His Drama Queen novel Chapter 4

I let out a deep sigh. My dad was not completely wrong. And it will be just for a year. I can do it. I can live under the same roof with Ethan Gray without crushing on him. Maybe he even has a girlfriend, that would be much easier for me to keep my distance from him.

"What time will he pick me up?"

A smile crept on my mom's face. "He'll be here in three hours, so you better hurry up."

Three hours? How the hell am I going to pack in three hours?

I jumped out of bed and grabbed my suitcases from underneath my bed. I called my assistant to come and help me. It was urgent I said, since it was her day off.

When my assistant came she started packing so I could take a long bath. I poured some champagne in a glass and stepped into the bathtub that was filled with roses. I grabbed a bath bomb and put it in the water. So restful and refreshing.

I stayed in there for a while and after that I put on my bathrobe so I could do my makeup and hair. I straightened my hair and applied a minimum of makeup. I don't like to get all dolled up especially when I'm traveling. I sprayed some setting spray on my face and walked out of the bathroom.

"I already packed everything that you asked me too, do you need anything else?" My assistant asked. I shook my head and dismissed her. I can do the rest myself.

I changed into some comfy traveling clothes and walked downstairs to make myself a smoothie. My mom probably went to the art gallery, because I didn't see her car in the garage. When I entered the kitchen, Carolina, our housemaid was cleaning the kitchen counter.

"Nicole, I've heard you're leaving today," she said, turning around and hitting me with the duster in the process.

"Ugh! Linaa!" I groaned annoyed. "Watch out and yes, I'm moving to New York today."

"Ahh, so it's true. You're going with Mr Gray?" She winked at me and I rolled my eyes. She did her 'stalking' I see because otherwise she wouldn't know that Ethan turned into a greek god.

"Yes, I actually have to live with him for an entire year. Thanks to my parents." I said, sarcasm dripping from my voice.

"It will not be that bad, anyway I made your favorite smoothie. It's in the fridge."

I opened the fridge and saw a glass with my favorite strawberry-yogurt smoothie. "Thanks Lina."

She smiled at me and continued cleaning the kitchen. I walked back upstairs with my smoothie. Ethan should arrive soon. I did some last-minute packing, clean my room up, and put all my bedding and dirty clothes in the laundry room.

After I was done I heard a horn outside. "Nicole! Mr. Gray is here to pick you up!" Lina yelled from downstairs.

"Can you help me with my luggage?!" I yelled back. "Tell Vincent and Martinez too!"

Moments later Carolina, Vincent, and Martinez all helped me to bring my stuff downstairs. When I entered the living room Ethan stood there with his hands in his pockets. He wore a navy blue shirt with brown khaki pants. His hair was damp and messy, which gave him the 'I just woke up, but I still look hot' look.

His eyes.

His eyes turned big when I entered the room.

And not because of me.

He stared at my luggage, opened his mouth and closed it again. I don't know why he is so surprised. It was only eight suitcases and four carry-ons. I will be staying for a year, what did he expect?

"Those are not going to New York." He said after a while, and pointed at my stuff.

"What do you mean?" I asked. "What do I have to wear?"

I groaned out frustrated, I know I'm not going to win this argument. "UGH! FINE!"

"Are you ready to go?" Ethan asked. "Choose the suitcase you want to bring."

I pointed angrily at two suitcases and one carry on and Vincent brought it to the car for me. I turned around to my parents. "Uhm, okay goodbye. Thank you for this torture I guess."

My dad sighed. "It's not torture, it's a---"

"I know, I know."

I hugged him and then my mom. After the goodbyes I walked to the car and Ethan was already waiting for me.

I stepped in and sat down next to Ethan and let out a deep sigh as the driver turned on the engine.

This is going to be one hell of a year.

Let's just hope I'll not fall in love with the person sitting next to me.

Nicole Vargas

We arrived late at night in New York. The flight was very pleasant. Ethan didn't even bother to have a conversation with me, instead, he was busy on his laptop most likely doing his work.

A sleek black car stopped in front of the private jet. Ethan opened the door for me while he was on the phone and ushered me inside. I stepped in and he closed the door behind me.