His Drama Queen novel Chapter 9

I applied a minimum of makeup and curled my hair. I slipped into a pair of five-inch stilettos, grabbed my bag and made my way downstairs.

Ethan was already waiting at the door, impatiently tapping with his shoe on the white tiled floor. "You're five minutes late!" He hissed and opened the door so I could pass.

I just rolled my eyes. "It's called fashionably late Ethan."

I stepped in the car and Ethan sat next to me. This time we didn't have a driver. "Who's going to dri---," I stopped halfway because Ethan took a seat behind the steering wheel. "Oh."

"I drive the Bentley and the Lamborghini, I only have a driver for the Rolls Royce. That's the car I use when I need to transport my visitors," he said when he saw the confused expression on my face.

"Oh." was all I could say.

Ethan turned on the engine and we drove away. "You'll get a car too. I don't want you to be dependent on me."

"Which one will I get?" I asked curiously.

"Probably a Porsche. I hope you know how to drive." he gave me a side glance and I just rolled my eyes. I may not know how to cook, but I know how to drive.

"I don't want a Porsche. I want a Jeep." I said, I don't like the Porsche. I'm just being honest. If he buys something for me, he better make sure I like it.

"It's not what you want, It's what you need," Ethan replied through gritted teeth.

"I need a Jeep."

Ethan let out an annoyed groan. "I'm so tired of your attitude. Can't you change it a slight bit?"

I huffed. "Why should I need to change my attitude for you? You're not that important."

"You're living in my house," he stated.

"Oh and? You suggested it to my father. I only came because this is the only way for me to see the world." I stared out the window and watch the skyscrapers pass. I don't think I'll ever get enough of New York.

"We're here," Ethan said curtly as he parked the car. "If you're done, give me a call."

I stepped out of the car and eyed the big glass building. I confidently walked inside and was greeted by a beautiful red-haired girl. "Good morning, you must be Miss Vargas. Mrs. Athena is waiting for you inside." She accompanied me to Mrs. Athena's office and knocked twice before opening the door. "Mrs Athena, Miss Vargas has arrived."

I entered the office and a woman with silver-gray hair and kind eyes greeted me. "Welcome Miss Vargas, please take a seat."

I took a seat in front of her desk. "Thank you for having me today Mrs. Athena."

"Oh it's a pleasure," she said. "Mr. Gray is a very good friend of mine and he told me that you are a very great and dedicated fashion designer."

"He did?" I asked surprised. I can't believe Ethan did that for me.

"I'm doing very well, Ethan." She said. "I must say, your girlfriend here is very talented. She will become the next Tommy Hilfiger."

I cleared my throat. "I---uhmm I am not his girl---,"

Ethan interrupted me and smiled warmly at me. "I know, Rose. She's very talented. I'm blessed to have her in my life."

My eyes widened. What the hell?

Nicole Vargas

"You better explain to me why I suddenly became your girlfriend. Do I need to remind you what had happened earlier this morning?"

The moment we were alone I started firing questions at Ethan. I was so confused and lost when he opened his mouth in front of Mrs. Athena and I suddenly became his loving girlfriend. We were already five minutes in the car and he didn't even bother to answer me. Jerk.

Ethan drove silently through the busy streets of New York. He ignored all my questions and glares. How can someone be immune to my glares. My glares were deadly.

"Want something to eat?" He asked as if I hadn't just asked a question. He looked at me amusingly. "Anger suits you, princess."

At this point I was about to burst out in anger. I hated when someone thought that I was cute when I was actually silently planning their death. Ethan from years ago was way easier to figure out, than current Ethan. But still, I love and hate him at the same time. And why is he acting like this? Or is he like this? "Why didn't you tell her that you are with Veronika huh? She's girlfriend material, isn't she?"

Ethan looked at me and frowned. His expression was unreadable. "Veronika? Girlfriend? Seriously, you believe in the rumors?"