  &quot;Ethan called, he said he wouldn't be able to make it to the dinner tonight,&quot; Charlotte announced at the dinner table, just as I took my seat.
  &quot;Poor boy, he works himself so hard. He should take a break every now and then,&quot; Mr. Jenson commented.
  Oh?please,?I thought.?If?only?you'd know?the?reason?of?his?absence, then you'd?like?to?retract?your?statement?of?him?working?hard.?He?must?probably?be?snogging?Heather?or?Carissa?or?whoever?the?hell he?had?a?date?with.
  I watched the servants lay down our plates in front of us and prepare to serve us.
  I narrowed my eyes at a fish curry.?Or?maybe?he?was?going?around?thrusting?his?little?baby?making?stick?in?unwanted?places.
  I made a disgusted expression, my mind filling with unholy images, which were definitely not needed at the dinner table.
  That was the problem with rich people. They acted like they owned the wor

  &quot;I see you had a good start to your morning,&quot; Ethan commented when I entered the kitchen. He was sat at the breakfast bar, sipping on a cup of coffee. The steam from the cup swirled above in beautiful patterns before disappearing into thin air. It made me crave for a nice hot chocolate or coffee.
  &quot;That was a lame thing to do to get back at me, you have to admit,&quot; I replied as I poured myself a glass of water instead.
  Ethan shrugged. &quot;That's all I could think of when I walked into your room and found you sleeping soundly. Mess with my sleep and I'll mess with yours.&quot;
  I shook my head at him. &quot;How did you even get into my room?&quot;
  &quot;The door was ajar. I couldn't help myself. You were basically calling for it.&quot;
  &quot;I don't know what to say to you,&quot; I sighed as I drank the water. It glided down my parched throat painfully. I di

  The next day at breakfast, I couldn't contain my giggles when I saw a groggy looking and I'm-going-to-fall-asleep-any-second-now-so-don't-piss-me-off Ethan.
  He still hadn't noticed me sitting silently at the table when he walked in rubbing circles under his eyes. He looked tired and as if he hadn't slept at all. That was pretty obvious from the bags under his eyes and him yawning twice every minute.
  His eyes fell on me a minute later and he jabbed an accusing finger in my direction.
  &quot;You little-&quot;
  &quot;What?&quot; I quickly cut him off before he could call me something unpleasant, widening my eyes innocently. &quot;What did I do?&quot;
  &quot;You very well know what you did,&quot; he growled, lowering his finger.
  I stayed silent, struggling to not let hysterical giggles escape my lips.
  He narrowed his eyes at me. &quot;You owe me a phone,&quot; he stated.
  &quot

&quot;Ethan called, he said he wouldn't be able to make it to the dinner tonight,&quot; Charlotte announced at the dinner table, just as I took my seat.
  &quot;Poor boy, he works himself so hard. He should take a break every now and then,&quot; Mr. Jenson commented.
  Oh?please,?I thought.?If?only?you'd know?the?reason?of?his?absence, then you'd?like?to?retract?your?statement?of?him?working?hard.?He?must?probably?be?snogging?Heather?or?Carissa?or?whoever?the?hell he?had?a?date?with.
  I watched the servants lay down our plates in front of us and prepare to serve us.
  I narrowed my eyes at a fish curry.?Or?maybe?he?was?going?around?thrusting?his?little?baby?making?stick?in?unwanted?places.
  I made a disgusted expression, my mind filling with unholy images, which were definitely not needed at the dinner table.
  That was the problem with rich people. They acted like they owned the world, as if they could get anything they want with the money they have. They act so supercilious a

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