Wesley was still not headed for the Queen's Road this time. Blair couldn't help but ask, "Where are we going?"
Wesley was his usual self, and gave no response.
By now, Blair was fuming mad. 'The silent game, huh? Fine! We'll see who talks first.'
At long last, they pulled into an unfamiliar housing estate. Blair could tell that this was a high-class complex, and there was no way she could afford this. But it was close to her company.
Under her confused eyes, Wesley stopped the car and got out.
"Hey! Why did you bring me here?" Blair asked as she got out of the car as well.
With her suitcase in his hand, Wesley walked towards one of the buildings. A security guard came over. After hearing they lived on the 21st floor, he smiled and left.
When they were in the elevator, Blair stood in front of him and looked him in the eye asking, "What's going on?"
"Since you won't stay in Niles' apartment, you can live with me for now. You always get sick. I can't trust you to live alone. I need you close to keep an eye on you," Wesley answered.
"What? Then is this your apartment?"
"No. I borrowed it from Carlos. He has a lot of places he doesn't use. Don't worry. We can live here as long as we want." He wasn't wrong. Carlos had so many apartments that he had already forgotten about this one. If it weren't for Wesley asking, Carlos would never have thought of it.
"We?" Blair couldn't believe her ears.
"Mmm hmm." The doors of the elevator opened, and they walked out. "Wait! So why here?"
Wesley took out a ring filled with keys. There was only one apartment on each floor. While changing the password of the lock, he said, "Joslyn's parents live next to me in the Hillside Apartments. I don't think you'd want to live there. Since you won't stay at Niles' place, this is the last place I can think of."
Blair was struck speechless. He made her feel like they were a couple living together.
Blair saw Wesley mess with the keypad and change the password to her birthday.
He opened the door, and the apartment was very clean. Carlos' assistant hired maids and such to clean each of his apartments regularly.
Blair took a deep breath and argued, "Why do I have to live here? I can live in my company dorm. Two girls to an apartment, it's not that bad."
Wesley turned a deaf ear to that. He scanned the apartment and said, "Three bedrooms. Choose any one you like."
"I'm not living here," she insisted.
Wesley looked at her and said seriously, "I'm going to be living with you. I need to make sure you're safe."
"You didn't get my point! Why do I have to live with you? I don't want to!" Blair decided to get over Wesley, and didn't want to get involved with him again. Living with him was just inviting more heartache.
"I don't like you living alone." 'You're like a child who can't take care of yourself, ' he thought.
Blair's heart skipped a beat. "I wouldn't be alone. I'd have a roommate!"
What Wesley said next made Blair want to pound on him. "I need to take care of you until you get a boyfriend. After all, you like me. So you must live here."
Blair rolled her eyes and tried her best to resist the impulse to slap him. She picked up her suitcase and said, "Don't bother. I'm leaving." With that, she was about to exit the apartment.
"Mom likes you a lot," Wesley suddenly said.
Blair wanted to open his skull to see how his brain worked.
"So?" she asked. 'His mom likes me, so I have to live with him?'
"So I need to protect you," he answered.
"And?"
True to form, Wesley said nothing. He yanked the suitcase away from her and made her decision for her. "You can take this bedroom. The biggest one. I'll stay in the one right next to you. Feel free to ask for anything as long as I'm home."
Before Blair could answer, he took the suitcase into the bedroom and threw it into the cloakroom.
As if afraid that she would just march in there and take her suitcase out, Wesley even locked the door to the bedroom after he came out.
Blair wanted to argue with him, but Wesley didn't give her the chance. "Let's get a bite to eat first. Then we'll go to the supermarket to stock the place," he said decisively.
Blair gave up on arguing. She sighed and asked, "What about Megan? She's waiting for you."
'People say that women are so unpredictable. But this guy takes the cake! A while ago, he wanted to set me up with his brother. And now he's living with me. He says he'll take care of me. But he isn't home most of the time, ' she thought.
At the mention of Megan, Wesley frowned. He really couldn't figure out what Debbie and Blair had against her.
In order not to piss her off again, he simply said, "I'll get a cook for her."
They left the housing estate on foot and strolled on the streets. Blair opened the Koubei app and searched for nearby restaurants. "What would you like to eat?" she asked.
'Wow! We're in the city center. There are so many high-class restaurants here, ' she thought.
"You're the boss. You pick." He was not a picky eater. Generally, he'd eat anything that was set in front of him.
His answer frustrated Blair. "This is our last meal together. After this, we part ways. I'm not in love with you anymore. You don't need to take care of me," she mocked.
Wesley stopped in his tracks. Seeing that, Blair stopped too and turned around to look at him. "What are you doing?" she asked.
Wesley pulled her into his arms and did something that he had been wanting to do since they went shopping earlier.
When she tried the shade of lipstick and asked him whether she looked good, all he knew was that he wanted to kiss her.
Yes! Kiss her! Kiss her hard! Kiss her so she couldn't say anything hurtful!
'Again?
What is he thinking? I was always the one kissing him. But things have changed.
He's kissed me three times in two days!'
The wind rose and chilled them. Blair couldn't help trembling because of the cold. Wesley held her tighter and kissed her even more passionately.
As if her lips were magic, Wesley was unable to fight the urge. He couldn't even stop.
After a long while, he finally let go of her, panting. He rubbed her swollen lips with his rough finger. "Don't say that again, Blair. I've been hooked since you first kissed me. You kissed me once, I'd kiss you ten times. A hundred times!"
'Seriously? He used to be an idiot when it came to love.
But now, he's flirting with me. And doing a damn good job, too.'
"You…" Blair stammered.
"What?"
"Nothing…" 'Good job, Wesley! You always turn me around when I want to give up on you.'
"You should feel lucky we're not in the apartment. Blair, I'm not a nice guy. Piss me off again, and I'll bring you back to the apartment. Then…" His eyes reflected a mischievous side she rarely saw.
Blair took a step back and asked, "Then what?"
Wesley gave her a smug smile and answered, "I'll make love to you so much you won't be able to leave the bed for three days." He had long wanted to do this. But his logic always stopped him.
Blair's face was now as red as a tomato.
