Ethan Cutkosky Girlfriend Novels & Stories

“I am a fan of beautiful sights. You've caught my attention.” “Aren't you a charmer?” The woman's eyes softened the more. “You are such a smooth talker.” “Yes, I agree,” Ethan replied, with his hands in his pants pockets. “But I say only the truth.” “Hmmm,” the lady smiled. "I'm Kelly. I'm glad you noticed me, Ethan.” “You are welcome.” Ethan flashed her a smile, his testosterone flowing at the highest frequency. “Are you a friend of Blake Carter?” Kelly asked. “I saw both of you arrive together.”

The woman smiled at her, then unceremoniously took a seat next to Ethan Hart, their familiarity and intimacy apparent. "You..." Ethan shook his head indulgently, his tone a mix of helplessness and amusement. "Give me some face in front of an old friend." She playfully slapped him. "What face? Aren't you going to introduce us?" "Lily Parker, we're old friends," Ethan said, holding her hand before turning to Lily. "Madeline Foster, my nurse... and also my girlfriend."

My grip on the coffee mug tightened. They looked snug, didn't they?, chirped, the joyful voice of the entertainment broke on the air went on. This has happened before, the partners of this company have been found to resemble a power couple rather than coworkers. What does Ethan’s fiancée, Sophia Greenwood, think about this?” Ethan and Rachel at the photoshoot, standing close during their presentation, walking out of last night’s event. Each image felt like a punch to the gut. I grabbed my phone, scrolling furiously through social media. My heart thumped when I came across a f******k page describing the erotic chemistry between Ethan and Rachel. The comments were even worse.

“Dad, can you accompany mom for a moment? I’m just going out to talk with Izza...” Ethan spoke straightforwardly. His parents were aware of them and he hadn't had any reason to hide it from them that he wants to see his girlfriend. It was reasonable, to be honest!

Ethan stood tall and immaculate in a tailored suit, with his arm wrapped around an exquisitely dressed woman whom she recognized at first glance. Celeste Moore. A beautiful and brilliant medical scientist. Ethan’s first love. The woman whom he’d never been able to forget about, and quite literally the one he lived for. The woman who was more capable and pleasing than his own ordinary wife, huddled at home. Aurora started breathing hard, the sound oppressive in the quiet sitting room. In the image, Celeste was reaching up to plant a kiss on Ethan’s cheeks. That was not the reason why Aurora’s eyes blurred with tears, or why her hands clenched tightly around the vial that it almost broke.

An unknown voice made my gaze move back from Chris. "Chase" The man introduced himself. He was above average looking. "Skylar " I offered my hand and he kissed it. Nothing happened. There were zero sparks. Chase put his hand on the small of my back and we headed to the dance floor. We danced for some minute, with casual chatting. His touch did not even affect me or was I so stupid to not feel anything? I wondered. "Mind if I cut in ?" Ethan came from nowhere and asked Chase politely to get lost.

She is clearly having a good time dancing and drinking but what made him mad is not the idea of her drinking for the first time, but it is the view of her grinding and laughing at someone behind her back. Ethan snatched the phone from his classmate's hands before scrolling down and watching every tagged photo and video of her girlfriend. He never keeps social media so he never knows that these photos existed. Videos of his girlfriend shaking her ass and dancing around are circulating the media, her photos with her cousin show how she dressed during the vacation. He stopped scrolling and curse under his breath when he saw one of the photos where she is only wearing a bikini at a foam party. S

He simply watched her, one finger tapping slowly against the crystal tumbler of scotch in his other hand. He knew exactly who she was. His stepson Ethan’s girlfriend of eight months. The girl who posted gym selfies in sports bras that barely contained her heavy tits. The one who “accidentally” sent Ethan nudes while he was in meetings with Alexander. The one Ethan bragged about fucking—loudly, crudely—over family dinners until Alexander had to excuse himself to the study to stroke his thickening cock to the mental image of her bent over. Tonight Ethan was in Dubai on a business trip Alexander had personally assigned him.

It’s safe to say that he had always been an intimidating person even though he was the sweetest guy I knew. “How’s Ethan holding up?” she asked as soon as we stepped out of the classroom. My steps wavered. “He’s not well. I mean, his first girlfriend cheated on him with his own best friend. He seems he can handle it, but I know he is not okay.” I smiled. “I am planning to cheer him tonight.” “What do you have in mind? Red lace lingerie? Candles? Foreplay?” she asked. “Shhh, Katherine. You know I didn’t mean it like that.” I shook my head to clear out the images forming in my head. “I’ll need your help with this because we won’t be home tonight.”

Then, to add fire to the already blazing heat, the girl leaned in and kissed Ethan on the cheek before patting his chest and leaving with a little wave. Marcus was about to storm over there and ask what the hell was going on, but it seemed Ethan wasn’t interested in talking at all because he had already turned and walked off toward class without a second glance. By lunch break the rumor had exploded. Ethan was dating Whitney. Or Britney. Marcus could care less what her name was. Apparently they met over the weekend and someone had seen them on a date together at some diner. Pictures were already circulating in group chats — Ethan and the girl smiling, her hand on his arm, them laughing over