Cameron Table Ethan Allen Novels & Stories

"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—"

𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 I step into Elena—or rather, Aretha's path just as she tries to make a quick getaway from the room. The expression on her face pulls an amused smirk from me as I stop right in front of her, my stance completely calm and nonchalant as I shove both of my hands into my pants pocket, my gaze resting heavily on her.

"But he must be dating someone. Aren't you interested in anyone else?" As Kristen tried to look cool, his elbow slipped off the table, and he fell right off his chair. Anastasia burst into laughter, and even Sylvia smiled. Sylvia might have liked Kristen if he were very rich, but her eyes were only on Damien Blackwood. While they were talking, Ethan felt his phone vibrate. He checked it and saw a text from "Grumpy Old Man." DONE WITH EXAM? Ethan almost laughed. He couldn't believe Damien was texting in all capital letters. He replied immediately:

"Yes." Camden stood immediately. "Who?" The maid swallowed hard. Then spoke the words that made the entire room freeze. "He said his name is..." She hesitated. "...Ethan Black." Silence. Pure silence. I looked around the table. Nobody reacted. Except Camden. For the first time since I met him... I saw genuine shock on his face. Not anger. Not annoyance. Shock. As if he had just heard the name of a ghost. And suddenly... I knew this wasn't good. Not good at all. Because whoever Ethan Black was... Camden clearly wasn't expecting him

While Williams sat there in silence, letting her be while consuming her whole essence. Hours later, Ethan and Mitchell breezed in, loud and easy as ever. Spotting Williams, they joined him without hesitation. Ethan’s gaze found Camellia instantly. His brows rose, a grin tugging at his lips. “And who might this angel be?” Camellia shifted uncomfortably, but Ethan leaned in with his usual charm. “Don’t tell me you kidnapped her, Willy. Or did you finally discover how to steal hearts?” Mitchell groaned. “Ignore him. He thinks he’s funny.”

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

She wanted to respond, but stopped when they heard a scream from the study. She and Alex shared a glance before they rushed to the study. When they entered, they stumbled upon the scene of Elle bawling her eyes out while questioning Damien on why he was still writing to Ariel. Damien just sat on his chair, staring blankly like what he was watching had nothing to do with him. Alex growled as Jasmine went to comfort Elle. "Damien l! Why the hell would you treat Elle like this? She is carrying your child for heaven's sake!" Alex yelled. Damien just kept looking at them without a change in expression.

Cameron responded in a low voice. He was laid shirtless on his bed, with his arms folded across his face, while he filled his head with random thoughts. "Hence, the reason why we came over here to make you feel more like yourself" Ethan spoke, walking through the door with a crate of beer. A smirk appeared on Cameron's face as he sprung to his feet, grabbing a cup, while filling it up with liquor. "Most times I hate you guys" He said. "The feeling's mutual, dude" Wess replied, getting up from a couch which was by a corner of the room.

" He rambled on and on until Ethan turned around. Ethan was fuming, like a volcano ready to erupt. It was then that Cameron came to a realization and stopped talking. "Well, then. Tell me," said Ethan. He sounded frail. "What should I do?" Seeing how Ethan never retaliated even after all that he said, Cameron knew that their powerful Alpha had totally fallen head over heels for me. "Have you tried to put in more effort to court her?" Although Cameron knew it wasn't something Ethan would've done, he asked anyway. Ethan nodded and hummed in acknowledgment. Cameron was so shocked he almost bumped his head against the wall. After forcing himself to calm down, he asked, "Have you given her any pr