Three

Julian's POV

" I am not doing it, Aunt Margot," I adamantly refused as we walked into my home, it was already a few minutes past 5pm, and all I can think about now is a shower, dinner, and sleep but my beloved godmother has decided to be a thorn in my flesh. For the past two weeks, she has been going on and on about this girl she wanted me to meet. She wouldn't stop singing her praises and comparing her to Izzy, which is part of the reason I do not want to agree to do this; she shouldn't be comparing Izzy to anyone.

"I am not asking, Julian," She replied in a serious tone. Why wouldn't she just drop it?

"You are trying to force a 32-year-old man to go on a date he isn't even interested in? A blind one at that," I stated, stopping in my tracks

"Yes, that is exactly what I am doing, and he doesn't have an option,"  She responded with a knowing smile on her face, but her tone left no room for argument.

"You are 32 already, Julian. If you don't want a wife, I want one for you, and this is your chance; you will never know if you don't try."

"So you are trying to say that magically a lady you picked out yourself for me will turn out to be the wife I couldn't get for myself?" I questioned with raised eyebrows, I know she means well for me, but sometimes I really wish she would just stay out of my business.

"You cannot know till you try," she shrugged.

"And if I don't like her and she isn't even my type in any way?" I asked.

"Would definitely be better than Izzy," She muttered under her breath.

"Aunt Margot," I called out, not so shocked. She has never liked Isadora from the first day we became friends in preschool. She always refers to her as her father's spoiled princess, which I do not agree with. Isadora has her flaws, but that doesn't make her a bad person.

"First of all, we both know Izzy and I do not have a romantic relationship; we are just friends, really close friends."

''Tell that to her," Mags muttered, making me roll my eyes.

"Secondly, I will really appreciate it if you stop comparing Izzy with a woman we both don't know," I added.

"You mean a woman you don't know cause I have known Sienna since she was just a child although she isn't really familiar with me but her Mum is my really close friend" She responded, the name hitting hard as I remembered the last woman I had met that had that name, Sienna Blake. Gold-digging girlfriend of Damon Cross, the only man who had ever stolen from me and almost got away with it. He was lucky, he only got house arrest, a compulsory mandate to pay back all he had previously taken with interest, and a restraining order; it could have been worse. She was always clinging to him like a second skin, fawning over everything he did like he was so amazing; she was probably the one who pushed him into stealing from me just to support her lifestyle.

"And with everything I know about her, she is going to be a perfect match for you," She added, smiling from ear to ear.

"But..." I wanted to oppose, but she caught me off immediately.

"Before you try to decline once again, I am willing to give you details about her and then maybe a picture if that will make things better." She asked, already pulling her phone out from her purse.

"It is supposed to be a blind date," I stated, which I am sure she knew already.

"I know, but a picture and a few necessary details about her will not change much; it would even help you tonight when you meet her."

"Tonight?" I repeated.

"Oh yes, it's tonight and you only have two hours to get ready," She responded, laughing lightly.

"I am not going on a date with a woman I don't know and with no time to even get ready," I refused.

"I am sure you don't mean that," She clicked, walking past, swinging her purse.

"I will be in my room, let me know before you leave, okay, and you better not keep the young lady waiting' She said in a sing-song voice as she got to the stairs, the amusement in her voice infuriating. She knew deep down I couldn't deny her request, no matter how badly I wanted to, and she has always used her hold over me to her advantage. Margot Lane has been the only mother figure I have had for over twenty years now, since she left, and the only parent I have ever considered since I turned 18 and disowned the man I once called father.

"So much for a shower, dinner, and a good night's rest," I muttered under my breath, already texting my secretary to reschedule all my meetings before 9am tomorrow, I would have to sleep in.

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' Venue: I chose your restaurant at the heart of the city, just so you will be more comfortable, and luckily it is not so far away from her house in case you decide to drop her off

  Time: 7pm

  

This is all the information you need to know about her,

Name: Sienna Elise Blake

Age: 27

Occupation: Marketing executive at Oaklyn Marketing Group (OMG)

Here is her picture just as promised.

P.S.: Her mother said she hates to wait, so please be there on time. She might have a little attitude, but she will loosen up with time; she just needs to get comfortable. She doesn't handle strangers well, especially men.  Also, her mother said she doesn't  know your name, so do well to introduce yourself properly.'

Mag's message read, but my eyes stopped at her name, reading it over and over again, it can't be just a coincidence, right?

I quickly tapped on the picture, the face staring back at me confirming my suspicions. Damon couldn't get to me himself, and now he wants to use his girlfriend; this time, I wouldn't let him get away so easily. He will fully understand how I was able to build myself to this point without even one scandal of corruption or anything illegal. I will not fall prey to his schemes a second time, and for bringing Aunt Mag into this, they will have to pay dearly for it. My dear Aunt Mag has no idea what she has just done.

Sienna is going to regret ever agreeing to any of this once I am done with her; she wants money, I would give her even more. A taste of the life she can only have in her dreams, and take it away immediately, I get her exactly where I want her.

"Sienna Blake, hope you are prepared because I am about to take you for a long ride," I muttered to myself, smirking as I started my car heading for the restaurant.