Cameron Table Ethan Allen Novels & Stories

I turned to see him leaning casually against the porch railing, arms crossed over his chest, his sharp eyes scanning me with mild curiosity. “Nothing,” I said flatly. “Just fucking nothing.” Ethan smirked. “You sure about that? Because you look like you just walked out of a war zone. Are you sure that it does not have a name to it?” I shot him a warning glance, but he only shrugged. Of course, he was the last person to care about what I was telling him. He was the last person to care about a glare from me. “I know that look, Damon. The one that says you’ve been thinking too much.” He raised a brow. “Let me guess… Sienna?”

His cropped brown hair was the color of melted dark chocolate, and looked just the perfect length to weave my fingers through while tasting the bourbon on his tongue. And those eyes. His eyes were a smoky grey, and his gaze cut straight through me with every glance. I shake my head trying to get rid of this mysterious man's face and pay attention to the crowd. Finally, I see Audrey's impossible to miss red hair. "There you are," she says, her back up against Mark's chest. "I was about to send a search party after you." "Sorry," I chuckle. I was only talking to the hottest guy I have ever seen.

Roman shrugged with a smirk. "i'll prefer you were the one doing the biting" Camila rolled her eyes and walked out of the room. The couple walked out of their penthouse and down to the lobby where they met Cory more than dressed for the occassion. He was dressed in an army green jacket, over shorts, hiking boots, a cap and a huge bagpack on his bag, It was so huge that they wondered how he was able to carry it.

“Is there anything else you’re hiding?” Everything. My real last name. That we knew each other as kids. That I’ve been searching for you for fifteen years. “No,” I lied. “That’s it. Full transparency from here on out.” She nods slowly. “Okay. I appreciate you telling me.” Before I can respond, Cameron appears on the terrace. “There you are. Maya, they’re about to announce the awards. You’ll want to see this.” He glances at me. “Ethan Grant, is it? Funny, I thought your name was James.”

Emphasising each word, "I simply asked Sir to accompany me during our lunch break. That's all." Cameron nonchalantly glances at his phone, disinterested in Ryan's rebuttal. He waves off the clarification, dismissing it as inconsequential, "Whatever," he pays no heed, brushing aside Ryan's protests. "It's still not everyday that rare occurrences like these happen, and we get to witness it first hand. That's why Ryan captured my fascination, I would love to get to know him more." Ethan, ever the no-nonsense man he is, wants to cut to the chase, "No you don't! How about you now care to show us the email that you received…from me!?," he cuts, curt and business-like.

Ethan. He was at the far end of the ballroom, a glass in hand, head slightly bowed in conversation with someone I couldn’t see from this angle. His suit was impeccable, as always. So was his arrogance but there was a tension in his stance, a sharpness to his movements. He knew I was here. I turned toward the bar, pretending I hadn’t seen him and pretending I wasn’t watching every inch of that room. “Target two o’clock,” Cameron murmured. “And Piper… be careful. You’re not just bait anymore. You’re the whole trap.”

Just as our lips were about to touch, someone pounded on the door. Ethan groaned, frustration etched on his face. I giggled. "Who is it?" Ethan called out. The door swung open, revealing Cameron in a gray fitted suit, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Hey, lovebirds," Cameron said, chuckling. Ethan groaned again. "How did you find us?" Ethan asked, exasperation creeping into his voice. Cameron grinned. "I saw you guys escaping up the stairs like high school lovers. Tsk, tsk, Ethan, were you about to do the hanky-panky while your family is downstairs?"

Allen rise an eyebrow before nodding in confirmation, knowing he's the guy who's with Primo in the convenience store last night. "It would be better to take a sit first Mr. Collymore. This way please. " Ethan walk him to the near chairs. Allen didn't say a word and both of them sat in silence. Ethan was nervous since he had been looking up at Allen, the person he wants to feature for some time now. The interview went well, Ethan gives off a pleasing and fun vibe that cover up Allen's dull responses and mood. Ethan stands and offer his hand for a handshake which Allen accepts, accidentally tightening it a bit which made him a bit nervous.

Callie was wearing tight capris dress pants with a lilac purple flowy shirt. Ethan and Damon were wearing black slacks. Ethan had a black button up where Damon was wearing a white and purple stripped on. They matched perfectly. “Are you girls ready?” Damon asked as Callie slipped under his arm. Ethan was looking at his phone, half paying attention. Something was keeping his attention at bay. “Fuck no.” I groaned. Damon just smirked at me. “Suck it up, buttercup.” Pulling Callie out the front door, he just laughed as I flipped him off. Ethan took my laptop bag and carried it for me.

The manager said as they entered the room. "You may leave us now, I want to speak to her alone." Camilla shook her head nervously, silently pleading with the manager to stay with her. "Better behave." The manager whispered and left. Ethan turned to face Camilla, the first thing he noticed was that the picture Malik his private investigator brought to him did not do her much justice. He observed her even though she was not aware of his scrutiny as she had her head face down. He assumed that she was probably more than 5ft tall, her hair tied in a ponytail flattered her cheekbones, and her lips.."stop." He screamed into his head, wondering why he was checking her out.