บททั้งหมดของ THE PILOT'S EX WIFE: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

"Blair Collins" she murmured in a soft voice when she answered, ready for whatever it was.The woman, despite her young age, had developed an enviable ability to overcome obstacles. I was always keeping expectations low."Hello, Miss Collins. I'm Spencer Davis, but you should know. I called to pass on some information. Are you available?""Yes" Blair replied.It had been a few days since Spencer hadn't been in touch. He said she would not need to attend the department, just the events. In parts, the redhead felt like a spy, as if she were infiltrated among those wealthy people, collecting and storing information."By now, you must have met a member of the Banks family again.""Yes" she replied, hiding the way she found the family member."Well, I like taking notes, even if they seem minimal. I ask you to do this, and report everything that your eyes see""Right""I have news, Blair. We can't take any risks in this part of the investigation, so I got you a job""A problem..." she repea

Blair sighed, letting the absolute truth sink in. It was difficult to think of his life as something public, where everyone felt entitled to know in depth. Her past was too dark for others to know, and the way they were approaching scared her.However, she shook off the claustrophobic feeling and walked with the coffee to her boss's office. At the door, low voices could be heard having a casual conversation. She knocked on the door and entered only after receiving authorization.And amidst the exaggerated luxury, there was Michele Brian's office. His space was like the representation of what is best in the professional environment; the solid wood table, the large windows overlooking the skyscrapers, the light marble floor, the padded armchairs, the discreet chandelier, the walls painted in watercolor colors.The woman opened the door and, for a second, thought she had entered paradise. His eyes focused on the man in black so quickly that they seemed programmed to do so.When she came

The redhead looked at the blonde one last time, aware that this was a one-night stand. She smiled at Ethan, the devilish smile that would teach hell a lesson. With deliberately sensual steps, just on a whim, she glided across the dance floor, carrying with her longing glances. It was easy to capture attention. The ponytail swaying from side to side was charming as Blair headed up the stairs with the confidence of someone who knew what she wanted.The objective was understood by Ethan. Blair was being such a fatal woman that everyone else seemed to be a disappointment next to her. His sensuality hit those people like a freight train, including him. She knew she wasn't acting the right way, but she didn't care about moral principles. Not a lot.And when the redhead arrived at the stairs, the security guard immediately allowed her passage. I had orders to do so. But despite that, anyone would do anything those red lips asked. Her bloodthirsty heels touched the steps slowly, aware that Et

Martins is a mature woman, with some expression marks on her thin face. She's not the type to do cosmetic procedures to feel better, she just takes care of herself. Her dark hair is always tied in a formal bun, it's her trademark."On Friday, my boss called me into his office and asked me to open two buttons on my shirt. Because, according to him, the weather was very hot"I am constantly harassed by the man who pays my salary. I always act like I'm too stupid to understand jokes with double meanings. But deep down, I understand and feel disgusted with them. I'm afraid of being alone with men like him. I'm afraid of the police who look at me with malice. I'm afraid of coming home too late. Josh, my boss, is just another man who came into my life and planted trauma in me. However, it is certainly not the last."I worked late on the weekend. And this guy asked me out. He drives a fancy car, so he thought I would never refuse. But in the end, I refused. He called me a stupid bitch, and i

The woman would be delighted with the idea of having friends, going out drinking and dancing, living in a nice place with her friend and being able to enjoy a normal life. No negligent and abusive parents, no harassing bosses and misogynistic men, no financial difficulties and, above all, no lies.Blair was in a trance, looking up and imagining thousands of chances. There was no reason to sabotage yourself again.And as she thought about a likely, and perhaps inevitable, future, she felt a hand close around her wrist and pull her back. The woman needed a second to snap out of her thoughts and return to the real world, realizing that a man was pulling her towards him."I just want to talk" he almost shouted. His tone of voice seemed altered, out of character.She didn't know how to react, she was still trying to assimilate the situation. The man, taller and with many more pounds, continued to pull. His eyes were red and his clothes were shabby, like a homeless person.The woman felt pa