Novel & Cerita Cameron Table Ethan Allen

His voice made her nipples tighten under her blouse. “Elena,” he snapped suddenly through the intercom. “In here. Now.” She jumped up, smoothing her tight pencil skirt, and walked in. Damon sat behind his massive desk in a perfectly tailored black suit, looking every inch the ruthless billionaire. His eyes flicked over her body like he owned it. Which, after last night, he kind of did. “Yes, Mr. Voss?” she asked, trying to sound professional. Her voice came out breathy. He leaned back, staring. “You’re walking funny today. Sore, are we?”

"I ran three red lights to get here. Three. And for what? For a woman your car bumped into on the sidewalk?" He tilted his face toward the ceiling with an expression of genuine grief. "I'm so sorry, my future children. Daddy's been delayed again." "Enough." Ethan's voice landed like a gavel. "You're giving me a headache." Cameron dropped the theatrics immediately and sidled closer, dropping his voice to something conspiratorial. He studied Ethan's face with the focused curiosity of a man who had known him long enough to know when something interesting was happening. "She's stunning though. You sure she's nobody to you?"

Everyone is looking in my direction. Can they smell that I’m a human? Or are they wondering why I’m wearing Ethan’s clan colors? Ethan, however, seems perfectly at ease. His legs are spread, and his elbow rests casually on the table. When Robert looks at him, Ethan meets his eye. There’s a moment of tension. Then Robert leans back in his seat and forks up a piece of meat before going back to his conversation. The raucous laughter and merriness resumes—even if some of the Wolves look at me with a mixture of curiosity and hostility.

And then Ethan dropped the final bombshell. “I loved Amelia Hayes,” Ethan continued. “But I never truly knew who she was.” He turned to the cameras, his smile sharp. “And neither does Adrian Black.” Amelia’s breath hitched. Adrian exhaled slowly, then turned to her. His gray eyes burned into hers, unreadable, dangerous. And then, his lips curled into a slow, wicked smirk. “Looks like it’s my turn to make a move.”

“Ryan! Oh, just one day of leaving me, you missed me? Come in, come in. Oh, and you brought your friend?” “Hi, ma’am,” Ethan greeted politely. We stepped in, and I froze halfway, Champ’s dad was home, he wasn't the rude type but his face always scared the hell out of me. And at the table, munching whatever food it is, was Camille. “Ryan!” she squealed. She turned to stare at Ethan who gave her a weak fake smile. I could tell he definitely was an awkward type around children. He mouth flew open as she raised her head up scanning the tall Ethan from head to toe. “Why are all your friends so good looking! It’s unfair!”

They are actually performing and some people are dancing with their partners on the dance floor. The stage is decorated and has a huge picture of Arabella on the wall. There is a huge white and pink cake close to stage as well. The party is going on steadily and everyone is waiting for their queen celebrant and soon to be husband. ********** AT CAMERON’S APARTMENT Cameron is dressed in white pants with black roses design on the bottom of the trousers and a matching white shirt with similar design. Her hair is packed in a bun and she has little makeup up on.

My phone buzzed. Nina. Nina: “Sera, don’t panic. I’m sending this because I think you should know.” My stomach tightened before the next message even arrived. It was a photograph. Ethan and Camille were standing outside the restaurant. Everyone else from the earlier picture was gone. Camille had both hands wrapped around Ethan’s arm. Her face was turned up toward him as if they were sharing a private conversation. Ethan wasn’t smiling anymore, but he wasn’t stepping away either.

Ariana pov Ethan’s presence filled the doorway like he owned the entire world, which, considering his wealth, he probably did. He looked impossibly composed in his black tuxedo, every line was perfectly tailored to his frame. “Everyone out,” he said quietly, but the way he said it left absolutely no room for argument. “But Ethan…” Mom started. “ Now.” The photographer packed his equipment with record speed. The makeup artist grabbed her brushes. Even Mom seemed to understand this wasn’t a request.

Jacob stared at him curiously but before he could ask, Damian turned his back to him and started walking towards the direction of the entrance, where it started becoming a frenzy with camera lights flashing furiously whoever has arrived. Damian’s eyes turned dark when he finally spotted the person he came here for. Samantha Cameron looked tall and elegant in a classic mermaid shape, one shoulder design and luxurious satin fabric, creating a timeless look. She had her hair up neatly except for some few wispy tendrils, diamond, drop earrings paired with a three-strand diamond bracelet. However, what set out the most was the color of her dress. The color is nearly as the same as her skin, a sha

he said firmly. Ethan, hearing his name called, immediately turned toward the group of people. He looked at Gio and Calvin calmly, showing no fear or concern. In fact, his gaze seemed cold, making Gio and Calvin feel a little uncomfortable. Gio and Calvin did not attack; they were still waiting for Ethan's reaction. But Ethan just stared at them, not moving or speaking. "Hey, why are you so quiet?" "Come on, join us!" Ethan looked at them again and said, "Are you Gerrard Wolf's men?"