Ethan Fair Novels & Stories

Well, reasons known only to him. Ethan is known as a player. Some said that he is arrogant. What do you expect from a young man who just turned Thirty recently and has acquired so much wealth at his age? He is the most successful businessman and also the wealthiest. He is known as a ladies' man as the elite women will always swarm around him. He is not just wealthy. He is very handsome. He is six-foot-three and very fair in complexion. Deep Brown hair. Blue eyes, pink lips and physic that is mind-blowing. No woman can resist his charm.

“I don’t like you being in the middle of things you don’t understand,” Middle of what? Before I could press further, a smooth voice interrupted. “Adrian. I was wondering when you’d show.” Tall. Blond. A tailored suit that probably cost more than my flight here. He was confident in a way that didn’t need permission. Ethan Grey. Larry’s cousin. Investor. The type of man who made rooms feel like playgrounds. “Ethan,” Adrian replied, clearly annoyed with his presence but barely showing it. Ethan’s eyes shifted to me.

I bet Ethan and him were both carved from the same gigolo stone. “And who might you be?” He asked eyeing me up. Somehow I didn't like the guy so much anymore. “I would be ‘none of your businesses!” I said with a big smile plastered on my face. “Feisty, eh?” he gave me a smirk and a wink. “I’m loving it. Nice catch, Ethan.” “What catch? She’s just another student of mine, pestering me for more info and grades.” Ethan's voice was so cold and emotionless that it threw me off guard. I tried my level best not to let it show on my face.

I stared forward, looking at the person that stood in front of me, a person really dear to me. Ethan was dressed in a white suit that made him look so handsome. His hair was slicked back, making him look like those mafia bosses from Italy. He stretched out his hands and pulled me gently away from Mrs. Thompson’s. I walked and stood in front of him, with a pastor standing in front of us.

“Killian Cole Stone. Billionaire, boardroom tyrant, breaker of global records. And yet, somehow manages to dress like a catalog ad.” “Killian turned, grinning for the first time that day. “Ethan?” Ethan Caldwell, Killian’s best friend from childhood, sauntered in. All ease and charisma, dressed in a navy open-collar shirt and jeans. He spread his arms wide.’ “Surprise,” Ethan said. “Heard about your latest win. Figured that was my excuse to leave the European chaos and come breathe real air again.” Killian crossed the room and pulled him into a brief hug. “When did you get back?”

“Ethan’s not chaos. He’s...Ah…lively.” “Lively?” I snorted. “That’s an understatement. Are we talking about the same guy who thought it was hilarious to fill my shoes with mayonnaise? It squelched. Squelched, Mr. Wright.” Mr. Wright laughed, low and warm, leaning back on his elbows. “You make it sound like I signed up for a prison sentence. Ethan’s a good guy. A bit... colorful, sure, but solid.” “Colorful? That’s generous,” I muttered. “ He is the one who thought it was hilarious to replace my shampoo with glitter gel? My hair sparkled for weeks.”

“Did you look for me after you regained your memory?” Ethan chuckled lightly, but there was no humor in it. “If I didn’t look for you, Lauren, why am I here with you?” She slowly lifted her gaze to meet his. “Who really are you, Ethan?” He rolled his eyes and took another bite. “I’m Ethan Whitmore.” She cleared her throat. “So… you found your father. And now he’s the famous businessman, Raymond Whitmore.” He nodded, smirking faintly. “Sounds good, huh?”

The cold glass feels good against my palm, and I take a long sip… bubbles burn my throat, but it’s better than the tightness that’s been building there all day. “Not a fan of champagne?” I turn to find Ethan standing beside me, his bass guitar resting against his hip. He’s shed the velvet jacket, leaving him in just the white shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing forearms dusted with dark hair. “I’m not a fan of parties,” I say, taking another sip. “Or surprises. Or people who think they can fix things by buying expensive dresses and big cakes.” “Fair enough.” He grins, taking a flute from the tray as the waiter passes by again. “Though for the record, I think the cake is a waste

I think, not asking anyone in particular as I ponder this. "That's fine. You have to hurry up then. As we have only an hour left for lunch," Simon replies, not happy with Ethan's stubbornness to speak with me, while I stand up to leave the office just after I have turned off my laptop. "Alright. Hey, Pretty. As I was saying before he interrupted us, I am Ethan Godson, the CEO of E and G Entertainment and record labels. I am sure that you're aware of that?" Ethan brags, and I frown.

He wanted to make it his secret hideaway. “Carter won't stop talking about how his mares are going to love the mountain air and how he wants to add an arena for training or something like that.” He took a sip of wine. “I just smile and nod, and it makes him happy.” Laura chuckled. “You know Mr. Williamson?” The man nodded. “I work with him at the California offices.” He smiled and held out a hand. “I'm Ethan, by the way.” “Laura,” she said, taking the handshake. It was firm and strong, much like she imagined him to be under that suit. She liked the way her hand felt in his and was almost sad when they had to end the handshake.