Ethan Cutkosky Girlfriend Mga Nobela at Kwento

"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.

My fingers trembled slightly as I reached into my bag and pulled out my phone. As I unlocked it, a flood of notifications jumped at me. Mentions. Tags. Headlines. I clicked on one. And there it was. SKYLAR MC.LAIR SPOTTED IN ROMANTIC CLINCH WITH ETHAN BUCKMAN OF ELEGANCE JEWELRY. My blood ran cold. There was a photo. A cruel, well-timed shot of Ethan pulling me into a hug outside the restaurant. On another site, there was another photo. This time, my hand hovered in the air—the moment right after I slapped him.

Ethan reached us in three long strides, jaw clenched, eyes bouncing between me and Ryans. “I saw that,” he said flatly. “You were meant to,” Ryans replied. Ethan looked like he was battling the urge to strangle his best friend. “You told me this was fake.” “It is fake,” I cut in quickly. “That was just for... the fans.” Ethan crossed his arms. “And for what? Skylar, you’re not a prop for PR stunts.” I rolled my eyes. “It was a kiss, Ethan. It’s not like we eloped.”

I sat with a piece of meat suspended on my fork, lost in thought. Ethan noticed my paralysis. “What’s occupying your mind? Has Charlie Whitaker made another move?” I took a bite, trying to sound casual. “Do you know him well?” “We shared a classroom in our youth,” Ethan answered calmly. Then, he dropped a bombshell. “Would you care to see a catalog of his previous lovers?” I choked on my food, a violent coughing fit seizing me. I slammed my fork down and drained my entire glass of water.

“Mark my words—you’ll lose everything. And when you do, the company will be mine.” He shot me a final glare before turning on his heel and storming out. I let out a shaky breath, my pulse still racing. I hadn’t even realized I was holding it in. “I didn’t know he was related to you,” I muttered, still trying to process the fact that my coworker was also Ethan’s cousin. Ethan’s expression remained unreadable. “Now you do. And it would do you well to ignore him.” I swallowed, nodding. “Who else stays here with you?” I wasn’t sure I was ready for another surprise, but at this point, what else could possibly shock me?

It was Jake, one of Ethan's friends. His gaze raised when he heard me walk closer. I had never spoken to him before actually even though we attended the same school. Ethan made sure of that. So when he smiled at me, I was surprised but equally smiled back. “Are you avoiding the party?” I asked him as I poured myself a drink. I turned to him when I was done, standing in front of him. “Nah, I just needed another beer.” He chuckled. “Yeah, me too.” “You're Iris, right? Ethan's girlfriend?”

"I meant, did you both have a relationship, or is he still cold to you?" "Elora. That night was a mistake. Ethan is still committed to his fiancée, and she came over to have lunch with him. So, you see, I cannot have a relationship with him. Ethan almost blacklisted a staff member who slapped me for accidentally stepping on her feet during lunch," I recounted, and Elora ignited her car and drove off. "Seriously? Ethan is still with his fiancée?" Elora inquired, her hold on her steering wheel tightened. I dared not tell Elora that Ethan asked me to kiss him for letting Mary go. That would make her blow things out of proportion.

"This face is too handsome!" "Ethan on a dating reality show? How miraculous!" Ethan's gaze remained fixed on Isabella as he pursed his lips. In a magnetic voice, he said, "My girlfriend is angry, so I came to beg her forgiveness." Sophia and Charles all turned to look at Isabella. In that moment, the online audience realized that Isabella's ex-boyfriend she mentioned earlier was Ethan, and he had joined the dating reality show for her!