Married To My Blackmailer

"Marry me, and I will permanently delete your sex tape," Jay said, his voice husky yet calm.

"What?" Bianca and Ice exclaimed unanimously.

"She would do no such thing!" Ice blurted, shoving Bianca behind her.

"Of course she will," Jay smiled, but his eyes were still cold, staring at Bianca.

"Common Jay! I paid you to delete that video a long time ago," Bianca finally found her words.

"If we would be arguing about this over again then you would leave me with no choice, Bianca," he said, pulling out his phone.

"No! No!" She rushed towards him. She can't risk her sex tape going viral on social media. She has a career to keep up, a contract to bag and most importantly, a marriage to protect; although Ice is openly against the latter due to Noah's recent attitude.

"Ready?" He stretched out his hand to her.

"You must be out of your mind, Jay or whatever you call yourself. Do you realize that she's someone's wife?"

"And what difference would that make?" Jay snapped. He needed to get married so he could attend a business conference his mom forced him to. He tried calling his girlfriend, Sophia, who was in his home country, but she insisted he sent a jet, which was one of the things his mum hindered his access to. Now he has found Bianca, a model who he had made a sex tape of three years ago; he decided to use what he has... what he had rather, to get what he needed.

"Why her?" Ice glared at him. "Why Bianca?"

"Because I'm doing her a favour," he glared.

"How about you take your favour elsewhere and..."

"Ice, please," Bianca interrupted, pulling Ice away from Jay. "I can handle this. Just go home."

"Fine," Ice blurted after a long stare at Jay, who seemed more attentive to the roaming crowd than to the two women. "Just keep me updated," she added, brushing Bianca's stray hair back with her palm.

"I will, babes," Bianca nodded.

"Our ride is here," Jay said, holding out his arm to Bianca, who reluctantly took it, and both of them disappeared into the crowd.

They left the airport for the court, where a lawyer drafted out a two-month marriage contract for them as well as a marriage certificate that they both signed. As they stepped out of the court premises, Jay dialled Mrs Evan's number; he had to inform her that he was now married so he could get access to his assets.

"Hi Mom, I'm married," Jay announced into the phone while staring at the marriage certificate he held in his other hand.

"I did not see any grand wedding of yours in the news," she replied from the other end.

"I can't conduct a grand wedding without money, Mom."

"I'll give you access to two percent of your assets."

"And what am I supposed to do with that?"

"A wedding. But not to worry, you'll be getting ten per cent after every successful week of your marriage."

As Jay continued with the call, Bianca's eyes twitched from the rays of sunlight that raged them. She wished for a pair of sunglasses, but her mind raced with how she would tell her beloved husband that she was now married to another man. "No, I won't tell Noah," she thought. After all, her marriage to Jay will only last for two months, after which they part ways, and her life will hopefully become normal again.

"Finally," Jay interrupted her thoughts.

"I can go home now, right?" she asked, which sounded more like a statement.

"Yeah, but we have a meeting to attend this evening," he replied while typing away on his phone.

"Okay," she said, walking away with her arms wrapped over her chest.

"Bianca," he called out, and she instinctively turned to him. "Don't think I have anything to lose if you decide not to show up."

"Just delete it already," she pouted, rolling her eyes in disgust.

He walked over to her with a blank stare, leaned towards her ears and whispered, "I will Love." She stepped out of his reach, and he lifted his gaze to meet hers. "You just have to prove that you won't breach this," he added, lifting the marriage contract papers in the air before walking away, leaving her to book her ride home.

Minutes later, she was back to her sweet and quiet home; that's if Noah wasn't banging another lady upstairs.

"Welcome home, sweetie," Noah cheered as Bianca pushed open the door, but his smile melted into a grimace the moment he looked up and saw Bianca. "You? Why didn't you tell me you were coming?"

"My love," she usually called him, her eyes roaming the room, which was decorated with balloons and flowers in a romantic setting, reminding her of two years ago when Noah asked her to marry him. "This is beautiful," she added.

"Obviously. It's not for you, though," he descended onto the couch. "You know, I'm still learning how to be a soft and sweet husband."

"My love, I think we should go about this issue another way, instead of experimenting with other women."

The door creaked open, and they both turned to see a blonde-haired lady with an hourglass figure walking into the living room.

"Hey, baby!" Noah smiled as he stood from the couch and approached her.

"Oh my gosh!" she exclaimed as she looked around the room. "You never get tired of doing this, do you?"

The lady smiled as Noah wrapped his arms around her waist, and they shared a kiss. Bianca wanted to excuse herself but was held back by her curiosity... maybe jealousy. She leaned on the couch, listening to them while her heart raced.

"I'll never get tired of loving you," Noah teased and kissed the lady's forehead, something he had refused to do to Bianca for over a year.

"Hold on a second, babe," the lady gently pulled away from Noah's embrace as she noticed Bianca. "You invited a superstar to welcome me, too?" She stared at Bianca, her eyes cringing with a smile.

If only Noah hadn't hidden all their wedding portraits, the lady would have known that Bianca was his wife.

"Oh, what can I say? She's the one who did the decorations, though." Bianca swallowed, at least he didn't say she was the cleaner this time. "I was about to pay her before you stepped in."

"Such a talent!" She ran over to Bianca and hugged her tightly. "The designs are nothing compared to your beauty, Bianca," she said as she finally let go of Bianca, who had lost her words.

Since Noah has always been bringing his women home, this was the first one who recognized her. Maybe that was because she still had her makeup on.

"Oh my goodness! I can't believe this. I finally met Bianca, the model queen! I need to take a selfie!" The lady giggled as she reached for her phone in her bag but Noah stopped her.

"Honey," Noah slid behind the lady, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Why don't you go upstairs while I take care of a little business? I'll be with you in a minute."

"But it's only a picture and she doesn't mind?"

"How about I arrange for a proper meeting for you both? Maybe a hangout or something?"

"You'll do that for me?"

"Sure. Bianca and I aren't just business partners; we're friends, and she wouldn't mind at all."

"Alright, baby. I'll be upstairs. Don't keep me waiting," the lady headed upstairs.

"There could be another way, my love," Bianca said in a lowered voice as she moved towards Noah. "This method is hurting me so much, I couldn't even breathe!"

His eyes narrowed at her.

"You know I have a visitor, right? Not just anyone_someone who knows you. What do you think would happen if she sees you begging a man like this?"

"You're not just any man, Noah," her voice rose. "You're my..." He threw a slap across her face, cutting her shut.