Chapter 4

Nicole Vargas

"I don't want to stay with Ethan for a year. Can I at least have my own apartment?" I looked with pleading eyes at my parents.

This is such a great opportunity, but I don't want to stay under the same roof with Ethan. It's not that I don't trust him, it's just that I don't trust myself. Seeing him after so many years made me realize how much he actually grew as a person. And not only in knowledge but also in body parts.

"No, you are going to stay with Ethan. He has a big mansion in New York, you will not have to see him every day. The least you can do is cook for him." My mom stood at the doorway in her pink fluffy bathrobe. Her hair was tied in a messy bun and she had a green facemask on and a Starbucks in her hand.

"Cook?" I stared at them as if they grew two horns. My dad stood next to my mom, dressed in his suit, ready to go to work. He was constantly looking at his watch while arguing with me.

"Yes, cook." He said. "He is alread