He walked to the entrance hall to wait for the delivery. Meanwhile, Blair felt distrust creep into her skin. Working with Spencer meant a lot of things, including not trusting situations.The counter between the living room and kitchen allowed the woman to watch carefully as her friend opened the apartment door and received the flowers. It was a white arrangement of lilies."They're beautiful" Drake walked back to the kitchen, admiring the beauty and soft scent of the flowers.Despite not wanting to show any sign of weakness, the choice of flowers, whether intentional or not, was an emotional trigger for Blair. Lilies were the flowers she placed on her mother's tombstone every year."There's a card" Drake placed the arrangement on the table, close to her friend so she could pick it up.They were both surprised. It was not common to receive gifts on special days, even less on ordinary days. Blair removed the small card from among the flowers and read its contents.Everything that was s
Drake took a step closer to Blair. He wrapped an arm around her slim waist significantly, to show a clear sign of dominance. She was a few inches shorter, which gave them the ideal height to make a cute couple."Maybe a little more than that" using his charm, Drake replied. His hair was neatly combed back, taking the good boy out of the picture and giving way to the attractive model."They make a beautiful pair" Lana would like to say something more, but decided she wouldn't need to. Her smile of satisfaction and victory said a lot about why she had asked that question."We need to go, Lana. But it's always good to see you. See you later" Blair then said goodbye.They walked away, carrying with them the notion that this kind of thing was just an act. There were no feelings for anything other than friendship. But somewhere in the room, Ethan Banks didn't know about it. He watched Drake touch Blair like he owned her every night, and what he felt wasn't pleasant. He didn't know it was a
On the other side, in the hall, the noise was considerably loud. However, all the woman could hear was the rapid beat of her heart."Because I'm not going to be on your waiting list" he smiled sideways, not because he thought it was funny. For irony. The idea that it could be a second option was comical for someone like him."Just like I'm into you? Because, if I remember correctly, you're always with another woman"She lifted her chin, bringing their faces together in a dangerous way. Ethan was dangerous just because he was powerful. He did what he wanted, always, without restrictions. His habit of caring little about other people made him a predator. On the other hand, the way he was attracted to Blair made her an even greater danger. She was the one who could trap the predator."I've never denied how much I want to fuck you" he maintained closeness, ensuring that she could always look into his eyes.Blair grabbed the collar of Ethan's black shirt and pulled it towards her. With the
Mariah, the model next to her, studied Blair for a second. She was a beautiful woman by any standards, but perhaps not by Ethan's. He preferred blondes, and Mariah knew that; This would be your trump card.What Ethan felt for Drake matched what Blair felt for Mariah. And seeing her in that seat, she remembered what Lana said. That would be just another indifferent sex."Always a pleasure" Blair repeated.The woman felt a dose of shame when she remembered the moment she surrendered, freely and openly, because she knew he had already won the prize, all he had to do was take it. She looked at Ethan, fighting the butterflies in her stomach, but was disappointed to see that his hand was resting on Mariah's leg when he sat back down, not in a malicious way, but in an intimate way."Well, now let's go back to our table. See you later, Mr. Banks" Jean smiled before walking away.Blair, on the other hand, turned and walked to the table nimbly. Dealing with the sight of Ethan touching another w
That's what he called me when I was four years old, and then we would go to the square for walks and eat ice cream. Afterwards, I think he preferred alcohol to strawberry ice cream."Jean, please. If you have the slightest consideration for me, leave me alone" I ask, once and for all.After ten years of wandering the world as a purged soul, what could a father change?"I... I..." he seems to have no reaction, he certainly didn't expect me to answer."I have a million things to say, Blair. But I can't, not now. You wouldn't believe it""Not even""I have a proposal. And please think about it. I want to be something in your life, anything. I live in Las Vegas, come too. I can employ you, and then...""What?" the bitterness in my tone is so burning that I hear my voice sound louder than I would like. Does Jean simply look into the past and see rainbows?"I don't know you, Blair. I spent years looking for my only daughter, when she should have been by my side. I came back to Philadelphia,
"Do you remember the first time we met?" his tone of voice remains weak, but this time, his eyes shine with a few droplets of tears."Yes. I remember"We were in the same Accounting class at the Business School. He looked at me with admiration, as if I were the most beautiful woman in the world. Trevor tried to get closer, but I was on alert, defensive. I tried to escape his advances for a year, but he didn't give up. With a lot of effort on his part, we started to leave. I don't know exactly at what point we started to have something serious, but I also tried to get away from it."You barely looked at me, but that was all I could see" this sentence, as simple as it may seem, hurts me. I meant a lot to him, more than I deserved."And then he denied all my requests to go out with me. I was upset, but he was too enchanted to realize that he didn't want me""I was scared" I confess.I caress his face with my fingertips. Maybe I can still be a good girlfriend after all."You were and cont
NOW-DAYSNew York Fashion Week was an event highly acclaimed by the media. Outside the hall, the gathering of reporters was equivalent to a manifesto. That would be the penultimate day of the event, with illustrious participation from elders of the fashion world and former models.Mariah Donovan was on the catwalk, walking in a million-dollar dress from the brand she modeled for. The blonde was at the height of her career, and had a lot of talent at what she did. She glided across the light floor with the elegance and naturalness that many would love to have, but only she had.Ethan was in the lounge that night. Despite being the fourth day of the event, it was only the second he had attended. He hadn't seen Blair Collins in three days, on purpose, because he was determined to forget that he had ever wanted the redhead. Assuming he preferred blondes, it didn't make sense to be attracted to her. And besides, he wouldn't accept being in second place. The man's ego was bruised, perhaps l
The truth behind the question was understood by Ethan. He was an intelligent man. Mariah wanted to understand the level of closeness between them, she wanted to know if Blair would be a possible rival. Deep down, she knew she would need to work hard to be comparable to the redhead.- "Blair Collins? What would she do here?" Will was intrigued.He knew Blair lived in Vegas, so it wouldn't make sense for them to be in New York at the same time. And besides, according to his calculations, Blair should be passed.- "She was here during the event, she's probably here today too" Mariah shrugged.- "Wait. Who is Collins?" Mack was completely unaware of the matter.- "A friend of Ethan's" Will replied, but he didn't know for sure either.- "Just a friend? There's something wrong with her. Isn't she your type?"Everyone there, including Mack, knew Ethan's history with women. He was always accompanied by visually perfect ladies. Will just smiled at the question, remembering what Blair Collins l