mind but she quickly shook it off. They would surely ask questions about it and it would raise suspicion.She sat down in front of the mirror and stared at her reflection. Nothing much changed about her fe

Blair was still trying to make sense of it all. Sitting all alone in the now empty living room, she was staring into space, as what she had just learned was still a shock to her. Dylan had left her in the living room so he could go brew coffee for her to drink. Somehow she wished he was with her right now because of the thoughts rushing through her mind, and somehow she was glad she didn’t see his face at the moment because she had doubted him. In all honesty, if anyone had told her that this would happen, she would have said it so plainly with everything in her that it was a lie. But as some would say, “you should never trust people to that extent”.But Samantha was different. They had been best friends for over ten years. They had watched each other grow, gotten into trouble for each other, and even had plans for how their weddings would be. It was safe to even say that they had spent more than half of their lives forever. Somehow she felt like she should just barge into Richard’s a

"I fucking missed you Blair. I fucking did" he confessed.He didn't know if he was punishing her or just confessing his true feelings.He kept breathing her scent in.Blair could feel his warm breathing on her neck. She curled her toes because the feeling made her tingly inside.She wanted to kiss him so badly, to melt into him, so she placed her hands on his chest. And she ran her hands through it."I missed you too," she murmured as she pulled him closer to her.He held her waist and pulled her into him. He smashed his lips on hers immediately.He kissed her with all the longing in his heart. He longed for her and put everything he had into the kiss.Blair let herself into him as well. Kissing him with the same passion he kissed her with.He carried her and she wrapped her legs around him, he held her backside tightly and kissed her again.He placed her on the counter pulling her legs into him. Her hands roamed all over his body, holding and kissing.Before they both knew it they w

Blair kept admiring the place and saying nice things about it."Should we order now or should I take you to meet her first?" He asked her."I want to meet her first," she said and smiled."Alright then" he replied.He got up from the chair and went over to help her up.Dylan led her to the back of the restaurant where his godmother's office was located.He knocked on her door and waited for her response before going in."Oh my, Dylan! I didn't think you would come today" she squealed."I wanted to surprise you," he answered and hugged her.Blair stood and watched their surprising display of affections. She barely saw Dylan so chirpy and happy with someone that is not her.She started to think that maybe he didn't completely hate everyone."Come darling" the older woman called for her.She continued to admire Dylan's godmother. The older woman seemed to be in her early 60s and she was beautiful indeed. She was an emission of beauty and grace. Her charisma at her age marveled Blair too.

"Thank you" he took the tray from her hands and placed it on his lap.Dylan ate his soup slowly, Blair watched him. It wasn't as if he didn't like the soup, he just didn't feel like eating anything. He lost his appetite.Blair placed her hand on his head to feel his temperature."You are still a little feverish Dylan, are you sure that you feel okay?" She asked.Dylan didn't know what to tell her. He promised never to lie to her and he didn't want to break it for any reason."No Blair. I'm not okay, I have a terrible headache, something happened in the office and I can barely eat this soup. I feel so tired Blair" he spilled."Oh my darling. I'm sorry, should I call the doctor to come check you?" She asked him."Anything you want" he laid his head on the pillow."Dylan why didn't you tell me all of these?" She asked."Because I didn't want you to worry so much about me" he whined."How is that possible?" She asked."I know you Blair. You will certainly feel bad and blame yourself" Dyla