Cameron Table Ethan Allen Novels & Stories

Far enough that their eyes never met. Then the new account manager—Ethan, twenty-eight, easy smile, expensive watch—slid into the seat beside Jamie. “Mind if I join?” Ethan asked, already sitting. Jamie shrugged. “Free country.” Ethan leaned in. Too close. Smelled like cedar and ambition. “You’re the motion guy, right? Saw your reel on the shared drive. Killer work.” “Thanks.” Ethan’s knee bumped his under the table. Stayed there. Jamie didn’t move away.

He himself started to wonder, tossing a glance at his girlfriend who was laughing as she and Eve danced up on Mouth. "I don't know. It would make sense," Jaxon shrugged seeing when Eve's eyes locked on to his. Her hands ran down her body as it moved perfectly to the music. She bit her bottom lip and she oozes sex appeal from her head to her toes, and Jaxon finally got it. It was a show, everything she was doing was a show for him, and it was making him nuts. "I think I'm going to go get Sophie," Ethan said as he put down his beer, not wanting anyone named Mouth near his girlfriend no matter how he got that nickname. Nope, he was not having that.

I gasp " Congratulations Ms Brahms " I gushed out and smile. " Why thank you Callum. How was your summer ? " She asks as she arranges a few books on her table. " It was fun filled and very memorable " I say quickly with my eyes constantly glancing towards the guy who wouldn't raise his head up. I'm more curious now, Are you a robot mister? " Callum this is Liam, Liam Scott, " She says. Scott, is that British I spot, it had better be

Nick walked out immediately, rubbing his forehead in agony and shame, he didn't have far to go, we had officers waiting on the outside for him also. I take my seat in the boss' chair, smiling, I looked around the table. "Hello gentlemen, my name is Camila Clair Camorra, I am your CEO" I say leaning back and watching their faces go from shocked to very impressed. Elijah smiles at me in adoration, he's so handsome!. But what are the odds, I'm the villain in everyone else's story except his.

I reached for one of the blooming camellias by the hedge, fingers brushing the delicate petals when a shadow fell beside me. “Don’t,” a voice said. I turned sharply. Nolan. He stood with his hands in his pockets, gaze unreadable. “Don’t what?” I asked, more clipped than I meant to sound. “I doubt that there should be a rule for me touching flower puzzles. Or is that against your rules as well, Alpha?”

He arranged the lunchboxes on the coffee. "How are you, Cameron?" Moriah amusedly eyed Cameron as he was carrying a different aura. He wasn't the nervous Cameron he used to be. He is now calm and collected. "I'm doing great, madam. How are you doing? " He replied politely and then looked at Ethan. "Is there anything, sir?" "Nothing. You can leave now," Ethan waved his hand to dismiss him. Moriah giggled as soon as Cameron left the room. Ethan looked at her with raised brows.

he revealed, letting the words sink in. Camila's eyes widened in shock and disbelief. "What? Me?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with astonishment. Ethan's smile remained, his eyes reflecting his affection for Camila. "Yes, you," he confirmed, his voice gentle. "She wants to meet my girlfriend." Camila's gaze shifted between Amelia and Ethan, her face etched with concern. "Ethan, I'm not properly dressed to meet your mom. I haven't done my hair, bought a nice gown, or even prepared a gift," she exclaimed, panic lacing her voice.

The paparazzi just kept taking pictures of them, as they walked in. Some of the guests present began murmuring: "Wow!! What a nice entrance, isn't that Eric Aragon?" "Yeah, wow!! Who is that young beautiful lady in their middle? She is so adorable" "Yeah, wait I recognize the other guy. That is Lawyer Ethan, the one who graduated the best in Cambridge" "OMG they know each other? He must be so loaded, I must talk to him today" Eric, Ella and Ethan walked in and took their seats at a table.

"This wool is top-tier. Parker, you have real talent! Aren't you roasting in here, boss? Let me help you out of that layer." Ethan swatted Tyler’s hand away with a growl. "Keep your claws off the wool." Tyler grinned and steered Ethan’s chair to the head of the long wooden table. As I set the cake down, Tyler signaled the servers to bring out the venison and ale. Ethan took the ceremonial candles from the box and began arranging them in a perfect circle on the mousse. The entire room watched in a daze. Since when did Ethan Carter act this carefree? He’d spent a decade claiming he loathed this day, yet he looked like he was actually relishing the moment.

I barely glanced at the bouncer at the door before pushing through the doors, my eyes scanning the crowd. And then I saw him. Cameron was slumped over the bar, one arm resting on the counter, his other hand gripping a glass. His head bobbed slightly, like he was struggling to stay awake. He looked… miserable. Before I could get to him, someone stepped in my way. My eyes went up to see one of the guys from Cameron racing team, I think his name was Ethan. "Hey, man," he said, holding up a hand. "Cameron’s fine. He’s just having fun—"