She had bought the clothes for him. But when she saw him holding two women, she threw the clothes in a nearby trash bin.

“Why is he wearing them? Did he fish them out of the trash can?‘

No matter. Blair didn't care to hear his answer. She kept searching for her phone in her purse while trying to walk past him.

But he stepped in her path. She tried to move around him, but to no avail.

It was rush hour, and Wesley had attracted the curious eyes of many of her coworkers. Losing her patience, she raised her head and asked in a cold voice, "What?"

Wesley just stood there.

“Just spill it," she said, rapidly losing her cool.

“Follow me." He grabbed her wrist and led her to his car.

"I'm busy. You have something to say, just tell me." Blair shook his hand off.

“I'm taking you to see someone." Wesley pressed his lips into a thin line of determination.

"You have to come with me," he added.

“What if I don't?" Blair asked in return.

"Then I'LL take you there anyway."

Blair was shocked into silence. ‘Again? Does he know what boundaries are?’ she thought angrily.

“If you do that, I'll never forgive you,” she threatened.

“Like you're not mad at me now," Wesley mocked.

He scooped her up in his arms, put her in the passenger seat and strapped her in.

Blair just played on her phone the entire trip. She didn't utter a single word to Wesley, pretending he didn't exist at all.

They finally arrived at the Orchid Private Club.

Wesley pushed the door to Room 888 open. Several people were seated on the couch as a man stood aside, his eyes glued to the floor.

Before Blair could figure out who the man was, the people seated began to greet her.

“Hi Blair!" It was Damon.

“Blair, you are finally here!" Colleen welcomed her as she got up and went towards her.

Curtis nodded at Blair as a greeting.

Blair was perplexed. ‘Why did Wesley bring me here?’ She shrugged off her question and started to greet Wesley's friends one by one.