Ethan Grey Novels & Stories

The air hits me hard once I got out. I take a deep breath, then raise my hand and flag down a cab that’s just pulling past the entrance. It stops. I climb in immediately. “Where to?” the driver asks. “My house,” I say. “Forlorn Estate.” The car pulls away. I lean back against the seat, my head pounding, my arm throbbing, my entire body aching, but my anger keeps me upright. Ethan wanted to play dangerous? Fine. He has officially touched the inner demon of Riley Grayson, CEO of Grayson Holdings.

wow. "Wow. When Mr. Gray brought in his brother last week they said his wife was in labor," I say as I remove the cuff and jot down her blood pressure. "Yes. Tabitha had her daughter last week and then Mariah had her daughter two days ago. It has been a busy week for all of us... It's so strange to hear someone call Fin Mr. Gray," Carmen says with a giggle, and my smile grows. So his nickname is Fin. The carefree-sounding name doesn't fit his stoic persona at all, in my opinion. Mr. Gray sounds more suitable. Then again, when he had spoken to her, he had sounded gentle and kind. Maybe he gets that from being a dad.

William asked, immediately answered by a grin from Ethan. ** Ethan Blackwood, a tall and tan-skinned man with a friendly face, was a mix of Hispanic and English heritage. His height was almost the same as Greys. The difference was that Ethan had a more muscular physique due to specialized training. His job as a bodyguard had taught him various martial arts skills. Ethan was the son of William, the head butler at Grey's house. They were childhood friends but had been separated since high school when Ethan chose to attend a boarding school far from the city.

I could only stare as he shook hands with Victor and Ethan, his voice low and commanding as he greeted them. Then his gaze moved across the room… and landed on me. For one long, terrifying second, our eyes met. I saw a flicker of something cross his face, confusion, recognition, something he couldn’t quite place. His brow furrowed slightly, as if he was trying to remember where he had seen me before. Ethan stepped forward smoothly. “Mr. Grey, this is Elena Voss from Harrington’s. She’s the personal assistant we’ve selected to support the operational review.”

I imagine my cum dripping down his lips as he gazes into my eyes. Perfect masterpiece, isn't it? “Fuck.” It's me this time, because I can barely handle my arousal. My cock grows to a bigger size down there. I can't take my eyes off Ethan. He's beautiful, especially when he keeps groaning my name like the sweetest thing on his lips. He lets out a deep breath and groans hard as his white cum spills on the wall like a damn firework. My fingers grip the door and his eyes fly open. “Mr. Mr….Grey!” Ethan freezes, eyes widening, body still shaking from his release. He takes a step backwards, grabs a towel to cover up, but I still keep watching him. I take off my shirt and stalk forward, still holdi

Ariana pov Ethan’s presence filled the doorway like he owned the entire world, which, considering his wealth, he probably did. He looked impossibly composed in his black tuxedo, every line was perfectly tailored to his frame. “Everyone out,” he said quietly, but the way he said it left absolutely no room for argument. “But Ethan…” Mom started. “ Now.” The photographer packed his equipment with record speed. The makeup artist grabbed her brushes. Even Mom seemed to understand this wasn’t a request.

His gray eyes softened a little, and his thumb brushed my swollen lips. "Get in the car." "We're not done." He parked his sleek black car at the end of the alley. I got into the passenger seat, my heart racing and my butt sore and sticky. The city lights blurred by as he drove, but my mind raced back to Jax. He wasn't just a flirt; he had saved my life more than once. I had flashbacks to my first week at Inferno, when I messed up a pole routine and the crowd booed. Jax, who was 25, had ripped arms covered in tattoos and a cocky grin.

Across the street, standing perfectly still among the gathering crowd, was an elderly man in a dark coat with Gray hair and Piercing blue eyes. The same face I had seen only hours earlier in Alexander's confidential file. **Ethan Graves.** He smiled. Then he tipped his hat... before disappearing into the crowd.

The Alpha smiled as he stood up from his seat walking slowly towards me. "I..." I shuttered not knowing what to say seeing the Alpha walk towards me. "Evelyn, no need to bother about formalities, just call me Ethan." The Alpha smiled immediately when he got to me. "I...." I shuttered feeling rather confused wondering why the Alpha was acting rather strangely. Did he fall in love with me at first sight or what the hell was happening?

he stepped away from my chubby hands trying to reach for his phone. I pouted and resigned myself. The pictures were really sexy. I really don't take pictures but I think I should try , I look good in them. We talked for a while with drinks in hand. I was having a blast . Till my eyes met a certain someone. "What is he doing here?" I stared at Ethan in shock. In awe at how hot he looked and in slight pain at his close proximity with a beautiful red haired beauty. He was dressed in black pants and matching knee length jacket. He wore gloves; his smoking thick gelled hair stood out . His eyes were like the storm , the grey blazed in the night making me shiver.