Bab 5: Hunter Quinn
Blake stepped out of the hotel, a smug grin spreading across his face as he replayed Delilah's reaction in his mind. Her wide eyes and the way she stammered, completely thrown off guard, had been priceless.
He chuckled to himself, thoroughly amused by how perfectly his plan was unfolding. Each step away from the hotel felt like a victory march, his laughter echoing softly in the air.
The more he recalled Delilah's confused expressions, the harder he laughed, delighted with himself for his excellent performance.
As he disappeared from view, a sleek, black luxury car which had been following him from a reasonable distance since he left the hotel, rolled up to the curb. The tinted windows gleamed under the sun, exuding an air of great wealth.
The door swung open, and Blake slid inside, immediately greeted by the plush, leather seats. He glanced at his best friend, Damon, who sat with a knowing smirk on his face.
The driver, dressed in a crisp uniform, gave a polite nod through the rearview mirror.
"What took you so long, Hunter, or should I call you Blake?" Damon drawled, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
Hunter couldn't suppress his laughter. "You wouldn't believe it, man. You should have seen the look on her face."
Damon's smirk widened, and he leaned forward, eager for details. "So, it worked then?"
"Better than I imagined," Hunter said, shaking his head in delight. "She was completely blindsided. I told her we were married, and you should have seen her trying to piece it all together. She has no clue what hit her. You needed to see her face when I said I was jobless and she paid for everything. I thought she was going to pass out," Hunter said laughing hard.
Damon burst into laughter, the sound filling the car. "Oh man, I wish I could have been there. Tell me everything."
Hunter settled back into his seat, relishing the moment. "Well, first, she was all indignant, trying to act like she had the upper hand. But then, when I showed her the marriage certificate, she just froze. She kept asking questions, trying to make sense of it. It was priceless."
"I'm surprised she didn't kick you out sooner," Damon said and Hunter grinned.
"I'm sure she would have if she thought she could. She even offered to pay me off," he said with an amused laugh.
"Pay off Hunter Quinn? How much does she have?" Damon asked with a laugh of his own as he wiped a tear from his eyes.
"She's cute. Really cute." Hunter said with a shake of his head.
"So, how did you resolve things with her? What is your plan? Did she agree to stay married to a broke ass Bloke? Sorry, Blake," Damon said with a grin and Hunter chuckled.
"We reached some sort of agreement, but I'm sure she's going to try to come up with some way to throw me out. I can't wait to see what's she going to do next," Hunter said before telling Damon about his agreement with Delilah.
"Hm. So, what are you going to do now that the first stage of your plan worked? Go on with your plan and move in with her?"
Hunter's eyes gleamed with mischief. "Absolutely. It's all part of the plan. I want to see how far she will go, how she will try to wriggle out of this one. Besides, it will be fun to keep her on her toes."
"Although I'm enjoying this, but we both know you can't be away from work for six months just to play this really fun game with her," Damon pointed out.
"I have no intention of staying away from work. Besides, she works too, so she won't be home to monitor me. Don't worry about that. I have it all figured out. I have a plan," Hunter said and Damon grinned.
"I'm sure you do. You're a genius after all. This is going to be entertaining." Damon nodded approvingly.
"I intend to see this plan through to the end," Hunter said, and then leaned forward, addressing the driver. "Take us somewhere I can get cheap clothes. I need to get some more clothes."
The driver gave a small nod and adjusted the car's course. As they drove, Hunter pulled out his phone and dialed his personal assistant, Fred.
"Fred, I need you to meet me at my house in two hours. I have an assignment for you."
"Of course, sir," Fred replied promptly. "I'll be there."
The car cruised through the city, finally stopping at a modest clothing store in a less affluent part of town.
Hunter stepped out, and he quickly grabbed a few items— jeans, plain shirts, and a pair of sneakers. He paid in cash, not wanting to leave any trace of his presence there.
"You're really doing this. This is hilariously crazy," Damon said with a chuckle as Hunter returned to the car.
"What is crazy is her thinking I'm like one of those brainless fools who fell into her trap," Hunter said and Damon snorted.
"Don't be so arrogant, Hunter. You never can tell. You might have fallen into her trap like one of those brainless fools you're referring to, had you not been keeping your eyes on her in the first place," Damon pointed out.
"I am Hunter Quinn. I am a predator. A hunter. I am no one's prey," Hunter said with an arrogant smirk, and Damon laughed.
"You were named Hunter for a reason, after all," he said, and Hunter chuckled.
"You get it," Hunter said as he shook hands with him, while the driver smiled to himself as he listened to both men.
It was always nice to see the formidable Hunter Quinn laughing and chatting this way, and it only happened when he was in the company of his childhood best friend, Damon Williams.
As though reading his thoughts, Hunter met the driver's gaze in the mirror, "No word of this to my grandmother or anyone else for that matter," he warned, and the driver gave him a nod once again.
"Take me home."
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