Ethan Cutkosky 2024 Novels & Stories

Ethan. But this wasn't the polished, suit-wearing heir to the Wellman fortune. Ethan stood there in loose gardening shorts that hung low on his hips, his feet bare against the damp grass. He was shirtless, his muscular torso glistening in the silver moonlight with a light sheen of sweat and earth. In one hand, he held a pair of professional flower cutters. He looked like a dark, sculpted god of the soil—raw, powerful, and dangerously handsome in the shadows. Ethan stared at Timothy, his blue eyes wide with utter surprise. The confusion on his face slowly melted into a panicked, unscripted concern. He took a hesitant step closer, the cutters dangling forgotten at his side as he watched the "D

Ethan, a man seemingly assembled from spreadsheets and bad intentions, straightened on the screen. “Since we’re all here,” he said, his CFO smile as slick as a marble tabletop, “let me do this properly.” I reached for the bottle of mineral water in front of me. The glass was cold against my fingers. I needed something cold before my old instincts told me to throw a stylus at someone’s forehead. “Arabella,” Ethan went on, “this is Zachary de Sanctis. Principal behind the acquisition, chairman and controlling owner of Casa de Sanctis.”

“Where are you going?” “Shit,”Ethan curses under his breath. He takes a breath, composing himself, then turns around. “Duncan, I need to speak with James.” The man in the doorway is shorter than Ethan, and has blond hair scraped into a bun. He’s wearing a blue tartan kilt—so he’s not one of Ethan’s clan. He grins, then gestures behind him. “Come inside,” he says. Ethan pauses for a beat before he sighs. He heads back toward the door, his hand still clasped around mine.

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I now realized it was for privacy. As everyone began to settle into their seats, the doors opened and Ethan walked down the aisle in an expensive suit, followed by the beta from his pack. I recognized them as some of the Blue Moon Group businessmen I saw at the gala a week ago. Ethan’s hair was slicked back so that it didn’t cover his face so much. He looked more confident than I had ever seen him. I don’t know how I didn’t see it before, he’s a natural leader. A true alpha.

Ethan resembled a teenager who got caught making out with his first girlfriend by his mother and I resembled a shaking leaf. Fun facts; 1. Ethan is a CEO of one of the biggest companies in the whole of New york. Winter Fox : Daughter of Nicholas Fox, An editor at the local Newspaper agency, a nerd and a Romance writer/ erotica (Which I rather eat my brother sock than my family finding out about it) “Get back here,both of you” he roars. We didn't need to be told twice. Ethan and I scrambled to our feet and took our respective seats ignoring the mess of the dining table.

George moved to London to work as a photographer where he met his wife who is heavily pregnant with their second child and couldn't travel. Next introduction is Ethan who is also part of the college gang. Ethan is a handsome and huge man who looks like he lives in the gym. All the groomsmen were supposed to wear pink tuxedos but Ethan decided to pull up in ripped jeans and a pink t-shirt. He looks like the type of guy who likes to stand out and break rules just because he can. It doesn't come as a shock that he's an artist. It also doesn't come as a shock that an attractive man like him has a drop-dead gorgeous girlfriend who is a runway model. God, I can't imagine what their babies will loo

I hesitated earlier than answering, my coronary heart pounding. “Anita Hayes,” a deep, surprising voice stated . “You’ve brought on pretty much a mess.” “Who is this?” I demanded. The guy chuckled darkly. “Someone who’s been cleansing up Grayson messes for decades. If you believe you studied you’re safe, you’re wrong. You’ve simply made yourself the largest goal withinside the game.” Before I ought to respond, the road went dead, leaving me gripping the telecel smartphone in silence. Ethan leaned closer. “Who turned into that?”

Ethan said, his voice sounding small and brittle. "Ethan," the voice on the other end was like a sheet of ice. "I trust you’ve seen the guest list for the gala. I’ve taken the liberty of arranging a table for you. You’ll be sitting with the Sterling-Holloways and the head of the Planning Commission. Alone." Ethan’s grip on the phone tightened. "Father, I’m part of a partnership. Liam Rossi is—"

As I walk in, he’s already there, sitting on a bleacher with a clipboard, looking way too eager for this stupid event. “Yo, Knox,” Ethan says, pushing his glasses up his nose. His voice is too friendly, like he’s trying to be my buddy. “I was just going over the notes. Skye left some stuff about the booth decorations, but I’m not sure where you guys left off. Wanna fill me in?” I drop onto the bleacher across from him, my legs sprawled out, and give him a hard stare. “Don’t know, don’t care,” I say, my voice cold. “Figure it out yourself.”