- "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
The satin of her dress adhered to the movement, dancing across her skin and catching the eyes of the man in front of her. Clark felt like the most powerful man in the world, blowing smoke upwards as he watched the exclusive spectacle. At times, the woman's hands slid up her dress, showing how much he valued her body.They shared the moment, but they were also caught up in their own worlds. Blair danced, moving her body with boldness and conviction. Justin watched and took a few hits of nicotine from his cigarette.But when the redhead smiled, that devilish smile was capable of making the man forget anything else. There was no innocence, no naivety. There was malice, and it was reciprocated. Because they didn't know how the night would end, but that didn't matter, all they wanted was to enjoy the moment.- "I'm going to get a drink at the bar," she said, leaning towards the man to be better heard.- "I can get it if you want," he offered.- "Maybe next time"The redhead walked to the s
Ethan didn't usually like meeting the women he slept with, because they always wanted to get close. They always wanted a greeting, maybe to prove to other people that they knew Ethan Banks. But this meeting was different. Blair didn't even see him, because she was busy being kissed by another man.- "Stop staring, Banks. If Clark dies, I'll be forced to distrust you," Joseph said, making Ethan look at him.- "If Clark dies, you'll probably be in charge of burying the body," he replied, and his friend smiled.The woman next to Banks was like a decoration. She didn't talk to him, because she knew she would be completely ignored. All the attention in the world was on Blair, on her body wrapped in red fabric, on her red hair swinging.Because three days ago, Ethan had no way of knowing that seeing Blair with someone else would be so uncomfortable. He propped his left ankle on his right knee and began to sway his foot in time to the music. It seemed like just a normal movement, but it was