- "What happened?" she asked.- "I want to ask you a question," Ethan replied.He felt uncomfortable that Blair could pick up on his mood swings. The man was usually so expressive with her that she didn't realize when he wasn't in his natural state of indifference.- "Okay"- "Who is Davis?"Blair didn't need to think about the question at hand. It was simple. David was her first boyfriend, but he was also her first friend. For many years, he was her only friend. She regretted dating David, because she didn't want to hurt him when she ran away.- "My first boyfriend" she answered sincerely.- "Your first guy?" was the first question he could formulate.Ethan wasn't backward enough to feel jealous, at least that's what he thought. He didn't consider himself a man capable of feeling afraid of losing someone. That's because he'd never had anyone important enough to do so. However, at that moment, by the way his heart was heavy, Banks understood that that answer would bother him.- "Yes,"
- "I can invite Ethan into a conversation. Maybe I can use this information to form a bluff."- "But we still have a problem," Colton rambled.- "Which?"- "What really worries me, Spencer, is what Rivera said before he died."The agent remembered something that had never left his mind. Blair had visited Rivera, then Volkov had visited Rivera. And while Olivia was being suffocated, there was no guarantee that Rivera had not told her everything he knew.- "What do you mean?"- "What if he talked about the woman who picked up the watch?"*Blair walked down the office hallway until she reached the last room, her boss's office. The day in Las Vegas was beautiful, which contributed greatly to the redhead's mood. However, what brightened her morning the most was the memory of Ethan. Him in his bathroom, using his soap and getting to know his products. Him sipping a cup of coffee while reading a message on his cell phone. Him opening the car door for her to get in.She knocked twice on Mich
- "Because I tried to subtly warn you, but you didn't notice." Michele reached out and touched Blair's fingers, as if she was trying to bring comfort to someone she held in high esteem.- "If the Banks family is dangerous, I want to know why," Blair prompted, pulling her hand away from the other woman's reach.- "I can't say," the boss whispered.The redhead knew that Michele was hiding many secrets about the Benedict case. Maybe because she wanted to protect her late husband's image. Maybe because she was under threat.Blair slowly got up from her chair. Her whole body wanted to leave Michele's office and think calmly. All this information meant a lot. Blair knew there were secrets Ethan wouldn't tell her, but she didn't have the courage to accuse him. Maybe her father, George Banks, was a bad person, but Ethan...- "Is he too loyal to seem like a predator?" Michele also stood up as she spoke.- "I need to think. I don't know yet."Blair walked to the door, certain that this conversa
- "Go, go, go!" other men in white clothes pass me. They are running, and enter the room where mom is.She's going to be okay. I asked God to make her well so we can go home and make chocolate cake. Mommy loves chocolate. I want to see my mother. When she sees me, she'll remember that she has to put me to bed before ten o'clock. I hope she doesn't get mad at me for staying up so late, but it's not my fault. It's the doctors' fault for not getting her better soon.- "We're losing her" someone shouts, and I don't know who.- "Not on my watch. Continue with the CPR."I hear a lot of noises coming from Mommy's room. The doctors are loud, but I know they are taking care of her. Mommy is strong too, and she won't cry when she has to get a shot.I walk to the room, because I know they left the door open and I will be able to see her.- "She's not reacting" a girl says.- "Get the defibrillator ready"I don't know what a defibrillator is, it's something only doctors understand. They are very
She herself didn't understand her reaction, as it wasn't the first time she had seen Dora. The truth was that her nervousness came from the fact that it was the first time she had seen her as Ethan's mother, and a possible mother-in-law.Ethan could feel the discomfort in the woman beside him. He had seen her in many relaxed moments to know that this was not one of them. The man rested a hand on the base of Blair's spine, which did little to help her, only taking her nervousness to another zone.- "It's okay, dear. I can show you around the house while dinner is being prepared," Dora suggested.- "Sure, please. I would love to."- "Where's George?" Ethan asked.He had been standing on the helipad for a good few minutes, waiting for the helicopter to arrive. He said it was standard procedure, necessary to make sure nothing went wrong. But deep down, Ethan knew it was just because he couldn't stand the anticipation.- "In the office, dear."- "Okay. Will you be okay with Dorothy?" he tu
Ethan tucked a strand of her red hair behind Blair's ear, just to reveal more of her face. Her blue eyes shone like a starry sky, with feelings that a look could not hide. At that moment, the man was sure that she saw his soul. He lowered his eyes to her lips. It was better to be attracted than shot, even though both messed with his structure.The man gave Blair a subtle kiss, but didn't deepen it. He couldn't resist her taste, but he didn't want to make a scene in his parents' house. The redhead, in turn, wrapped the black strands of Ethan's hair around her fingers and pulled him towards her. He didn't resist. He couldn't resist. He didn't want to resist.The desire that hit them was stratospheric. Ethan returned the kiss in the same proportion. His hands grabbed the woman's silhouette, and all they could feel was excitement, like a kind of preservative that would not let them go. Every inch of her skin was inviting to the touch of his hands, and his mouth drew Blair's lips as if it
- "You don't have to talk, Angel." Ethan realized how painful that confession was. The price to open up his life was too high, and he wouldn't judge Blair if she wasn't willing to pay it, because he wasn't.- "I ran away to New York. I didn't have the money to support myself, and maybe that explains the apartment in Brooklyn. When Drake lost his job, my ex-boyfriend cheated on me with a college friend and I didn't see any other option, so I agreed to go to Las Vegas" Blair decided to continue.She couldn’t look Ethan in the eye as she spoke. Partly because there was so much of the story she chose to keep hidden. There were parts of her life she would take to her grave.- "Fuck, I couldn't imagine. I'm sorry" the man didn't know what to do other than to regret.Ethan took advantage of the proximity to hug Blair. She couldn't resist, and made his arms her refuge. What the woman didn't realize was that she was doing more good for him than for herself. That conversation was all that was n
And noticing Dora's choked voice, Blair gave up on listening to the other people's conversation. It wasn't just an investigation, it was the personal lives of these people.The redhead returned to her room, her mind feeling heavy with too much information. For the first time, Michele was beginning to gain credibility in her mind.- "I'm leaving. It's best for everyone," Ethan said, getting tired of the endless argument with his father. They would never find a middle ground.- "Son, please wait until dawn," Dora asked, clasping her hands together in a sign of supplication.Ethan left his father's office feeling a weight of tons on his shoulders, ignoring his mother's request. He was walking down the hallway, back to the room where he had left Blair, but he could hear the matriarch's last words:- "I hate to see what we did to him"If the man said he felt remorse, it would be an understatement. What he felt was more bitter. Ethan didn't look back, he never looked back. The man walked to