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
As Blair walked out of the apartment and toward the elevator, Ethan followed her. There were things he needed to explain, and he had no reason to wait, no time. Blair pressed the button for the elevator just as the man reached her, but he didn't touch her.- "Deana will be in Las Vegas for a few days, and I lent her the apartment."Blair heard every word, every single one of them, but she didn't bother to respond. She stood with her back to Ethan, facing the metal doors. At that moment, nothing he said would change Blair's mind.- "We don't have any relationship right now. We're just friends," he continued.She was tempted to respond, but the answer wouldn’t be as graceful as her silence. Blair wanted to say how disappointed she was, how let down she was. She wanted to say that the way Ethan treated all of her relationships as indifferent friendships was discouraging.It wasn't out of jealousy, it wasn't because she wanted him exclusively, it wasn't because she was planning a relation
Colton prepared to say something, but he preferred to wait for the waitress to place the order on the table and wish him a good day.- "The Benedict case is important to Spencer. He asked me to guide you because he doesn't want to miss this opportunity."The woman looked at the ex-marine carefully. A man who was made to be strong, good at everything he did, without mistakes or feelings. A man with light, well-cut hair. Colton was handsome, but something about his behavior overshadowed his appearance and only let the military shine through.- "Spencer didn't want to call you. He visited Ethan Banks, and this was a dangerous step. Now you can't be too careful," the agent explained.- "But you're here. Isn't that a risk?"- "Here, I'm just your police officer friend who invited you for coffee."Blair stirred the milk into the two espressos slowly, thinking about the mess this investigation was making of her mind. She didn’t look at Colton, but she knew he was watching her carefully as sh
Banks walked down slowly, using all the time in the world. He looked up and down the wide sidewalk before settling his eyes on Blair. It wasn't as if the man hadn't seen her before, but laying eyes on that woman was always an immense satisfaction. Blair looked like an angel, sweeping away all the evil of the night and leaving only the beauty of the moonlight.Finally, when Ethan stood by the car, Blair walked over. Deep down, she didn't want to appear any more upset than she actually was. She knew they had no agreements to follow, no commitments to keep.However, looking at Ethan's casual look, Blair forgot half of her irritation. The man looked good in suits and tuxedos, but he could also look attractive in dark jeans and a T-shirt.- "Let's talk, Angel"- "Not in front of where I work"- "Okay, then get in the car" the way Ethan spoke, always imposing his will as if it were an order, was interesting.- "Actually, I plan to go for a walk."- "Stop making things difficult"- "Not havi