Arranged Marriage With The Billionaire

Blair regretted her decision later on, the room was cold and she didn’t have any blanket, just the couch. She sat up in the middle of the night, with the aid of the night plan which was still on, she could see Dylan on the bed, sleeping peacefully.

“Dylan.” She called. “Dylan!” She said again, this time tapping him gently on the shoulder. “Wake up, I know you can hear me!”

“Even when I leave you alone, you still look for ways to drive me nuts. Some of us have a place of work to go tomorrow morning Blair,” he muttered sleepily, brushing her arm away. “What do you want?”

“I’m cold,” she told him. “Give me a blanket or give space so I can sleep.” Dylan was lying down horizontally on the bed, and Blair couldn’t help but wonder if he did that on purpose just to stop her in case she decided to come back to the bed. “Are you listening to me. You like hearing me beg right? Something about me begging gives you joy, right?”

Hearing that a smile came to his face with his eyes still closed. “That’s not my business, just so you know, your invitation to the bed has expired.” He snuggled deeper into his bed, pulling the duvet off this chin. Blair eyed him, envious of the comfort he was getting.

“What?” She said although she heard him correctly. “You were the one who wanted me to sleep on the bed before, you are the one that carried me up here-”

“I don’t want you on the bed anymore.” He turned his back to her. “So, leave me alone Bella.”

Her fist clenched in anger, she hated when he called her by that. “So, you would rather be childish and let me freeze to death than giving me a blanket?” When he gave no reply. She sighed, getting up. “Fine, I guess I should call your mother, disturb her from her peaceful rest and let her know her son will not give his-”

“Stop talking.” He finally sat up, looking at her. “I only answered you because although you are really annoying, I don’t want you dead.”

“Oh wow, you are far too kind Mr Dylan Lancaster.”

“Check the wardrobe, now go.”

“Thank you,” she muttered. Over there she found another duvet, it was the one that she had with her while in the living room, Dylan had placed it back there when she was sleeping. And that was how the couple spent their first night together.

Blair found herself in a classroom. She was putting on a white gown, staring at the white board before her, while the familiar looking teacher wrote on the board. Though Blair had never met this woman, she felt she knew her. “Hello, miss?” She called, but the woman didn’t answer and kept busy with the board. Blair decided to go meet her, but as she moved to stand up, she found she was stuck. It was like there was a glue keeping her to the chair.

“It hopeless,” A man said, Blair head snapped to the side as she saw Dylan sitting beside her. “I have tried, but we are stuck together.”

“What do you mean?” She asked him, it was then Blair noticed something else, there was a cuff in her right hand, and the other was on Dylan’s left, keeping them together. Looking back at the board, she noticed the key to the cuff, hanging on the woman’s belt. “Lady!” Blair shouted at her. “Give me the key!” The lady suddenly stopped writing, dropping the marker, she turned to face Blair slowly. It was her, Blair. Except this was an older her. “What is this?” Blair whispered in horror.

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“The key,” she found herself saying. “I want the key.”

She pointed to the key that hung from her belt. Snatching it off the key holder, she walked towards Blair. “Here you can have it. If you really want to leave, you can leave.”

She snatched it quickly, trying it in the hole, but it didn’t work no matter how hard she tried. “Why isn’t it working?” She asked, but all the lady did was smile and began walking back to the board.

“The key isn’t working because-”

Blair fell off the couch. “Ow!” She cried out. It was already morning and Dylan wasn’t in his bed anymore. She heard the bathroom door opening and then he stepped out, only with a small towel wrapped round his waist. Blair looked away quickly, her cheeks heating up. “Go put something on,” she said getting up, and laying back on the bed.

“If you don’t like what you see, look away,” he told her going about his business.

“Asshole,” she muttered, pulling the duvet over her head once more and going back to sleep.