The redhead looked at the blonde one last time, aware that this was a one-night stand. She smiled at Ethan, the devilish smile that would teach hell a lesson. With deliberately sensual steps, just on a whim, she glided across the dance floor, carrying with her longing glances. It was easy to capture attention. The ponytail swaying from side to side was charming as Blair headed up the stairs with the confidence of someone who knew what she wanted.The objective was understood by Ethan. Blair was being such a fatal woman that everyone else seemed to be a disappointment next to her. His sensuality hit those people like a freight train, including him. She knew she wasn't acting the right way, but she didn't care about moral principles. Not a lot.And when the redhead arrived at the stairs, the security guard immediately allowed her passage. I had orders to do so. But despite that, anyone would do anything those red lips asked. Her bloodthirsty heels touched the steps slowly, aware that Et
"You know this guy's story, but you didn't live it like I did. Don't ask me to accept all this shit as if I had no option" she began, feeling her strength leaving with each word. In his heart, the father's approach and the release of forgiveness meant different things."You fucked up my life. You made a point of taking everything from me, even the will to live. There is no forgiveness in the world that can overcome that" Blair looked directly at Jean, shooting the words at him as if they were gunshots.For a split second, she forgot everything. He forgot that he needed to be on good terms with his father for Spencer's investigation to continue. He forgot that Jean paid for his luxurious life. And he forgot that he had agreed to give her a chance. Blair just let her anger spill out."Enjoy the rest of the night" with that said, she walked back to her room.Blair Collins would never allow her father to see her tears, not again. She could hear him sobbing, unable to move from the spot wi
Martins is a mature woman, with some expression marks on her thin face. She's not the type to do cosmetic procedures to feel better, she just takes care of herself. Her dark hair is always tied in a formal bun, it's her trademark."On Friday, my boss called me into his office and asked me to open two buttons on my shirt. Because, according to him, the weather was very hot"I am constantly harassed by the man who pays my salary. I always act like I'm too stupid to understand jokes with double meanings. But deep down, I understand and feel disgusted with them. I'm afraid of being alone with men like him. I'm afraid of the police who look at me with malice. I'm afraid of coming home too late. Josh, my boss, is just another man who came into my life and planted trauma in me. However, it is certainly not the last."I worked late on the weekend. And this guy asked me out. He drives a fancy car, so he thought I would never refuse. But in the end, I refused. He called me a stupid bitch, and i
"Girl, I know I made a mistake with you. I didn't think straight..." Drake paused."I want the best for you, and that's all. I can't see you in fear forever, that ruins me. But I respect you, and I will accept your decision" he stopped again, hoping she would open the door."Tomorrow I'm going to look for other apartments. It's not fair for us to stay here, not when you can't stand the guy"Drake and Blair had been living in the apartment near the Strip for a little over two months. The million-dollar property was paid for by Jean, in an attempt to alleviate the damage to her daughter's life. Blair accepted because he valued his best friend's comfort. And at that moment, she knew she could no longer stay away from her father. Since accepting to work with Spencer, his personal and professional life have become one.However, for Jean, that was the beginning of what needed to be done before the woman considered paternity again, and he was willing to give his life for it. He was an import
The woman would be delighted with the idea of having friends, going out drinking and dancing, living in a nice place with her friend and being able to enjoy a normal life. No negligent and abusive parents, no harassing bosses and misogynistic men, no financial difficulties and, above all, no lies.Blair was in a trance, looking up and imagining thousands of chances. There was no reason to sabotage yourself again.And as she thought about a likely, and perhaps inevitable, future, she felt a hand close around her wrist and pull her back. The woman needed a second to snap out of her thoughts and return to the real world, realizing that a man was pulling her towards him."I just want to talk" he almost shouted. His tone of voice seemed altered, out of character.She didn't know how to react, she was still trying to assimilate the situation. The man, taller and with many more pounds, continued to pull. His eyes were red and his clothes were shabby, like a homeless person.The woman felt pa
The doors opened, and she entered unaccompanied. Her body missed Ethan's presence faster than she thought was right. It was as if he wanted to spend his entire life by his side, when, in reality, he only needed to spend a few seconds.At that moment, it was difficult to keep my mind focused on Spencer's investigation. Ethan was more ingrained in Blair's mind than she thought possible, and she realized the real danger behind his attraction. There was not only the risk of being interested, but also the risk of getting hurt.*That morning, the hours were long and peaceful. Drake attempted a rapprochement based on the one thing they were good at; to talk. But Blair was distant, overwhelmed.The woman's past was a vast sequence of disasters, and it had all started with Jean. She didn't talk about him, or about her mother, as she was struggling with the depressive thoughts that this subject provoked in her.Despite attempts to talk to her friend, Drake decided to give her space. He was alw
"Okay" she murmured, as if she was ending the conversation."I was hoping you would inform me about the meeting with Ethan Banks at the club the other day. But it seems to be personal" Spencer pondered, with a dose of teasing in his voice."You said I should get closer, and that's what I'm doing" Blair was quick to defend herself."I know you are""I'll be waiting for your next contact" the woman murmured, and then hung up.After the call ended, she threw herself back, throwing her body against the soft mattress. Blair didn't know to what extent she was getting involved with Ethan and not helping Spencer, and that worried her.However, overcome by an anxiety she couldn't explain, Blair created an Instagram account and thought about adding a photo. She didn't have many, and the ones she did have didn't seem right.Finally, the redhead decided that she would not post photos. Soon the whole world would be looking at your profile, making assumptions and posts that would hit home.HeyThan
In that moment, those words reaffirmed how much people loved Jean Collins for the person he seemed to be. The world loved his work. People were willing to write letters to him, to praise whatever he did. And, for Blair, it was a waste of time. Those people didn't really know him, they didn't know about his sins and the victims he made in the past."Different?" Drake leaned forward."They are threats. They follow a pattern, but they didn't take us anywhere. They have the same return address, the same handwriting and so on" Jean's personal security guard replied, realizing that his boss would not be able to deliver such information to his daughter."Holy shit" Drake sank his fingers into his brown hair, somewhat golden from the sun.For him, the greatest probability was that someone was trying to reach Jean through Blair."We cannot make false statements, but we have suspicions. Blair was a complete unknown, and now she appears as the daughter of a star. It is a shock in the film indust