His Drama Queen

Nicole Vargas

“I don’t understand, will you finally tell me why you have been so grumpy for the past two weeks?” Rose sighed as she handed me a stack of papers. “These are the files of the final models.”

“Thank you.” I answered curtly as I continued doing my work on Rose’s laptop. Last night my laptop suddenly stopped working. I called an mechanic and today I had to drop it off at his office. I could pick it up in the evening he said. In the meantime I had to find another laptop where I could work on.

“Nicole…,” Rose grabbed the laptop and placed it on the other side of the table. “What happened? Why did you move out? It has been two weeks, I deserve to know why there are so many roses at the reception.”

Rose placed her hands on her hips and rose her eyebrows up at me. Her eyes studied me -like how she did for the past two weeks-, but as always I just remained calm.

“There are more at my apartment… Oh and also cards. Millions of them.” I answered, avoiding eye contact with her. I stared at the marble table, staring nervously at my polished nails. Yesterday I went to the nail salon to get my nails done. A way to distract myself from Ethan and his constant calls and deliveries.

He even send dinner last night. Pizza from domino’s. I ended up giving it to the homeless guy who lived in the park across my apartment.

“Seriously Nicole. What happened? Your fashion show is next weekend. You will not achieve anything if you are so grumpy.” Rose asked impatiently as she let out a small groan. She looked at me intently, but I didn’t budge.

I shrugged my shoulders at her.

“Rose, it’s nothing. It’s something between Ethan and I. I don’t want you to worry about it.” I said, smiling tightly at her. She was still standing next to me, her eyes pleading me to spill. “Rose, I am fine. Honestly.”

Rose shook her head and glared at me. “No, I know it is bothering you. If you will not tell me, this fashion show will be canceled until further notice.”

“What?! You cannot do that.” I yelled out. I have been working my butt off the past few weeks so the fashion show wouldn’t be a flop. The guest list, invitations, and everything else has already been ordered. Moving the date would be a waste of money.

“Oh I can honey. Don’t underestimate me.” She chuckled and sat down on the chair next to me. “So, will you tell me now?”

I crossed my arms and leaned back on the leather chair. The room was quiet, the only sound coming from the air conditioning. I stared outside the huge window in Rose office. I was contemplating whether I should tell her or not. Knowing Rose, she would freak out.

The past two weeks has been a blur for me. After I walked out of Ethan’s house in my peignoir I slept in a hotel for three days before finally moving into an apartment. It was easy to find an apartment with the emergency money dad gave me. This certainly was an emergency.

I left my clothes and makeup at Ethan’s house and purchased new one. I did not want to step foot on his property ever again until he realize what he did wrong and why I was so mad at him. I still cannot believe that he brought his ex-girlfriend home. I don’t know what possessed him to do such a shameful thing.

I told Rose that I moved out, but I didn’t tell her the reason why. She offered me a place to stay, but I knew better that time. The only reason she offered me is to know the reason why I left Ethan.

But I wasn’t ready to tell her. She deserves to know, but I know what her reaction will be. She would hire an assassin to kill Veronika. There’s no doubt in that. The way she spoke about Veronika-with so much venom in her voice- there’s no doubt that she would kill the woman.

And how much I despise Veronika, I don’t want her to die because of a dick.

Maybe that’s why she keeps returning back to Ethan. His dick and his money. I don’t see anything else why she would keep coming back. She’s already famous, she has a status. But to keep the status she needs money and who has both, good dick and stacks of money? Ethan Gray.

For the past three days Ethan send me roses and cards non-stop. Once in a while he send me dinner, like yesterday night. The cards and roses were beautiful, sweet, and considerate, but still…

I told him to come and see me when he finally realized what he did wrong. Yes, he came one time but I slammed the door in front of his face. He came to apologize and just when I thought that he finally got his senses back, he asked me why I moved out.

It’s like he doesn’t know that bringing your ex-girlfriend in the house without informing your current girlfriend is a no-no in the relationship book. And that’s not the only thing he did, because I would have forgive him if he kicked her out of the house immediately.

But no, he let her stay over for dinner even though I told him that I was not pleased with that idea.

“Nicole! Helloo, earth to Nicole?!” Rose waved her hands in front of me. “Snap out of your thoughts.” She had a worried expression on her face. “Don’t bottle your feelings up. I am here for you.”

She leaned in closer and hugged me tightly. “Come on honey, don’t bottle your feelings up.”

I hugged her back, feeling so much better now. “Sorry Rose. It’s just… Ethan brought Veronika home.”

Rose released me out of her hug and she stared at me agape, her eyes widened in shock. “He did what?! When?!” she screeched, her cheeks turning a dangerous shade of red. Damn, she was really cooking inside.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Two weeks ago.” I told her quietly.

“Oh no ! I’ll so slap some common sense into that boy. I swear… I will, where the hell is he now?” She stood up and grabbed her car keys. “And ohh, I will shoot that golddigger right in the head. Grab my gun, bottom drawer!” She impatiently pointed at the bottom drawer as she waited for me to make a move.

First of all, why the hell did she had a gun in her office?! Second of all, this is getting out of hand. I know Rose was crazy, but not this crazy.

“No, Rose. Please, don’t.” I stood up and patted her on her back. “Please sit back down.”

“Why not? He clearly lost his mind! And that golddigger? Why does she need to come back?!” Rose seethed as she slapped my hand away. “Why are you so calm?! Nicole, I swear I will hire an assassin to kill that Russian. Just say the word!”

I knew it. About the assassin. This woman is crazy.

I took a deep breath and shook my head at her. “No, I do not want her dead. I just want Ethan to realize what he did wrong. That’s all I want.”

Rose breathed in and out to calm herself down. “I still want that Russian dead. I have always wanted her dead. But, I will not go against your wishes.”

“Thank you.” I let out a breath of relieve. “I appreciate it.”

“But that does not mean I will not hire someone to punch her in her face.”

“No, Roseeee.” I cried out, slumping back in the chair. “Have you not seen the woman. She’s basically a walking skeleton.”

Rose snickered. “With the amount of dicks she takes, you would think she would gain some weight.”

I scrunched up my face. Rose was a old woman with a twenty year old mind. A dirty mind. “Geez Rose. Where the hell did you hear that?”

“What?” She asked innocently. “It’s a fact that when you get good dick, you automatically gain weight.”

“That’s not true.” I chuckled as I rolled my eyes at her.

“Anyways,” She said, now in a serious tone. “Has Ethan realized his mistake?”

“If he did would I still look so miserable?” I asked as I rested my face on my hand.

“Mmh, what if he never realize what he did wrong? What if… he takes Veronika back?”

Something inside me snapped at the question. I blinked my eyes to stop the tears from falling. With a broken voice I answered: “Then we were not meant to be.”