Only then did Ethan realize that Mariah would accompany him into the night. Because, after the moment with Blair, it would be difficult for him to notice the presence of any woman. It shone in his mind. There was no fair comparison.They headed outside, too. Outside the luxurious Baccarat, some cars lined up were waiting for guests, who were gradually leaving the event. Some reporters crowded around, in a failed attempt to get a photo or a statement from the model, or from the businessman at her side. Meanwhile, the New York police formed a human chain of protection to prevent reporters from inflicting on the guests' privacy. The only photographers who could have photos or statements of what happened were those who were already inside the hotel, before the attack.Ethan was next to Mariah when his security guard opened the limo door for them to enter, however, it wasn't her that the man was thinking about. Every cell in his body asked for the company that another man had. He barely re
Fashion Week had come to an end. Blair was in Las Vegas again the following week. And to say that many of her thoughts were still in New York would be an understatement.After a few phone calls, a few reports, and brief conversations, Spencer invited Blair to the department. There were details that would need to be discussed in person."And so he bought the company stock?" the inspector asked, leaning forward on his cluttered desk."Yes. The justification is that he wasn't ready to walk away completely and suddenly," the redhead reported.Blair stood across from Spencer in his cluttered office. She wore regular clothes; dark jeans, a hoodie, and practical sneakers; as much as possible to go unnoticed. At this point, being discovered would be like setting fire to the investigation."Some of the story is untrue," Blair mused."Why?" the inspector showed interest.- "He claims he wasn't ready to leave the track. However, when he took over the family business, he said it was time to take
"Yes," Blair replied, crossing her arms in front of her breasts to appear less helpless."If you were truly in love with Ethan, would you be able to give him away?"That question struck the woman. She didn't expect it to become an issue. Blair sighed slowly, and continued looking at Colton as she replied:"What matters is my work, not my love life""If your passion is an investigator, yes, it matters" he countered."I'll do whatever it takes. You should do the same""Let's start with the equipment. I'll get you headphones and gloves" Colton ignored the anger he felt upon hearing those words. He had to ignore it. And then the man walked away from Blair, leaving her alone for a few minutes.*The most luxurious cities in the United States were known for keeping busy lives and large amounts of money moving. It was no different in Las Vegas. The casinos, even on Monday mornings, were open to voracious customers. There was no time to be wasted in Vegas.Michele's agency was located in one
"Yes, your desire to grow. That's what you want, right?""In part, yes. I'm looking for financial independence, and I think this is the path, or something similar"The redhead's words weren't a complete lie. She wanted financial independence, however, this was not the reason she worked with Michele."I'll be very honest, Blair. I don't see relationships, I see business. Do you know what people say about women like me? They say we are self-serving, that we have no value and that we don't deserve respect""I think you've gotten over those rumors." Blair leaned towards her boss, somewhat intrigued by the conversation."I had to overcome it to move forward. The point is, people say bad things about ambitious women. But they shut up when those women reach the top.""Ordinary people are afraid of powerful people" Blair commented, and the little phrase captivated Michele. Coming from a young, seemingly inexperienced woman, those words seemed wise."I am a powerful woman and in front of me is
"Don't worry, I understand perfectly. But, still, I want to invite you to my cocktail party" the woman gestured for Ethan to sit down, but he preferred to remain standing."A cocktail?" his voice betrayed an interest that wasn't real."Yes, I always do them at the end of the season. I don't want to brag, but this season was celebratory"The woman analyzed her surroundings. The office was spacious and very well used. The panoramic windows left the room illuminated, which enhanced the colors on its walls. The way all the minute details were organized revealed her obsession."You did a good job, congratulations. A cocktail is the best way to celebrate, but I won't be there. Today is my last day in Las Vegas"The truth was, he didn't usually work in Vegas. Its real function was performed in New York. Ethan was in the city of sin solely for a sinfully beautiful redhead that he couldn't delete from his thoughts. He wanted to see Blair, but he knew he would have to see Michele first, out of
My mother was prettier than her sister, everyone knew that. In fact, she was the most beautiful woman anyone had seen in their life. I remember looking at her in the mirror and comparing our details, happy that I looked like that woman. After his death, I spent several years avoiding reflection because I was afraid of the feeling my own vision might trigger."Blair, my love. It's okay" and then, just then, I realize my eyes are watering.Mirtes walks towards me with the patience of a mother. Bloon was the woman who made me fly, but Mirtes was the woman who caught me when I fell. She hugs me and strokes my hair, reminding me that I still have someone,"It's okay, Blair. There's nothing to fear, I promise" this is what she told me every night, when I had a nightmare and couldn't deal with my demons."It's okay... I promise. I just didn't expect to deal with this today" I say."I'm sorry, Blair. I was the one who asked to see the photos" Drake closes the black leather album and sets it o
"Please, godmother, you don't need to filter what you're going to say. Just say it"She looks at Drake with big brown eyes. I always expect the worst, that's a fact, but I never stop fearing how bad the fall will be."It's about Jean. Jean Collins, your father"And there's the bad surprise I always wait for. I remain still, afraid that my movements might make the situation worse. Because, deep down, I still remember the days when I needed to hide and be quiet so he wouldn't find me. However, when that happened, he found my mother."He died?" I ask. I know I shouldn't, and I know I'm the worst person in the world for wanting her to confirm it."No, Blair. Jean is not dead. He is fine, very fine, better than any of us would assume.""How well?" my voice starts to crack."He produces films, Blair. Jean became a film director, and now he's making fame and money" Drake responds, realizing that Mirtes wouldn't be able to do so.So if I understand correctly, he left town when my mother was h
The man calmly analyzed the crack in the door. Within the space, he found exactly what he was looking for. Banks wishes he had more than one reason to lose his breath, but the redhead in his field of vision was the only one.Blair was leaning over, looking for documents on the top shelf of the closet. His back was in perfect decline, literally the descent into hell. The heels adorning her feet were a detail that highlighted her legs and sensualized her position. Her hair was loose, falling to the sides of her face and preventing her from seeing the man in the doorway. It also prevented Ethan from seeing her face.Whether through physical or mental attraction, the man was losing track of what was logical. Leaving part of his work just to stay in the same city as a woman was certainly something he didn't consider right. However, after the kiss that stole half of his vitality, Ethan realized that nothing would be more right than having her.The meeting of eyes happened when Blair felt Ba