  &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

  No sooner had she said it that the door burst open and in walked a teary eyed, what I assumed to be was, Rachael Jenson. A handsome man walked in tow which I was positive, was Antonio Jenson.
  I got up from the couch and hesitantly took a step forward but unfortunately ended up getting my toe stubbed into the coffee table.
  I hissed in pain and crouched down to hold my throbbing toe.
  &quot;A-are you okay?&quot; Rachael asked as she reached me.
  &quot;Yes, I am,&quot; I answered quietly.
  &quot;Oh Juliet, I missed you so much.&quot; She croaked, pulling me to her as she crushed the life out of me.
  &quot;Why did you run away like that?!&quot; She shook with incessant tears as she further tightened her hold on me as if to squeeze some answer out of me.
  &quot;I-I'm sorry.&quot; Was all I was able to say before all the air once again left my lungs when I was squeezed again.
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  &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 didn't eat or drink anything after those two glasses of beer. And after the awful start to my morni

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