His Drama Queen novel Chapter 8

"Really? That's very impressive." I was blown away at what she told me. I couldn't believe that she, the drama queen, won horse riding competitions. You would think that someone like her would be into beauty contest and all that sort of stuff.

But I guess Nicole is full of surprises.

"Yeah, but when he sold Arrow I never did horse riding anymore. It took me very long to get over Arrow. Is Spencer yours?" She asked.

I shook my head. "Nope, It's my uncle's, but if you want you can ride her. She's very good. She won various competitions in Monte Carlo."

Her eyes lit up and she shifted her attention back to Spencer. "Really? Wow...Mmh, Spencer maybe we should go for a ride. What do you think?"

Spencer whinnied and Nicole chuckled. She looked back at me. "Where's the gear?"

"I will show you that later, will you come eat first?" I asked, remembering that she hasn't eat yet. She lowered her eyes and turned her back at me. "I cannot cook Ethan, get it into your thick skull. I will go out later to grab myself something. Don't you worry."

I heaved a long sigh. "I... I made blueberry scones for you."

She immediately turned around and her eyes turned wide. "You did what?"

I cleared my throat and repeated, "If I wasn't clear enough, I made breakfast for you. So you better go back to the mansion and eat before it turns cold."

"Seriously, you didn't had to do it.. I---,"

I placed my finger on her lips and she immediately stopped talking. Damn, those felt really soft. I quickly removed my finger from her lips, before any other thoughts would make its way to my mind. "Go eat, Nicole. It's not healthy to skip brunch."

She gulped. "Fine, where is it?"

She followed me back to the mansion. I had put the tray with food on the table next to the pool. Her eyes immediately fell on the scones and juice on the tray. "Wow, they look delicious."

"And they are too."

She smiled up at me. A cute small smile. She looked so cute and adorable when she smiled. "Thank you." She took a bite of the scone and let out a small moan. "It's so good!"

I chuckled and sat down next to her. I put my phone next to the tray and picked a scone and ate with her.

"Where did you learn how to cook?" She asked.

"My aunt back in England taught me. She majored in culinary and she also makes wedding cakes." I told her. "Uhm, I also want to apologize for what happened earlier. I should have listened to you when you told me you couldn't cook."

"It doesn't matter what season clothes you wear. Important part is that you need to be presentable," he said focusing back on his laptop.

"It matters! What the hell! I can't meet a designer wearing last season clothes. That's so unfashionable." I scrunched up my nose at the thought of wearing last season clothes. "I rarely wear last season clothes. And by rarely I mean never!"

Ethan just ignored me and continued with his work. This is what annoys me. When people ignore me. I hate it! "Don't ignore me! Do something!"

"What the hell should I do? You have so many clothes, don't throw a tantrum about clothes!" He closed his laptop and angrily walked out of the kitchen. "If you're not finished in thirty minutes, I'll just leave you and you can forget that you'll ever be a fashion designer!"

"What!" I yelled out. Thirty minutes? Who does he think I am? The Flash? I can never get ready in thirty minutes. He's the boyfriend of the Russian model, Veronika, he should have known. It takes at least two hours to get ready. "That's not enough time! You should know since you're dating Veronika."

He turned around and glared at me. "Veronika is nothing like you!" he snapped. "She's mature. She can cook without burning the kitchen down and there are more important things in her life than clothes. You, on the other hand, I cannot say the same!"

I angrily stomped out of the kitchen. "Why do you need to insult me like that?!" I was so mad. Furious. No one ever insulted me like that. I ran back upstairs to my room.

I entered my room and closed the door with a loud bang. I was so mad. This is not good. It's not good for my skin. I calmed my breathing and tried to meditate to calm my soul down. I need to be calm. Stress can make you age faster.

When I finally calmed down, I went through my clothes to see if there was something to wear that wasn't really out of the season yet. I decided to go for a pair of denim jeans, a white shirt, and a blazer that should save the outfit. Denim never gets old, a white shirt is always a go-to. I always have a white shirt in my bag, because most of the time it can save an outfit. The blazer, on the other hand, I wore it twice last year. I never wear my clothes more than two times. But this is an emergency situation.