Ugly Truth

Ethan's POV

"Can we go to the pool now?" Sylvia's sweet, sing-song voice rang out as she barged into my room without so much as a knock.

I barely had time to sit up before she strutted toward me, her confidence radiating in every step. Her red two-piece bikini clung to her curves, and she hadn't even bothered to put on a robe.

"Why are you still lying in bed?" she huffed, crossing her arms. "The pool party has already started, and my outfit will be useless if you don't parade my beauty." She pouted her lips dramatically as if that would sway me into immediate action.

I forced a small smile, running a hand through my hair before finally swinging my legs over the side of the bed. Sylvia was always like this: demanding, possessive, and eager to be the center of attention. And right now, I knew exactly why she was pushing so hard.

Jealousy.

It was eating her up.