His Drama Queen

Nicole Vargas

I woke up when sun rays kissed my face. I let out a yawn and stretched out. The bed felt like heaven and I had a really good sleep. I’m so excited about today because I got to see the rest of the mansion, including the ranch. I quickly went to take a shower and while I was still blow-drying my hair, I heard a soft knock on my door.

“Come in!” I yelled, assuming it was Lila with breakfast. I was starving and couldn’t wait to eat some of Lila’s delicious food.

“Good morning.”

I froze instantly when I heard the voice. I turned around and my eyes turned wide like saucers. “Ethan? I thought you were in Arizona?”

Ethan was standing in front of my doorway dressed in a black Armani suit. His hair was neatly combed and his hazel-green eyes were scanning my room. He looked so handsome like he just stepped out of a photoshoot. “I just arrived. The meeting was this morning.”

“It’s still morning,” I said rolling my eyes.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

He raised his eyebrows up in amusement. “Are you sure about that? It’s already in the afternoon, princess.”

I put my blow dryer down and checked my phone. Damn, he was right. It was already passed twelve in the afternoon. “Oh.”

“Yes, Oh. Anyways, I just want to let you know. Lila is not always here. She only cooks occasionally, most of the time I make my own food.”

“Why?” I asked in disbelief. I still can’t believe, he didn’t have a cook. “She told me last night you like to have choices. She prepared so much food.”

Ethan rolled his eyes. “Her cooking is delicious, so that’s why I ask her to do that. And it’s part of her job, she gets paid for it. But that only happens like once or twice in a month.”

“Why not every day? You are loaded!” I can’t believe it. He can afford everything and he still chooses to cook on his own. I don’t know where he gets the time to do that.

“Because I am capable of cooking for myself! Now, I already had breakfast and lunch. There are eggs, bread, vegetables, etcetera in the kitchen. Just go take a look and see what you can do.”

“What?! What do you mean?” I asked wide-eyed. He isn’t asking me to cook my own food right? “Ethan, I cannot cook!”

“You can’t even prepare brunch?!” He yelled out in disbelief.

“Of course not!” I said, rolling my eyes. I never cooked. Ever. It was either Carolina or my mom. Mostly my mom. “That’s not my job.”

“Well, here it will be unless you want to starve to death.” He said.

“But I cannot cook!” I huffed annoyed. Can’t he understand?

“Then you will learn. There’s youtube and google. Use it!” Ethan turned around and walked out of my room.

I let out an annoyed groan. This will definitely turn into a disaster. Youtube and google or not helpful if it comes to me and cooking. I combed my hair and applied moisturizer for my face and walked downstairs, to the kitchen.

The kitchen was clean except for the sink. There was an empty plate with bread crumbs in it, which I’m guessing is from Ethan.

I opened the fridge and saw eggs, juice, bacon, and vegetables. I stand in front of the fridge for a while and decided to make some scrambled eggs.

I saw my mom making it a couple of times so I hope I’ll not mess it up. I looked around in the kitchen. I found the frying pan and the spatula in the dishwasher.

I placed the frying pan on the stove and it took me a good ten minutes to figure out how to turn it on. Then I poured some oil in the pan. It made a hissing sound.

Oops, I accidentally poured too much oil in the pan. Now it looks like I’m going to make soup. I hope it’s not bad.

I broke the eggs and it immediately went into the pan. Suddenly the whole kitchen was filled with smoke. What the hell?!

How did that happen?!

I coughed and grabbed the towel to throw it over the pan to stop the smoke from coming.

The whole towel went up in flames. What the hell!

Shit! I forgot the stove was already on. Oh god! Oh god!

The fire alarm started to go off and that’s when I started to panic!

“Oh god! Help! Help!” I yelled out trying to get out of the kitchen, but the only thing I could see was smoke, smoke, and more smoke. What if no one hears me?

I yelled louder. “Help! Oh god! Help!”

“What the fuck happened here?!” Ethan appeared out of nowhere with a fire extinguisher and immediately extinguished the fire.

He opened the windows in the kitchen so the smoke could go away. “What the hell were you trying to do?”

“Cook?” I replied in a small voice. I was still shaking and coughing. I grabbed the dining table for support because my knees were shaking badly.

“Cook?! You were trying to put my kitchen on fire!” He said raucous and climbed on the kitchen counter to turn off the fire alarm. When the kitchen was finally cleared, he looked at the pan on the stove. “Were you trying to make soup in a pan?”

“Of course not! I’m not that dumb! I accidentally poured too much oil in the pan. I wanted to make scrambled eggs.”

“Scrambled eggs?! You almost burned my kitchen down because of scrambled eggs?! You seriously need some cooking classes!” He snapped while placing the pan in the sink.

“I told you I couldn’t cook!” I yelled out angrily. Tears were brimming in my eyes. No one ever yelled at me. “Why are you so mean?!”

“Goddamit Nicole! I’m not mean! You can’t even make scrambled eggs? That’s a fucking shame!” Ethan turned the water on and looked back at me annoyed, angry, and pissed.

Now I felt so attacked. Who the hell does he think he is? He’s only supposed to watch after me and here he is insulting me. “You have no right to insult me Ethan!” I screamed, tears falling down my cheeks. God, I hated that I cry when I’m angry.

I walked out of the kitchen and hurried back to my room. I was so angry that he yelled at me for something I couldn’t do. I warned him already and he still didn’t listen to me.

I sat on the bed and sobbed softly. I was starving, but I didn’t want to go downstairs and face Ethan anymore. I was so angry with him.

Maybe I could go to the ranch. I slipped on my shoes and quietly sneaked out of the mansion. I could still hear that Ethan was in the kitchen doing god knows what.

The ranch smelled so fresh, I could hear the soft snorting from the horses. I felt so at peace here. I walked into the horse barn and I could see three beautiful Arabian horses.

My eyes widened as I saw the horse on the far left.

“Arrow.”

How did she end up with Ethan as her owner?