บททั้งหมดของ THE PILOT'S EX WIFE: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

The doors opened, and she entered unaccompanied. Her body missed Ethan's presence faster than she thought was right. It was as if he wanted to spend his entire life by his side, when, in reality, he only needed to spend a few seconds.At that moment, it was difficult to keep my mind focused on Spencer's investigation. Ethan was more ingrained in Blair's mind than she thought possible, and she realized the real danger behind his attraction. There was not only the risk of being interested, but also the risk of getting hurt.*That morning, the hours were long and peaceful. Drake attempted a rapprochement based on the one thing they were good at; to talk. But Blair was distant, overwhelmed.The woman's past was a vast sequence of disasters, and it had all started with Jean. She didn't talk about him, or about her mother, as she was struggling with the depressive thoughts that this subject provoked in her.Despite attempts to talk to her friend, Drake decided to give her space. He was alw

In that moment, those words reaffirmed how much people loved Jean Collins for the person he seemed to be. The world loved his work. People were willing to write letters to him, to praise whatever he did. And, for Blair, it was a waste of time. Those people didn't really know him, they didn't know about his sins and the victims he made in the past."Different?" Drake leaned forward."They are threats. They follow a pattern, but they didn't take us anywhere. They have the same return address, the same handwriting and so on" Jean's personal security guard replied, realizing that his boss would not be able to deliver such information to his daughter."Holy shit" Drake sank his fingers into his brown hair, somewhat golden from the sun.For him, the greatest probability was that someone was trying to reach Jean through Blair."We cannot make false statements, but we have suspicions. Blair was a complete unknown, and now she appears as the daughter of a star. It is a shock in the film indust

Feeling weak in her legs after receiving Ethan's response, feeling privileged by the attention of a man with his grandeur, Blair went down to the basement of her building. In the first garage, the various cars were lined up in an orderly manner.Due to the building's social standard, all vehicles carried a certain amount of elegance. It was expected for the place, as no one would think less of Vegas. However, among the sports cars and SUVs, one car caught his attention. It was parked a few meters from the elevators, straight to the floor's support pillar.The dark Lamborghini had the power to minimize everything around it, becoming the focus without much effort. The dark windows, the matte black paint and the wheels accompanying the entire black structure were the perfect closure to declare power.The woman walked slowly, looking at the car as Ethan opened its door. She was wearing ordinary clothes, light jeans and a thin-strap t-shirt. Despite her poorly produced clothing, Blair Coll

Lana stopped in front of the panoramic glass. Outside, one floor below, was the running track. There were no cars on the asphalt, everyone was in their appropriate garages. The race track rented sports cars so that visitors could take unforgettable rides in million-dollar vehicles. In the pit-stop identical to those on official tracks, two men were talking."Will is at the pit stop" Lana informed, pointing beyond the clear glass.Ethan agreed, then led the redhead beside him to the stairs leading to the track.The dark and worn asphalt symbolized a real runway. The route was long and inviting, making people long to feel the steering wheel in their hands. The stands weren't as big as expected, but they didn't need to be. No one would go to that speedy paradise just to watch.Ethan kept his hand on the small of Blair's spine. Sometimes, as she walked, her red strands brushed against the man's hand. He didn't want to lose contact with her skin, as he found it very soft. His mind wandered

"What, then?""I don't have a flag here, on the track. But I thought you could come up with something. Be creative. You just need to be waving something when he turns the last lap""Enough talking, Thomas" Ethan's hoarse voice was a surprise to Blair's system. Her girlish smile was soon replaced by parted lips and rosy cheeks."Understood, boss" despite being joking, Will focused all his focus on the last lap that Ethan was entering."Anythings?" Blair needed to make sure that anything would actually be enough to end an Ethan Banks run.As he waited for his response, the car passed along the road beside him as if it were flying low."Anything" he assured him.Blair walked to the finish line, just a few meters from the pit stop. She knew that the eyes were focused on her as she walked. The men were expectant as to what she would hold up to declare the race over. The woman reached the checkered line that crossed the road and thought for a second, needing all her courage to move forward.