Passion Ethan And Theresa Novels & Stories

Even though she received compensation, Lisa still felt frustrated and uncomfortable about being fired by Ethan without a valid reason and without persuasion. Ethan gazed intently at Ula, who was lying on the bed, still sound asleep. Ula's face seemed to exude tranquility, and her lips were incredibly seductive, stirring intense emotions within Ethan. Deep down in his soul and heart, Ethan wanted to treat Mila (Ula) kindly and gently. However, in the end, his ego prevailed and easily triumphed in the fierce internal struggle.

She didn't know when her eyes started raining tears. "It's Dorcas I love and I'm glad she loves me too. I've loved her since the first time I set my eyes on her. I thought she wouldn't reciprocate my love but thank God she does," Nath confessed with a broad smile. "I love you very much, Dorcas," Nath said, gathering her in his arms. "I love you too, Nath," Dorcas replied and hugged him tightly. She withdrew and looked up at him. "For her to know that you only love me and not her, kiss me so passionately and let her see to believe," Dorcas seduced.

“He put his ambitions over his good sense and his wolf. And see where it got him.” It got him banished. He lost everything. What would happen to Leo, and to me, if I ignored my wolf's wishes? Would I become as bitter and unhappy as my father? My wolf, naturally, offered no advice. She'd made her opinion known, and now she waited to see what I would choose. “On the subject of accepting courtships,” Ethan said, “Tessa, would you take a walk with me? Please?” “Oh, um, yes, sure.” I accepted Ethan's arm and let him lead me out of the manor and through the garden.

“Understood.” When the screen went black, I let the quiet swallow me again. The storm outside had broken, rain slamming against the glass like restless fingers. I recalled Leena—her resilience, her empathy, her talent for transforming any boardroom into a battleground. She resembled her mother more than she understood. And Ethan… I could sense the passion between them, even through the distant view of a surveillance camera. He adored her. That was his vulnerability. However, it could also be the sole reason for her survival in this situation.

“You’re doing the right thing. Focus on your career and those beautiful babies. You’ve built something incredible in three years.” I smile, but later that night I lie awake, hand on my stomach, remembering the night Ethan first took me after the drug. The raw hunger. The way he lost control and claimed me in every room. The passion that felt so real in the moment but proved hollow in the end. ETHAN’S POV Another week passes with no new leads. My team is frustrated. I am more so. It is as if she doesn't go to the hospital to visit her father because she has'nt

Ethan thought maybe if he could make small moves, Levi might melt down his wall, but it only strengthened. He tried everything, from putting his hand on his knee, to innocently touching him, or running his fingers through his hair – to finally gathering the courage to try to kiss them. But what hope could have been left for Ethan when he saw Levi panic and step away from his kiss? It made him feel dirty. It made him feel embarrassed. He felt like he was trying to entice Levi into a relationship without him wanting to be in one. That’s what his father told him he did. That is what his ex-boyfriend’s mother told him he did to her son. Maybe they were all telling him the truth – maybe Ethan for

"Leave that up to me. I can find someone for the right price to play along. Somebody good-looking enough to pass for Bernice's lover." That rush came again as the spike in his mind came down for, "This is going to work. We'll have her cornered and Rafael will see her for what she is. By the time we're through with her, it will be her on her knees, begging for forgiveness." They both laughed, and they sounded very loud still in the confinement of the bedroom. "But this is gonna be fun, Ethan. I can't wait to see her face when everything starts blowing up." Ethan chuckled again, as if crazed. Bitterness that hounded him before now dripped from the rim of his twisted euphoria of satisfaction. "

She had crossed the line into his world, and now there was no turning back for either. "Both of you, get out," Ethan ordered Big Tom and Rowan, his voice tight with emotion. The two men exchanged glances before quietly exiting the room, leaving Ethan and Sasha alone. As soon as the door closed, Ethan pressed her against the wall, his hands exploring her body as if to reassure himself that she was still there, still his. He kissed her with a fierceness that spoke of his fear, his anger, and his love. His hand tore at her top, revealing the soft skin beneath. But as he moved, the pain from his wound shot through him like a knife, and he let out a sharp cry.

"It was supposed to be nothing. Just a moment of anger, a way to shut her up when she was being particularly infuriating." "And?" "And it was..." Ethan paused, searching for the right words. "It was like nothing I've ever experienced. Like touching a live wire. For those few seconds, I forgot about Lisa, forgot about Adrian, forgot about everything except how she felt in my arms." "That doesn't sound like hate to me," Tristan observed quietly. "It has to be." Ethan's voice was firm, but there was an undertone of desperation that he couldn't quite hide. "It has to be hate, because if it's anything else, then I'm even more screwed than I thought."

As she moved closer to Ethan, her arms intertwining with his, Camila's heart sank further. Ethan mustered a polite response, acknowledging Nathalie's chosen path. "That's quite an impressive career choice," he replied, his tone polite but guarded. Nathalie, eager to engage Ethan, probed further. "Have you seen me on TV?" she asked a glimmer of curiosity in her eyes. Ethan, honest but detached, confessed that he had been too preoccupied with work and had little time for television, except for financial news. Camila's heart shattered as she observed Nathalie's possessive hold on Ethan, his passive compliance amplifying her sense of heartbreak and exclusion.