14: I found you(2)

Third person's POV

Ethan trudged through his front door, dropping his bag on the floor and slamming the door shut behind him. He let out a long sigh, his breath reeking of alcohol. It was dark, probably around 8 in the evening and he had a long fucking day.

After the meeting with that stupid council man he had stopped by a bar and grabbed a bottle of whiskey. Before he even made it to the highway that led to the cottage, he had emptied it. That did nothing to help.

His frown deepened as he still remembered.

The councilman had rejected his proposal, saying that he didn't meet the requirements. Fucking idiots.

Camella poked her head around the corner, cute face in a smile and her plump figure making her look so curvy in her cute and revealing nightdress. "Ethan, you're back." she said, her voice sweet and innocent.

Ethan grumbled, not wanting to talk about it. "It's late, why are you still up Camella? Go to bed."