Home to the most acclaimed films in the world of cinema, the city of angels was more an environment for pretense and acting than for pleasure. The places, however luxurious and elegant, did not exude money like Vegas. And nor should they. For Los Angeles, the legacy of Hollywood was enough.The events were also a suitable moment to reaffirm ties of influence and show the world that, beyond money, the guests had connections. It was a confidential agreement among American stars: to be on top and help those who were on top to stay on top.In the back of the limousine, Jean, Drake and Blair waited outside the Roosevelt. One of the most famous hotels among red carpet stars. Initially, it was just going to be a dinner for the cast that made up the film, but it ended up becoming the reason for a small crowd of photographers.- "You're quite famous" Drake smiled at Jean.- "It seems so" the older man looked outside, seeing all those people idolizing his name.In contrast to her happiness, Bla
- "Her name has become a household name among the stars. Some bet that she will return to anonymity, but surely, after her appearance in the scarlet dress, the world will not forget her overnight." Blair took a deep breath. It wasn't the end of the world, she knew that, but it meant that her relationship with her father had been exposed. Before that, she had been avoiding phone calls and denying Jean's advances. She didn't want to be his daughter. She thought that accepting a rapprochement would be indifferent. At that moment, her life had changed. The redhead could not hide again, seeking refuge in the depths of ignorance. "Excuse me," she asked before standing up. Then, the redhead walked gracefully away from the table, avoiding any survey that could be made. It didn't take long for her to find the bathroom, and made that place her temporary hiding place. Just like the ballroom, the environment was exquisite. A few events, expensive clothes, a millionaire's life for a few months. Th
"I want you" the man's words were like the roar of an engine. His fingers slid to the woman's voluminous lips, and the desire he felt for them felt like an electrical discharge.He was used to being attracted to the beauties he knew, and he always got what he wanted from them. With Blair, however, he wanted so many things that he could barely think of what to do first. And, he knew, she was committed from the first moment. His control never failed, and that redhead was a territory marked for several days.Ever since he saw her open the bedroom door, interrupting his plans with the Norwegian model, then fleeing to the elevator... Ethan simply knew that Blair needed to be his. There were very few seconds between the moment he saw the glimpse of the red dress at the door and the moment he decided to check if that silhouette was as designed as he had thought."Tell me what you want" he murmured. The low tone of voice didn't let her fool her; it was an order.The man was used to dealing wi
"It won't happen again" she looked into Drake's eyes to assure him of that.The woman prepared to say something more, seeing doubt creep across Drake's face, but was interrupted by a hoarse voice behind her."Mr. Collins"Jean immediately looked at the man behind her daughter. That tone, calm as the sea, hid a devastating storm. Simple words sounded like a command in Ethan's tone."Mr. Banks, it's an honor to be here" Collins stood up and extended his hand to Banks, who accepted it with a firm shake."It's an honor to have you here"At that moment, a supposed truth dawned on Blair. Ethan was the evening's host, and had approached her by calling her the "lady in red." That was how she looked the first time she saw him, like a unique possessor of the scarlet hue. It was likely that all of this had been set up so that he would see her again. It would be understandable for someone of Banks' stature to move heaven and earth to get what he wanted.Despite feeling a lump in her throat at the
"That wasn't kind" she pointed out."You would love to be a victim now" his thoughts turned to the moment when the long fingers were around the woman's throat, pressing hard enough to make her gasp.He wasn't sure what was making Blair hesitate. For him, it was too simple to take control and wait for the other party to surrender. However, Ethan had one certainty in life; he would not accept a refusal.Seeing the redhead's scared and affected expression, the man decided that he would need a foolproof approach. She wouldn't give in in public, not easily. They would need a private environment, where the connection shouts loudly and drowns out other issues."This isn't my rhythm" finally, was what Blair managed to say.Ethan could sense a certain danger in that woman. Not the overwhelming, immediate kind of danger, but rather the slow, fatal kind. It would be like a snake; he would deceive with a hug, and end up strangling the bones."That's the rhythm I'm going to put you in, principessa
"Blair Collins" she murmured in a soft voice when she answered, ready for whatever it was.The woman, despite her young age, had developed an enviable ability to overcome obstacles. I was always keeping expectations low."Hello, Miss Collins. I'm Spencer Davis, but you should know. I called to pass on some information. Are you available?""Yes" Blair replied.It had been a few days since Spencer hadn't been in touch. He said she would not need to attend the department, just the events. In parts, the redhead felt like a spy, as if she were infiltrated among those wealthy people, collecting and storing information."By now, you must have met a member of the Banks family again.""Yes" she replied, hiding the way she found the family member."Well, I like taking notes, even if they seem minimal. I ask you to do this, and report everything that your eyes see""Right""I have news, Blair. We can't take any risks in this part of the investigation, so I got you a job""A problem..." she repea
"Good morning, Blair. We have more work here than we can handle" Daliah, with all her exemplary politeness, murmured. Despite having reasons to lose her temper and let her bad mood lead, the woman never expressed this type of behavior. He was too professional for that."What happened?" Blair found herself surprised by the model's upset at what should have been the best moment of her life."Carolina has gained a few pounds since the last fitting. Now the dress needs adjustments" Daliah explained."What's wrong with making adjustments?""Are you kidding me? If the designer refuses to adjust the piece, I'm out"Blair looked at the skinny body of the brunette in front of her. It looked like the embodiment of a doll. Those words seemed sick to her, but she refused to delve deeper into the subject. That wasn't his job."Well, I don't understand, but don't get neurotic""You're right. You don't understand" Carolina raised her eyebrows and, seeing that Blair's expression didn't change, she tu
Blair sighed, letting the absolute truth sink in. It was difficult to think of his life as something public, where everyone felt entitled to know in depth. Her past was too dark for others to know, and the way they were approaching scared her.However, she shook off the claustrophobic feeling and walked with the coffee to her boss's office. At the door, low voices could be heard having a casual conversation. She knocked on the door and entered only after receiving authorization.And amidst the exaggerated luxury, there was Michele Brian's office. His space was like the representation of what is best in the professional environment; the solid wood table, the large windows overlooking the skyscrapers, the light marble floor, the padded armchairs, the discreet chandelier, the walls painted in watercolor colors.The woman opened the door and, for a second, thought she had entered paradise. His eyes focused on the man in black so quickly that they seemed programmed to do so.When she came