His tuxedo, tailored to perfection, cooperated with every graceful movement he made. Thisfabric differed greatly from the clothes he wore the previous week, which smelled cheap andwere used even for special occasions. Ethan swore this tuxedo was limited as he stood beforethe mirror, admiring his broad shoulders. There was a definite difference between Ethan fromlast week and Ethan from this week.His bow tie, a silk white, added an air of class to his outfit, completing the look fit for a billionaire.He felt special. Ethan chuckled at his reflection. His flesh had certainly filled out in places henever imagined they would. Once upon a time, he was skinny and pale; now, his cheeks arerosy and plump. There weren't any blemishes or wrinkles.Ethan felt healthy. Why wouldn't he when he was living his dreams? Yesterday’s breakfast eventmade him smile more. Dish after dish had been served until Ethan couldn't eat anymore. Whenhe whined about being set up, the old man muttered som
At first, they didn't notice Herin standing at the door, observing the situation with hooded eyes.Not until he spoke.“Suzan.” Herin called carefully. Then, as if remembering a higher hierarchy was in the room,herin bowed a little. “Master Ethan.”He took a step back from Suzan. “It is time.”They both nodded, gesturing to the garage. On his way there, Ethan was a bit worried that Herinsaw what he shouldn't have. Would the old man frown on a master-servant relationship? Hewasn't sure. Suzan was a nice lady. Maybe he was going too fast.“Herin?” Ethan called once Suzan was a few steps ahead. He was sure she wouldn't hear theirconversation.The blonde turned immediately. “Yes, master Ethan?”“How long have you been standing at the door?”Herin raised an eyebrow. “I don't understand what you mean, sir.”Goodness, how Ethan failed to keep up with the twins was beyond him! They were giggly,always teasing, and the best at their jobs. Besides, the old man hired them, but there wasso
"Look, I'm not being defensive, I just don't see why it's any concern of yours.” Okay, now I ammaking it obvious, Ethan muttered under his breath.He trained for this! So why was he losing his cool? This could be a test too, he figured.Ethan took a deep breath to calm down. After all, there was nothing to hide. So what if therewas something going on between him and Suzan? He couldn't label it yet. “I don't see why it'sany concern of yours because we have other important matters to attend to.” Ethan put it insuch a nice way. He surely didn't want to offend the old man who took care of him. “We have afundraising event to attend to, don't we?”The old man sighed. “You'll be on your own at the event, but... Hmph, I am just trying to look outfor you, boy. You seem to be getting in deep with that girl.”“And what's wrong with that?” Ethan's tone was higher than he intended, yet he gave nothingaway.The old man felt he was blowing this out of proportion. He decided to bac
Paul came to the rescue, shielding Ethan from the relentless paparazzi. Ethan wanted to keepthis tuxedo clean through and through. Suzan handpicked the suit herself. She should be here,Ethan thought guiltily. It wasn't healthy for such a woman to be at home. Yes, it was her duty tokeep him professionally satisfied, yet he couldn't shake the feeling that Suzan should be herewith him."Are you missing her?" the old man inquired, gesturing towards the camera. He gave a dazzlingsmile that almost blinded Ethan.Instead of responding, Ethan sighed and rolled his eyes. If he hadn't been certain of the oldman's loyalty, it might have seemed like the old man was stealing the spotlight. He, too, raisedhis hands and smiled.He didn't know what his smile did to the paparazzi.They all swarm around him with their cameras. As the flashes of the cameras blinded him,Ethan tried to maintain his composure.“Jesus Christ!” He muttered under his breath, not used to such attention. On
As expected, the press erupted into a frenzy, their cameras clicking furiously as they tried tocapture every word.Ethan felt his smile grow. He felt a sense of satisfaction at finally taking control of the situation,even if just for a moment. Clearing his throat, he ignored the old man's curious look.Just as he entered the large hall, someone bumped into him. He just wasn't expecting thatperson to be Rebekah. Ethan threw the old man an annoyed look. He should have taken care ofher that day. What the hell was she doing here?“Oh my God!” Rebekah yelled, but then she paused at the sight of him. Her face lit up with falsecheerfulness. Ethan swore he knew what she was going to do next.Humiliate him for the other day."Ethan? If it isn't, Ethan! I fancy seeing you here. How on earth did you manage to snag aninvitation to this event?" Ethan raised an eyebrow at her overly cheery greeting. He felt repulsedwhen her gaze raked over his suit hungrily.Was that the first th
There was something about Ethan, and the people could see it. He wasn't an ordinary man whochose to go after some thief. No. He was a man who had lived among thieves before. It knewthe man's every move, and soon they were circling a large table. Ethan took a deep breath tosteady his nerves.Clever, old man, clever. Ethan had three things the others didn't have—instincts, lightningspeed, and a dramatic confrontation.The thief, on the other hand, wasn't happy with the turnout. Earlier this afternoon, he received agreat tip about some donations going on. He knew rich people cared less about donations. Healso knew that if he took the box, nothing would happen. The thief didn't expect someone likeEthan to be there at the right time. While they were thinking of escape routes, Ethan sprang intoaction with the three things he’s got. First, his instincts kicked in as he moved in the oppositedirection to intercept the thief. Not expecting it, the thief tried to jump over th
Meanwhile, desperate screams bounced off the walls of a basement."Let me go!" Suzan's voice rang out, filled with fear and desperation as she struggled againstthe grip of the mafia boss.“And why would we do that?” The Mafia boss snarled. His expression twisted into a cruel sneeras he tightened his grip on Suzan's arm.Suzan coughed out in pain. “ “What do you want from me, you brutes?”With a savage grin, the mafia boss landed a heavy blow to the side of her face, the force of theimpact sending her staggering backward. She slammed her forehead against the wall, gaspingas reddish liquid trickled down her face.“Call Ethan. Tell him we have her.” The Mafia boss instructed his minions.______________“...and your worst nightmare.” The buff man growled, pulling Ethan into a bone-crushing hug thatelicited a deep groan from the young man.Ethan didn't expect a bear hug at first glance. He swore he heard his bones crack. "Well, theregoes my suit," he grimaced, his voice
The pathway seemed to clear, revealing Sandra Walton seated at a nearby table, sipping redwine. There was no difference between the swirling reddish liquid and her dark lips. It gave hera haughty look that taunted Ethan.Her attire was impeccably tailored, and with every word she spoke, she seemed to grow moreconfident. Her piercing gaze left Ethan feeling exposed and vulnerable. It was as if she knewsomething he didn't.That unsettled him greatly.She seemed to enjoy the stunned silence that followed her statement. "You may think you're thehero of the day, Ethan, but I see right through you," Sandra declared, her tone filled with aniciness that made Ethan shiver involuntarily.He has prepared for everything, but not this. She was damn unpredictable! "You've orchestratedthis entire charade, haven't you? You're not fooling anyone with your false smiles and emptypromises."Ethan felt a cold sweat bead on his forehead as Sandra's piercing gaze bore into him, strippingaway