All Chapters of THE PILOT'S EX WIFE: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The inspector opened the bag he had taken with him, and took out a small piece of equipment from inside it. Blair observed that movement, finding the news strange. Normally, those quick meetings in the parking lot were just for her to deliver the reports."What do you mean?" she questioned."Today's dinner could be turned in our favor. And I want operations to be more precise. So if you hear something incriminating, I need to know and have proof."Spencer showed the woman a small recorder. It was basically the size of a pen, and Blair didn't know how to hide the object. She furrowed her eyebrows, and then took the device from Spencer's hands."A recorder?""Yes. If they talk about anything revealing, I'll know."That night, Blair would go out with Ethan. It would just be dinner, at first, but perhaps she would have access to incriminating information. At the moment she made the invitation, the redhead had no bad intentions. However, after reporting to Spencer, she learned that her eve

The waiter pulled out the chair for Blair to leave, and the couple headed out of the restaurant. Ethan rested a hand on the base of the woman's spine, unpretentiously, oblivious to the fact that that contact destroyed the barriers she had built.People around the restaurant watched the pair walk, as handsome and charming as they were. Blair in a nice light dress, Ethan in a dark suit. Everyone could say they were the perfect opposite of each other.Banks' Lamborghini was outside the restaurant, gleaming against the city lights like a piece of jewelry. The valet got out of the vehicle and handed the keys to the real owner."Thanks for dinner," Blair thanked, still feeling Ethan's warm body next to hers, even as he pulled away to open her door."The invitation was yours""You can pretend you like it" she replied as she got into the car."Pretending makes me tired" were Ethan's last words before closing the door. And the redhead could have sworn she saw a smile cross his face.As the man

Colton walked over to the marking on the ground, stood next to Blair, pointed the gun at the target, and fired. He fired six rounds in a row, and each time he fired, he hit the red part of the target. Ever since he had served overseas in the Marines years before, the man was known to be a crack shot.- "Don't worry. I'm not trying to steal your job," Blair quipped.- "Talk less and shoot more. We're not leaving here until you're able to keep quiet."*The reason casinos were legal in Las Vegas was simple; no one would be unhappy if they could commit sins. What people judged and repudiated elsewhere was fun in Vegas, what they called Monday.At the Wynn Las Vegas Casino, one of the most luxurious venues in Sin City, a cocktail party was beginning. A relatively small party, for just over a hundred wealthy people. This would not be an ordinary night, with million-dollar games being played at the tables, or golden call girls dancing around the room. The night promised much more.The casin

- "We are among friends. There are no bets between friends," the woman who had welcomed her earlier, the brunette, said. With the warm smile of someone who was pleased with the moment, the woman wanted to make Blair feel comfortable.- "On this floor, people can do whatever they want. We don't have a limit," Will added.- "I didn't know you were betting either." Banks wasn't a talkative man. He was direct, most of the time. But with Blair, he was willing to expand on the subject.- "I don't gamble. I'm here for my job."- "That's an amazing job, then," Ethan's date muttered, completely oblivious to the fact that the conversation didn't belong to her.In the center of it all, the dancers danced sensually to the rhythm of the music. Their bodies, wrapped in feathers and nothing else, developed synchronized steps. It was a beauty in movement, even though people were more occupied with the games. The lighting also favored the sensuality of the moment; in shades of red and purple, depravit

- "Correct me if I'm wrong, but I heard the girl ask you to let her go," Banks muttered.- "Mr. Banks, you don't want to get involved in my business" the player's voice was no longer so confident.- "Your business?" Ethan questioned, looking at the man's hand that held Blair's wrist until he released her.- "Yes. That girl made me lose good dollars at roulette."- "Roulette is treacherous," Banks said evasively.- "She owes me, and you can bet anything you want that she'll pay me back. If I don't have the money..." the gambler insinuated, looking at Blair's body with a suggestion that she considered disgusting.- "Mr. Palazzo, I don't like the way you look at my wife. And if you have any problems with her, you can come to me to solve it. Otherwise, I won't be patient," Ethan stated, and his voice was firm as a rock.- "I didn't mean to..." Palazzo tried to argue, but was interrupted in an impolite manner.- "Did I make myself clear?"- "Yes"Blair just watched the conversation, which