บททั้งหมดของ THE PILOT'S EX WIFE: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Blair received Spencer's message five minutes before entering the elevator. She keyed the panel, indicating that she would go down to the basement. The redhead leaned her back against the steel wall, and sighed as the elevator descended to the parking lot. She carried a small folder with her, with the notes she made during Spencer's silent days.The truth was that those reports were superficial. They didn't contain the real desire she felt for the man, nor the intense looks, nor the common desires. There was no right way to describe that feeling growing in his chest.And when the elevator doors opened again, underground, Blair headed out, already with a decision in mind. It would be impossible to reconcile Ethan with the investigation. She couldn't continue to be loyal to Spencer, not when her entire body vibrated alongside another man.The redhead saw the inspector leaning against a support pillar, analyzing his surroundings unpretentiously. Upon seeing Blair, Spencer started walking

He walked to the entrance hall to wait for the delivery. Meanwhile, Blair felt distrust creep into her skin. Working with Spencer meant a lot of things, including not trusting situations.The counter between the living room and kitchen allowed the woman to watch carefully as her friend opened the apartment door and received the flowers. It was a white arrangement of lilies."They're beautiful" Drake walked back to the kitchen, admiring the beauty and soft scent of the flowers.Despite not wanting to show any sign of weakness, the choice of flowers, whether intentional or not, was an emotional trigger for Blair. Lilies were the flowers she placed on her mother's tombstone every year."There's a card" Drake placed the arrangement on the table, close to her friend so she could pick it up.They were both surprised. It was not common to receive gifts on special days, even less on ordinary days. Blair removed the small card from among the flowers and read its contents.Everything that was s

On the other side, in the hall, the noise was considerably loud. However, all the woman could hear was the rapid beat of her heart."Because I'm not going to be on your waiting list" he smiled sideways, not because he thought it was funny. For irony. The idea that it could be a second option was comical for someone like him."Just like I'm into you? Because, if I remember correctly, you're always with another woman"She lifted her chin, bringing their faces together in a dangerous way. Ethan was dangerous just because he was powerful. He did what he wanted, always, without restrictions. His habit of caring little about other people made him a predator. On the other hand, the way he was attracted to Blair made her an even greater danger. She was the one who could trap the predator."I've never denied how much I want to fuck you" he maintained closeness, ensuring that she could always look into his eyes.Blair grabbed the collar of Ethan's black shirt and pulled it towards her. With the

That's what he called me when I was four years old, and then we would go to the square for walks and eat ice cream. Afterwards, I think he preferred alcohol to strawberry ice cream."Jean, please. If you have the slightest consideration for me, leave me alone" I ask, once and for all.After ten years of wandering the world as a purged soul, what could a father change?"I... I..." he seems to have no reaction, he certainly didn't expect me to answer."I have a million things to say, Blair. But I can't, not now. You wouldn't believe it""Not even""I have a proposal. And please think about it. I want to be something in your life, anything. I live in Las Vegas, come too. I can employ you, and then...""What?" the bitterness in my tone is so burning that I hear my voice sound louder than I would like. Does Jean simply look into the past and see rainbows?"I don't know you, Blair. I spent years looking for my only daughter, when she should have been by my side. I came back to Philadelphia,

NOW-DAYSNew York Fashion Week was an event highly acclaimed by the media. Outside the hall, the gathering of reporters was equivalent to a manifesto. That would be the penultimate day of the event, with illustrious participation from elders of the fashion world and former models.Mariah Donovan was on the catwalk, walking in a million-dollar dress from the brand she modeled for. The blonde was at the height of her career, and had a lot of talent at what she did. She glided across the light floor with the elegance and naturalness that many would love to have, but only she had.Ethan was in the lounge that night. Despite being the fourth day of the event, it was only the second he had attended. He hadn't seen Blair Collins in three days, on purpose, because he was determined to forget that he had ever wanted the redhead. Assuming he preferred blondes, it didn't make sense to be attracted to her. And besides, he wouldn't accept being in second place. The man's ego was bruised, perhaps l