All Chapters of THE PILOT'S EX WIFE: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Only then did Ethan realize that Mariah would accompany him into the night. Because, after the moment with Blair, it would be difficult for him to notice the presence of any woman. It shone in his mind. There was no fair comparison.They headed outside, too. Outside the luxurious Baccarat, some cars lined up were waiting for guests, who were gradually leaving the event. Some reporters crowded around, in a failed attempt to get a photo or a statement from the model, or from the businessman at her side. Meanwhile, the New York police formed a human chain of protection to prevent reporters from inflicting on the guests' privacy. The only photographers who could have photos or statements of what happened were those who were already inside the hotel, before the attack.Ethan was next to Mariah when his security guard opened the limo door for them to enter, however, it wasn't her that the man was thinking about. Every cell in his body asked for the company that another man had. He barely re

"Yes," Blair replied, crossing her arms in front of her breasts to appear less helpless."If you were truly in love with Ethan, would you be able to give him away?"That question struck the woman. She didn't expect it to become an issue. Blair sighed slowly, and continued looking at Colton as she replied:"What matters is my work, not my love life""If your passion is an investigator, yes, it matters" he countered."I'll do whatever it takes. You should do the same""Let's start with the equipment. I'll get you headphones and gloves" Colton ignored the anger he felt upon hearing those words. He had to ignore it. And then the man walked away from Blair, leaving her alone for a few minutes.*The most luxurious cities in the United States were known for keeping busy lives and large amounts of money moving. It was no different in Las Vegas. The casinos, even on Monday mornings, were open to voracious customers. There was no time to be wasted in Vegas.Michele's agency was located in one

"Don't worry, I understand perfectly. But, still, I want to invite you to my cocktail party" the woman gestured for Ethan to sit down, but he preferred to remain standing."A cocktail?" his voice betrayed an interest that wasn't real."Yes, I always do them at the end of the season. I don't want to brag, but this season was celebratory"The woman analyzed her surroundings. The office was spacious and very well used. The panoramic windows left the room illuminated, which enhanced the colors on its walls. The way all the minute details were organized revealed her obsession."You did a good job, congratulations. A cocktail is the best way to celebrate, but I won't be there. Today is my last day in Las Vegas"The truth was, he didn't usually work in Vegas. Its real function was performed in New York. Ethan was in the city of sin solely for a sinfully beautiful redhead that he couldn't delete from his thoughts. He wanted to see Blair, but he knew he would have to see Michele first, out of

"Please, godmother, you don't need to filter what you're going to say. Just say it"She looks at Drake with big brown eyes. I always expect the worst, that's a fact, but I never stop fearing how bad the fall will be."It's about Jean. Jean Collins, your father"And there's the bad surprise I always wait for. I remain still, afraid that my movements might make the situation worse. Because, deep down, I still remember the days when I needed to hide and be quiet so he wouldn't find me. However, when that happened, he found my mother."He died?" I ask. I know I shouldn't, and I know I'm the worst person in the world for wanting her to confirm it."No, Blair. Jean is not dead. He is fine, very fine, better than any of us would assume.""How well?" my voice starts to crack."He produces films, Blair. Jean became a film director, and now he's making fame and money" Drake responds, realizing that Mirtes wouldn't be able to do so.So if I understand correctly, he left town when my mother was h

Ethan brought his face closer until he touched Blair's nose with his own, and at that moment, she could smell his minty breath. His mouth replicated the taste the man had, the feel of his tongue and the movement of his lips. She remembered the kiss perfectly.However, contrary to what Blair wanted, he slid his lips down, towards the female throat. She stood on tiptoe, tilting her body to receive whatever contact Ethan wanted to offer. Even wearing very high heels, the height difference was considerable."I'm going to ask you the same question when you see me with another man," the woman murmured, panting beneath the warm lips."Is there another man?" Banks wanted to hear the truth come from Blair's lips.And when she thought of something to say, Ethan's lips pressed against her skin. He kissed her throat, delighting in the feel of her soft, scented skin. In addition to the sensation his mouth provided, the roughness of his growing beard was an aphrodisiac. A shiver took over his entir