Cameron Table Ethan Allen 소설 & 이야기

𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 I step into Elena—or rather, Aretha's path just as she tries to make a quick getaway from the room. The expression on her face pulls an amused smirk from me as I stop right in front of her, my stance completely calm and nonchalant as I shove both of my hands into my pants pocket, my gaze resting heavily on her.

"But he must be dating someone. Aren't you interested in anyone else?" As Kristen tried to look cool, his elbow slipped off the table, and he fell right off his chair. Anastasia burst into laughter, and even Sylvia smiled. Sylvia might have liked Kristen if he were very rich, but her eyes were only on Damien Blackwood. While they were talking, Ethan felt his phone vibrate. He checked it and saw a text from "Grumpy Old Man." DONE WITH EXAM? Ethan almost laughed. He couldn't believe Damien was texting in all capital letters. He replied immediately:

"Now is not a good time-" Just then, Leo took a deep inhalation. By the stony expression on his face, I’d guess he’d matched the scents. "Why not? You don't look busy?" he replied. "She doesn't want to talk to you," Leo said, stepping slowly closer. "Sorry who are you and what the fuck are you doing with my girl?" Cameron asked. My eyes widened. Oh god, oh god. I prayed for hell not to break loose but I heard Leo take a deep breath as every muscle in his body tensed.

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

She wanted to respond, but stopped when they heard a scream from the study. She and Alex shared a glance before they rushed to the study. When they entered, they stumbled upon the scene of Elle bawling her eyes out while questioning Damien on why he was still writing to Ariel. Damien just sat on his chair, staring blankly like what he was watching had nothing to do with him. Alex growled as Jasmine went to comfort Elle. "Damien l! Why the hell would you treat Elle like this? She is carrying your child for heaven's sake!" Alex yelled. Damien just kept looking at them without a change in expression.

Cameron responded in a low voice. He was laid shirtless on his bed, with his arms folded across his face, while he filled his head with random thoughts. "Hence, the reason why we came over here to make you feel more like yourself" Ethan spoke, walking through the door with a crate of beer. A smirk appeared on Cameron's face as he sprung to his feet, grabbing a cup, while filling it up with liquor. "Most times I hate you guys" He said. "The feeling's mutual, dude" Wess replied, getting up from a couch which was by a corner of the room.

" He rambled on and on until Ethan turned around. Ethan was fuming, like a volcano ready to erupt. It was then that Cameron came to a realization and stopped talking. "Well, then. Tell me," said Ethan. He sounded frail. "What should I do?" Seeing how Ethan never retaliated even after all that he said, Cameron knew that their powerful Alpha had totally fallen head over heels for me. "Have you tried to put in more effort to court her?" Although Cameron knew it wasn't something Ethan would've done, he asked anyway. Ethan nodded and hummed in acknowledgment. Cameron was so shocked he almost bumped his head against the wall. After forcing himself to calm down, he asked, "Have you given her any pr

It’s not like he was encouraging him or participating. “Ah, there you are,” Cameron stepped over the garden bed, up onto the other side of the railing, hooking his toes on the edge of the porch floorboards, and leaning over the handrail. “Sorry,” he added his eyes dropping to where Ethan’s hand rested on Rhett’s thigh, and then meeting Rhett’s. He raised his eyebrows. “Didn’t realize you were eating.” Rhett dragged his tongue over the wound, sealing it and lifted his head. “Just finished. What’s up?” He felt Ethan sag in disappointment.

“If that’s the case, fine. I’ll give you more time. I’ll hang up now.” “Hm.” “I love you, darling. I love you so, so much, Daren.” Daren didn’t answer, feeling as if he was being watched from inside the room. “I just hope Liora didn’t hear my conversation with Camelia earlier,” he muttered softly, hoping. On the other side, the door of a luxurious house had just opened. Ethan stepped inside with a flat expression. His suit was still neat, but his eyes were empty—tired with something he couldn’t name. Just as he put the keys down, footsteps followed from the living room.