Ethan's return

Jane

The handsome man before me in his tank top and black shorts had the build of someone who had been exercising regularly for the past few months just to show up to a modeling gig.

He was not as muscular as Sinclair but his body showed that he had put a lot of dedication to achieving his body shape.

He looked like a younger and smaller version of his brother. The smile, the dangerous eyes, everything had me feeling like I was in some kind of deja vu between the brothers.

He looked at me before winking as I grimaced at how weird he looked doing that to me.

“Ethan,” called Sinclair with a stern voice. “Please refrain from winking at my mate.”

“She must be lovely to be with you,” smiled the man. “And where is Victoria? I don’t see her anywhere.”

I knew what he was doing. He was trying to make me feel like I didn’t belong but he was doing that to the wrong person. I knew who I was and I was not going to be called out by this man no matter who he was.

A maid appeared beside Sinclair as t