Confession At the Party

Malia simply let me lick her neck as though she likes me to go further than that. However, I don't want to ruin her gown so, I uttered, "we still have a party to attend, Malia. How about we'll do this later, huh?"

Then, I stealth my first kiss on her lips for the first time before jumping out of the bed and extending my hands to her. While looking at her blemishing face, my little brain ticked something that might surprise her at the party.

"Fine," she said. "but, don't let me wait for you for like an eternity, okay?"

"Of course, I'm not gonna let you wait for that long, my princess!" I smiled at her. "Better get going now. It's almost five."

As soon as Malia got out of the room, I flashed to the bathroom. Five minutes later, I hailed a cab, not to head to the party, but to my predominantly rustic-style villa that cost my account up to two billion dollars, which I bought a month ago.

"Good evening, Mr. Stevenson!" says uncle Romnick, who is in charge to keep