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
Ethan got in next to Blair, a little surprised that she agreed to be in that car. He started it, and the first wake of the engine was as powerful as its owner's voice. The space was filled only with silence and tension, the tension that always haunted them.- "When we don't take certain precautions, the media jumps to conclusions. They don't care about the truth, or my explanation. The only thing that matters is the news. When they see me with Mariah, they say we're dating. When they see me with Deana, they say we're secretly engaged. When they see me with anyone else, they say we're lovers," Ethan began to explain.The man was looking at the traffic around the car, and Blair did the same as she listened to him. She knew that his words were true, and that they had some meaning. The redhead continued to look out the window at the horizon, waiting for Ethan to speak again.- "If they see me with you, they will investigate until they get something concrete. Your life will be hell, and yo
- "Tell me about your first year of school," Ethan said suddenly.- "What?"- "You're freaking out, Angel. You need to think about something other than the present."Blair took a long, deep breath before she began to speak. She didn't have much to say, and it took her a long time to think back to her first year of school before she could muster enough words. Her mind was too jumbled to go that far.- "I... I had a sparkly pink notebook. My mom bought it for me, and I loved it. When I got to school, my teacher said the notebook was beautiful" was the first coherent memory in her mind.- "Did you make any friends?"Ethan kept his full attention on the highway ahead of him, and on the three pairs of headlights right behind his car. The night was not cooperating, but he had no time to think about the difficulties. The only thing he could do was speed up and calm the woman beside him.- "I had a friend, but she was strange. She didn't like to talk."- "Why not?" Ethan asked as he looked ba
The car continued to speed down the highway, and the only light came from the headlights. However, the only important thing seemed to be their connection. Because even in the dim light, they could see each other's excitement.She squeezed him, increasing the speed while decreasing the intensity. Banks welcomed the pleasure, unable to do more than sigh as the redhead's hips met his. The more times she went down, the more her foot pressed on the accelerator, the faster the speedometer ran, and the further apart the three cars became.- "Always look at me," Banks said, noticing Blair's eyes closing. And that's what she did.He kept his eyes on the highway, but when he looked back at her, he found the blue of the sea and her parted lips.They were collecting sensations that for many would be sins. There was no hesitation, just two people, warm skin, dizzy minds and sounds of meeting. Ethan had to, necessarily, keep his focus on the road. But, sometimes, he closed his eyes tightly when he
It wasn’t like she was about to give in, but Blair was curious, and she wanted to know what terms the women Ethan dated agreed to. She rolled over onto her stomach, propped her elbows on the mattress, and put her face in her hands as she waited for his answer.- "Basically, we don't have the right to expose what happens between us. There are some clauses that I have already broken with you, but as soon as you sign, if you sign, I prefer to start following them"- "Which ones, for example?"- "Sleeping together, having any type of relationship outside the apartment, among others"This was indeed a very heavy conversation to have at the first moment of the day. But Blair couldn't help but pay full attention to what she had heard. She concluded exactly what she had feared, and she couldn't hide her expression of disappointment.- "Do all your relationships happen in that apartment?" Despite knowing that the answer would be difficult to swallow, she wanted to know.Ethan remained silent f
- "Well, I spoke to a detective friend about the flowers you received. He asked me to tighten security and keep you informed. I sent his phone number to your cell phone."- "Okay. Thank you."Jean opened his jacket and took out what looked like a small envelope from the inside pocket. It was the size of a letter and was somewhat yellowed. For a moment, he considered not handing over the envelope. However, Jean knew that the lies were haunting his relationship with his daughter, and that it was time to change things.- "I received this letter, but it has your name on it"Blair reached out and took the letter, opening the envelope without preamble. She knew the sender was the same one who had sent her the lilies. There was no reason it could be anyone else. And then Blair began to read:I can be a light for your path,but I need you to let me be.Don't trust him.Keep our secrets,and I will make revelations to him.When you are away from home,don't trust strangers who sayknow the way
- "First, I was worried about you. Then, I think that night at the club wasn't good for my heart."Blair remembered last Saturday night. She was dancing, feeling the music infect her mind and touch her senses. Her whole body was surrendered to the sound. She barely had time to notice the man who tried to approach her, because Ethan was much quicker to stop her. It seemed like he was already ready.- "Why?"- "Because I danced with Daliah, and then I dreamed about her. We exchanged messages, and now I'm feeling something after almost four years," Drake said, frowning afterwards.It was strange to think about how long he had been single, never having a truly serious relationship. However, it was comforting to him to know that there was still a part of his heart that needed to be rekindled.- "Something?"- "Some kind of feeling, I don't know. It's hard to like someone after a traumatic breakup, but I think I would be able to invest in her"- "You are amazing people, and you deserve a ch
- "Excuse me, Mr. Banks." Lana, his personal assistant, entered the office.- "Yes," he replied, without taking his eyes off the paperwork open on his desk.- "The tequila shipment has arrived in California," she announced.- "Carrying what?" and then, only then, Ethan looked up at Lana.- "Of tequila. For your birthday"- "Who requested it?"- "Your mother, Mrs. Banks. She's been making arrangements for weeks, including the guest list."Ethan ran a hand through his dark hair, feeling an unpleasant sense of loss of power. His mother was not one to take action, but when she did, she was an extremist.The truth was that Ethan had been away from work for too long. His obsession had cost him more time than he had available. And as a result, several things had happened without his supervision or authorization.- "Should I cancel, Mr. Banks? Your mother was very specific, so I thought you had talked."- "No, don't cancel. Where did you say the shipment arrived?"Just by the way Lana looked