You are 4 years old since I was kidnapped by a billionaire, Ethan.

"Daddy." You called him and sat on his lap. "I'm hungry, cook for me please?" You begged him.

"Okay, just a minute baby. But can you leave my lap?" he said with difficulty. You immediately frowned.

"Why, daddy? Don't you want me here on your lap?" you asked with a frown, after a while you felt something pricking your butt.

"You made him mad." Ethan whispered with a husky voice.