"Bunny, buuuunnnyy"
Ethan opened his eyes, Jennifer had been trying to wake him up for at least 5 minutes. She layed her hand on Ethan's cheek, " wake up Bunny; you're making breakfast."
Ethan had always made breakfast, lunch and dinner. Jenny was spoiled growing up, she still is.
Ethan rolled out of bed at slipped his glasses on, and walked to the kitchen(on the other side of the apartment). Jenny stayed behind, laying in bed.
She gave Ethan the nickname "Bunny". She said it was perfect for him. "Because you're small, soft , and quite. So you'll be my little bunny." Ethan could remeber those exact words. It made him happy every time she did call "Bunny". At least he knew she was happy.
"Done!" Ethan put the scrambled eggs and toast on the island. Jenny came rushing like a bull. When all was done, Jenny left to work. She worked as a nurse by day and stripper when she wanted; and yes, Ethan did know. He couldn't really win a fight against her, she was inches taller than Ethan. To the point she could suffocate him, with her large breasts.
Ethan left 1hr after Jenny did, he was a photographer. Worked for a man named Johnson Smith. Famed for his work; so famed he retired at 32. Little Ethan has to wait two decades, but still grateful. Ethan wouldn't have had a job this early if the Boss hadn't see his work on social media. Smith gave the job to him, even if he didn't ask for it.
"I want you to be among the foxes, the trees, the flowers. Hell, be the flower!"
"F--flowers?"
"Yes my boy, you'll fit in perfect. Alright?"
"Yes sir, I'll--"
"Good cuz you've got no choice!"
Mr.Smith said with a smile. He had a rough (yet soft) way of talking to employees.
Everybody knew it, Ethan was his favorite. He took Ethan under his wing. Like...like a bald eagle and a little puppy. Like a protector.
"a man o' war" thats what the news papers called him. He was so far up on society, it seemed like nothing could take him down. Far too big. Way too big.
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"Kid....Ethan.....WINTERS!"
"Huh?" Ethan snapped out of day dreaming.
"S--sorry sir, I dozed off."
Mr.Smith smiled "thought you dead for a second, darling."
