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"The first person who smiles to me on campus, you'd kill them with your stare." Ethan chuckled. "I've never had a boyfriend like you." "Have you ever had a boyfriend or girlfriend?" Adrian asked. Ethan nodded. "Yeah. A girlfriend. We were together from 11th grade until our freshman year of college. Then she found me too boring because I didn't mark her, and she met another, hotter alpha. So we parted ways amicably." Adrian's eyes widened. "So she's also attending St. Dominic?" "Yes. You must know her. Lidya Marcus," Ethan said. "The head basketball cheerleader."

Lucas Saville smirked, leaning back casually. "Well, if it isn’t Young Boss. So, how's my little sister taste?" Ethan Luciano chuckled, his tone careless. "Looks all sweet and innocent, but in bed? She’s a total freak in the sheets." Lucas’s eyes glinted. "So should I call her my little sister or my future sister-in-law?" Ethan frowned, shaking his head. "Future sister-in-law? Nah. She’s just practice. I’m trying to hook up with the cheer captain, Sylvia Dawson, but I don’t want her thinking I’m clueless in bed. Cynthia Saville’s just a warm-up."

Marcus treated her so well, but she broke up with him over something trivial and immediately latched onto the wealthier Ethan Roberts. "According to insiders, she and Ethan knew each other for years. She might have been in contact with him while dating Marcus. "Poor Marcus Harrison got played." At the end, the post included a photo of me holding Ethan's arm with the caption, "Is this what she calls 'true love'? She just wants his money." The post already had thousands of comments, with most calling me a "scheming bitch" and "gold digger." I laughed coldly. "Trace the IP address."

She looked me up and down. “Right.” Ethan said, still looking a little awkward. “Mia, this is Victoria Sinclair. Victoria, this is Mia, my girlfriend.” “Nice to meet you.” I extended my hand to hers. She smiled politely but didn’t shake. “Girlfriend?” Victoria said with her jaw practically on the floor. “Ethan Black, I’m stunned.” Ethan said nothing. He seemed to be unphased and unamused by her. She didn’t seem to care that he was practically begging her to leave with his body language. She just kept on talking.

" He said to me. We have nothing to discuss." I spun around but he blocked my path. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" I screamed. Ethan has a girlfriend." He stated, clutching my shoulders. I scowled. Perhaps his girlfriend wasn't available to accompany him to this event I suppose. "Ethan and Kayla have been together for many years. Everyone is aware of that. So quit pursuing him... people might view you as a desperate person. Chasing after him? Pathetic person?

crystal chandeliers, live music, executives in tuxedos mingling with champagne flutes in hand. I'd arranged for the massive contract with Sinclair Group to land on Ethan's desk earlier that day, signed under an anonymous holding name. No one knew it was me. Not yet. I spotted Ethan across the room, tall and commanding in his tailored tuxedo, laughing with a group of board members. His eyes found mine almost immediately, lighting up with that predatory warmth I'd come to crave. He excused himself and strode over, pulling me into his arms without hesitation. "There's my beautiful girlfriend," he murmured against my ear before kissing me deeply, right there in front of everyone. His lips were f

When he laughed, the sound cut cleanly through the noise—and somehow landed directly in Ethan’s stomach. Ethan looked away immediately. He’d spent two years perfecting the art of not staring at Noah Reyes. The golden boy had a girlfriend—Lila Voss. Cheer captain. Blonde, bright, I*******m-perfect. She appeared at every game in the front row and wrapped herself around Noah afterward like she belonged there. Everyone knew they were the campus it-couple. Everyone except Ethan’s traitorous body, which still heated every time Noah walked past the law building. Because Noah Reyes was impossible.

"And I completely understand if you say no, but I'm kind of desperate here." "What is it?" "Last Christmas," Ethan said, "I made a bet with my cousins. I said I'd have a girlfriend by this summer. If I didn't, I'd have to be their servant for their entire stay: cooking, cleaning, running errands, whatever they want." Jems raised her eyebrows. "And do you have a girlfriend?" "No," Ethan admitted. "I mean, not officially. Not yet. Which is why I need your help." "Ethan, what are you asking?"

He said, dropping the glass on a nearby stool. That tone. Alexander’s chest tightened. “What is it?” he asked. Ethan didn’t answer immediately. “I went to Colorado for the investors,” he said slowly. “You know that.” “Yes,” Alexander replied, impatience flickering beneath his eyes. “And while I was there,” Ethan continued, choosing each word like it was a bomb “I saw someone.” Alexander’s jaw clenched. “Ethan, don’t do this.” The suspense wasn't helping. “I saw Rosa.”

I deliberately asked, "Do you need me to come along?" Ethan immediately cut me off, as if afraid I would cause a scene. "No. My secretary will come along. It's an important client meeting, and I don't need you getting in the way." He walked toward the bathroom, tossing his phone onto the table as he passed. The moment the bathroom door clicked shut, his phone lit up. The screen displayed Anna Lane's profile picture, which was a plate of cookies. Ironically, I had made those cookies for Ethan last Christmas as a handmade gift after he begged me to. He must have given them to Anna as a gesture, and she used them as her profile photo.