JEALOUSY OR STRING

　　Soft air from the window caresses Camilla's cheeks and she is forced to open her eyes as she sees the brightness coming through the window, she jumps out of her bed in panic.

　　"Shit!"

　　It is morning already, which means her doctor's appointment will be any moment from now. Last night she was so preoccupied with Ethan's presence that even after he left, the smell of his sweet cologne pulled her into a peaceful sleep. So much that she forgot about the horrors of the doctor's apartment.

　　She runs to the bathroom and checks her face in the mirror. She didn't look sick anymore. Her head no longer ached. Her skin is back to its silky state and she is sure the doctor will call her a fraud right in front of Ethan.

　　What can she do?

　　What do people with amnesia look like?

　　She starts biting her fingers as she paces around the bathroom. She needs to look the part for the doctor to believe her lies.

　　"Oh my God! What do I do?" Does she mumble to herself?

　　The door to the bathroom Is opened and as she paces back and forth in panic, her eyes land on her phone on the bed.

　　"Yes, the phone!" She exclaims.

　　There is the internet now. All she has to do is search for symptoms of patients suffering from Amnesia and then she will try to replicate it. It shouldn't be that hard to pull off

　　She strides as fast as she can back to the room. She snatches her phone off the bed and sits on the floor carpet. She types in what she is searching for and starts looking through the results.

　　The first result that pops up shows the definition and conditions associated with amnesia. Camilla scrolls lower searching for physical symptoms but the further she goes she realizes the results keep saying the same thing over and over again. It keeps talking about memory loss and facial recognition.

　　"Argg!" Camilla groans in frustration.

　　The internet is not as helpful as she thought it will be. Just as she is about to look for other means for help, a knock comes on her door and she knows it's Ethan.

　　She gets up from the floor. Calms her racing heart and proceeds to open the door.

　　"Hey!" She greets, giving him a toothy smile.

　　"Hey, are you ready?" Ethan asks.

　　Camilla frowns as she thinks about what the has just said. How can they be leaving now when she has not thought of a good way to carry herself so the doctor can believe that she has amnesia?

　　"It's too early in the morning!" She squeaks.

　　Ethan releases a soft laugh that for a second, Camilla gets lost in the sound. She has to shake her head to keep from getting distracted.

　　"Camila, I told you last night that we will have to leave very early in the morning," Ethan explains to her.

　　"But what about breakfast?" She asks.

　　It is not like she is hungry. Camilla is just looking for means to stall the appointment furthermore she isn't ready to face the doctor yet.

　　"Don't worry about breakfast, we'll get something in the way," Ethan tells her with a smile. "Shall we leave?" He repeats and she has no choice but to go after him.

　　They walk side by side, their hands brushing against each other as they move. They get to the front entrance and Ethan presses on the car keys. The vehicle moves slowly towards the door and Camilla lbs mouth is left hanging.

　　"Oh, my freaking Gosh!" She exclaims as she drools over the sleek car in front of her.

　　"Is that a Ferrari? I mean the one they just made a few weeks ago?" She squeaks.

　　"Yea, it is," Ethan says with a blush. He has never thought much about the expensive things he carries around but seeing Camilla's expression he can't help but be a little proud of himself. He has done well for himself.

　　Camilla is staring at the car and her mouth is refusing to close. The vehicle can take care of all of her needs for at least a hundred years.

　　This guy is stinky rich! She exclaims in her head.

　　Ethan opens the door and motions for her to get in. Her hands are sweaty as she approached the vehicle. It feels like a cave made out of diamonds and she is supposed to live in it.

　　How can she be seating on so much money?

　　Her ass is in fire, but she tries to remain composed

　　Ethan closes the door after her and turns around to the driver's side. He gets in and outs on his seat belt and Camilla does the same. Then he starts the vehicle, zooming off to the front gates.

　　Camilla does not even notice the scenery passing her by, her entire attention is focused on the interior of the vehicle. The inner linings were made from the finest of silk that she can swear we're taking from a town in old China. It is impossible to get better silk otherwise. The metallic part of the interior shines a bright color that looks like real gold but polished.

　　"I had it customized," Ethan says as he notices her eyes roaming around in the car.

　　"They customize vehicles?" Camilla asks to turn to look at him.

　　Ethan shrugs, "Yeah, they do. All you have to do is tell them what you want and pay. It will be done." Ethan says it like it is a normal thing to do. Forgetting that doing that costs even more than the original car itself. Jeez!

　　She has to hold her tongue back to not ask a very strange question because at this point she is asking herself how Ethan has so much money. Someone has to be at least a thousand years old to be able to afford all Ethan has. She understands that some of his wealth comes from his father but it is still impossible for them to have this much money. How does he earn so much? When she has to steal from practically every rich in the city to be able to afford her rent and her daddy's hospital bills?

　　Certainly, life isn't fair.

　　The multi-billion dollars vehicle come to a stop. And Camilla stares out in shock, she agent even realized that they had gotten to the hospital so fast

　　"Oh my God!" She screams in her head.

　　Ethan pulls his seat belt and is about to alight from the vehicle when Camilla also starts opening her door after removing her seat belt.

　　"What are you doing?" Ethan asks her as he pauses from his action.

　　"I am going down?" She shrugs. Isn't that why they were here? To see the doctor?

　　"Hold on, please..." Ethan whispers and somehow she has butterflies in her stomach the way he says it. So soft and gentle, gosh, she'll get lost in Ethan's arms someday.

　　Ethan pulls the door open for her and he offers her his hands. She wipes her sweaty hands on her clothes and holds Ethan's extended palm.

　　"Shall we?" He mouths and she smiles even if all she wants to do is ton away from the hospital.

　　They were not in the city hospital. It is a different hospital so thankfully the security at the gate doesn't know her and she doesn't know them. They walk silently to the reception and Ethan shows her to a seat.

　　"Please, wait here, let me go talk to the receptionist," he tells her.

　　Camilla nods her head like a gently little child and waits patiently for Ethan.

　　He, on the other hand, walks to the receptionist as he had told Camilla.

　　"Hello, I am Ethan. I am here to see Doctor George please, I have an appointment for seven in the morning," he says.

　　The receptionist wasn't paying him much attention but the moment he mentions that he is Ethan she drops the magazine she is holding and her large eyes fall on him. Her face brightens into a smile as she beams at him.

　　"You are Mr. Ethan Jadiel Peterson?" She asks. Her face suddenly turns red as she looks like she will burst out of excitement

　　"Yes, I am, " Ethan says as calmly as possible. Being a very popular person amongst humans and werewolves alike, he is already used to people drooling at the mere mention of his name.

　　"Oh, God! Sir, you are most welcome! Doctor George is waiting for you! Sir can I please have a photo?" She asks as her blush deepens.

　　Ethan shrugs, feeling indifferent about her requests. She takes out her phone and starts turning around to get to where he is so they can take a picture together.

　　Where Camilla is waiting she spots the beetle-faced receptionist getting around to meet Ethan. She feels a burning sensation within her and before she can stop herself, she gets up and walks to where they are

　　"What's going on here?" she asks, her heart racing in anger.

　　Ethan turns one look at her and he understands what she is going through but enjoys the act. So, he pretends not to understand.

　　The receptionist on the other hand is so excited about seeing Peter Jadiel Peterson in person that she doesn't notice the fuming Camilla behind her. She brings her phone up to take a picture and right at that mining, Camilla puts her face in between them, adding herself to the picture

　　"Excuse me! What are you doing?" The receptionist asks.

　　"I asked the question first and since no one wanted to answer I decided to make my presence known, what are you doing with him?" Camilla says placing her hands on her waist ready to take on the red-faced receptionist.

　　Ethan tries hard not to laugh as the brawl develops between them.

　　"What?" The receptionist asks as she is frustrated and irritated by Camilla. "Lady! I am sure if you ask nicely the good sir will also take a picture with you. All you have to do is wait your turn?" The receptionist snaps.

　　"Oh, yeah? Well, I don't wait for turns because Ethan here is with me!" Camilla says claiming territory.

　　"He came with you?" The receptionist laughs referring to the way Camilla looks.

　　Her mockery of Camilla makes Ethan angry. He steps in between them, holding Camilla by the waist. "I am sure you can have your picture some other time, where is the doctor's office?" He asks through clenched teeth. No one talks to Camilla without respect, not even a kind little nurse.

　　The receptionist is shocked to see that Ethan truly came with Camilla. She stares between the both of them and understanding comes to her. Her cheeks go even redder than it previously was. "It's that way sir, I am so sorry." She whispers but Ethan doesn't pay her any more attention as he leads Camilla towards the direction.

　　Camilla turns back and throws a victorious smirk at the receptionist.