- "I liked the flowers," I comment. I know Mirtes is happy when I compliment her. She thinks that somehow I'm getting better. Maybe I really am. Pretending better.- "That's nice, Blair. I like it when you wear pink."She buys me pink dresses, and pink shoes, and pink socks. Well, I realized that she has turned me into her own personal doll. I can't complain, since she keeps me in her house and feeds me. The least I can do is be grateful for all of this.- "I know" I start moving my hands, my good old habit. I do this when I'm starting to get nervous, just like now.- "It looks like it's going to rain today, so I decided to have the party in the living room, not in the garden. I hope you won't be upset."Mirtes walks closer to me. Too close. I really like her, but I don't know how close I can stand someone. It's like she's entering my comfort zone, like Jean used to do.- "Okay. I like the room."- "And I picked out a pretty dress for you to wear. It's pink," she smiles sweetly, and I
The first day after her night with Ethan, Blair could still smell his perfume lingering on her body. It was as if his scent was what she breathed in and out.By the second day, Blair was on the edge of madness. She felt the touch of his hands, his tongue. It was all so real that she could have sworn she was reliving that night. That blessed night.On the third day, she had to go back to work. No texts, no calls, no sign of life. Ethan was unavailable to her, and perhaps to the rest of the world as well. There was no news on social media or in the gossip pages. Ethan was back on top of the world, where no one could see him or reach him.During those days, Blair also had no news of Spencer. Since the unfriendly conversation at the police station, the inspector had not called again. This left the woman disoriented as to what to do next.Blair entered the agency where she worked, even though she was completely unwell. She greeted Claire, the receptionist, and remembered that this woman ha
The redhead's dress clung to her body. As she danced, the fabric threatened to reveal more than it should. Her entire anatomy was in sync; from her delicate hands to her well-defined legs. What she did was talented and pleasing to the eye. To say that the men around her desired her would be an understatement; they idolized her.- "I need water, babe. If any trouble comes your way, just tell them we're dating and everything will be fine," Drake shouted, so his voice could be heard over the music.- "Okay," she confirmed with a nod.It wasn't right that Blair needed to have a boyfriend in order to avoid being harassed. She should, in fact, be able to push men away simply because she didn't want to be around them. However, in the real world, things were worse than ideal.The redhead continued dancing when the music changed. It was slow, more sensual than the previous one, requiring calmer movements. At that moment, Blair gave way to the sensuality that was her by nature. The female voice
He opened the emergency door and stepped out into the cold Las Vegas night. The hot weather from the crowds made them sweat, but the cool breeze outside greeted them with refreshment. The door opened onto an alley, somewhat devoid of light, and only two cars were parked on the narrow street. The loud music could still be heard, but less loudly.- "Don't tell me this place is yours," Blair finally said, realizing that Ethan knew the emergency exit precisely.- "Okay, I don't say"- "The place is yours! I'm not surprised Daliah got the tickets," she accused.Ethan didn't deny it, he knew he wouldn't need it. It was true. If Daliah had received the invitations to be in that environment, on that date, it was because he had plans. All he had to do was count on a little luck.- "Stop projecting my life, you are not God" having the man's silence as an answer, Blair spoke again.- "That's not what I heard the other night." At that moment, the man's voice was a few levels deeper.The redhead s
Blair reread the letter more times than she could count. Several questions raced through her mind, but none of them had immediate answers. She walked quickly to the intercom, the letter still in her hands. Her heart was racing, her palms were sweating, and anxiety was slowly creeping to the surface. Blair called the front desk, and it wasn't long before she got through.- "Hi, I'm Blair Collins. I just got home and saw someone left a package for me. They're flowers. I'd like to know who sent them." She didn't wait until the girl on the other end of the line finished her professional catchphrase.- "Miss Collins, could you tell me the apartment code, please?"- "126"- "Well, I'm afraid no package has come through reception, not for this apartment. Perhaps someone with access to the apartment has given it to you as a gift," the receptionist suggested.- "Are... are you sure?"- "Yes, Miss Collins."Blair turned to the arrangement again, wondering who could have placed it in her home. T
Ethan placed both hands on the edge of the marble. With perfect synchronization, Blair parted her legs, making room for the man to position himself between them. At that moment, he felt like he should never have left that spot.He began to sink into Blair's body, sliding into her as if he were made to do so. It all happened in slow motion. Their eyes were fixed on each other; they reflected pure evil. Ethan stared at the woman as she moaned, then looked at himself through the reflection in the mirror.The man's lips traveled to Blair's throat, and she hugged him with arms and legs. He wanted to take every inch of her in his mouth, taste her skin and make her moan, knowing exactly what and how to do it. And, despite being in his comfort zone, Ethan held his breath every time Blair squeezed him.Each movement excited them more, bringing them to the precipice of pleasure several times. Their bodies had their own rhythm and their moans were synchronized. The desire they had to never stop
- "Inspector, you have already questioned me more times than the law allows, and you have never been able to prove that I am guilty. Do not abuse my good will in receiving you."- "What if I told you that I now have the means to prove your part in the crime?"- "I'd say you need to improve your lies"There was a knock on the door, and not even the constant sound was enough to make Ethan look away from Spencer. Normally, he didn't mind these visits, which happened at least three times a year. Every time the inspector thought he had found new evidence, he would open a new investigation and seek out Ethan for further questioning. The results were always the same.- "Excuse me," Joseph Carter muttered as he entered the office.The lawyer wasn't surprised to see Spencer in the room, but he hadn't expected his visit so soon. He walked over to Ethan's desk and stood next to his boss.- "Mr. Carter, how long has it been since we last saw each other?" the older man asked, a hint of humor in hi
- "Yes, I shouldn't be long"- "Don't forget to use a condom, babe. We don't want thirty billion dollars running around the house... or do we?" Drake tilted his head to the side, still smiling at his friend's horrified face.- "No, Drake, we don't want to" with that, Blair grabbed her bag from the bed and left the room, before she could hear another joke from her friend.- "I love you. Kisses" he shouted.*Blair walked out of the elevator, the memories hitting her hard. It was as if she could picture Ethan's image on the walls, his silhouette as he walked closer, the way he looked at her.The starry night had already fallen over Vegas, and the only lights in the hallway emanated from the city, or from the lamps on the ceiling.She walked up to Banks's apartment door, debating whether or not to knock. Given the fact that he hadn't knocked on her door earlier that morning, she decided to do the same. Blair turned the knob, and was surprised to find the door open. She entered the apartm