"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
"And while we're on that topic. Michele kills and dies for that man. He's like a god to her" and to anyone else, too. Ethan was like an eclipse. It could not be ignored, no matter how dark it seemed."I can imagine why""He's handsome, hot, filthy rich and must have great sex. But it's not worth it, believe me""How do you know?" the woman tried not to look surprised, or even jealous, but failed. His expression of disgust was the first thing to be expressed."I read the news. He goes out with the most sought-after blondes in the country and then pretends to be friends, as if everyone doesn't know that he runs away from relationships."**The next day, Blair felt energized. I wouldn't need to work, as the final preparations for Fashion Week were up to the designers alone. He had arranged a lunch with Daliah and Drake, so he could introduce each other. For her, it was important that her friend knew the people who came into her life."Are you sure you don't want to open a wine?" Drake as
Feeling weak in her legs after receiving Ethan's response, feeling privileged by the attention of a man with his grandeur, Blair went down to the basement of her building. In the first garage, the various cars were lined up in an orderly manner.Due to the building's social standard, all vehicles carried a certain amount of elegance. It was expected for the place, as no one would think less of Vegas. However, among the sports cars and SUVs, one car caught his attention. It was parked a few meters from the elevators, straight to the floor's support pillar.The dark Lamborghini had the power to minimize everything around it, becoming the focus without much effort. The dark windows, the matte black paint and the wheels accompanying the entire black structure were the perfect closure to declare power.The woman walked slowly, looking at the car as Ethan opened its door. She was wearing ordinary clothes, light jeans and a thin-strap t-shirt. Despite her poorly produced clothing, Blair Coll
"I don't know if things can work this way. But, like I said, I have a commitment" the velvety and calm voice carried high levels of nervousness, even more so under the tourmaline blue of Ethan's eyes."And, like I said, you can cancel. Just one ride, Angel, and then you go back to the pedestal" the man walked to the opposite side of the car, to the passenger door. He opened it, waiting until Blair was willing to walk over.His thoughts were still on the femme fatale from a few nights before. The woman who came to him and dethroned him from her control. That night, at the club, Ethan realized that having Blair would go beyond desire. She was in charge, whether he liked it or not."I'm not on a pedestal..." she walked slowly towards the man. The subtle movement of her hips caused a sway that few women were capable of. And on top of that, her t-shirt revealed a significant amount of skin on her stomach."I'm just waiting for you to realize that you're not going to have me" Blair added.T