Even though my body was already standing outside the building hailing for a cab, still my brain could not help but think about what Uncle Robin confessed to me. Malia and I have been on a seven days vacation but all we did were to know her even more. With those fake acts on how to seduce her, holding hands, kisses on the lips, and sweet words. Does that mean I am already falling into them? Is this what they called jealousy? "No. You're simply imagining things, John. It can't be. You made a deal with Malia that you should not fall for her first, remember?" I uttered to myself. "But, how are you going to explain those weird actions?" asks my brain to my heart. "How am I supposed to know that? These weird feelings were simply constructed inside my subconscious?" my heart debated. "Dude, John. The heart doesn't have a subconscious. It's the brain that has that." my brain debated. And it so happened that my heart and brain were debating similarly to an i

"Do you need something? Let me get it for you." I humbly proposed to Karen, Don Lucas' secretary for ten years. As far as my knowledge serves me right, Don Lucas hired Karen, not just because of her stunning appearance but because rumor has it that she is his hidden mistress. Not that I don't care about gossip and rumors, but my eyes witnessed it myself one time that they kissed on the lips when I once joined them in the car. Karen started working as Don Lucas' secretary at the age of twenty-two. It seems that the two have managed to hide their relationship since then. So, I must be more cautious every time I am with her because she indeed looks like a goddess. I don't want to lengthen the tension between me and gramps. Let alone for him to think that Karen and I were having an affair behind his back. "No. I'm not here to get something," she uttered awkwardly. "Actually, someone wants to talk to you." she then moved out of the door and slid to the corner.

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

"This is ridiculous!" this time, Roland was the one who exclaims his utter disbelief. "We're only trying to prank you, John. Why are you involving my friends?" "And it was my idea to prank you. To make fun of you in front of everyone because of the incident back in the mall." Roger defensively supported Roland the way I expected. "Just a prank? Is that what you call this, huh, Roland... Roger?" I could not help but raise my voice at them, even in front of the cops. "Do you have any idea what I have been through four years ago because of the same reason?" Of course. What should I expect from Roland or Roger? They will protect their friends to protect themselves as well. If one of his friends will spill the beans about where they got their drugs, they will not only get arrested but will ruin their lives too. Just like how it ruined my life. And I believe that they cannot survive being expelled from school, degraded, and humiliated by the people around them, esp

"Come on, Malia!" Roger exclaimed. He even pointed a finger at me with those vicious and deadly eyes. "That bastard humiliated me in front of my friends because of that fucking car." Right. I almost forgot about that incident back I'm the parking lot. But I have no regrets if he got humiliated back there. He deserved more than just getting humiliated after almost ruining my life again. "Prank, my ass," I uttered to myself before I removed Malia's arms away from me. "Which part of the conversation last night did I embarrass you, huh, Roger? For not covering your ass about the car? Did you tell gramps that you sell me to the cops?" Malia and Don Lucas curve their brows in unison. Perhaps my instinct about Roger was right. He did not tell their old man the entire story. He only told him the part where the blame could benefit from it. "If I was arrested by the cops and found out about my relationship with Malia, what do you think might happen to gramps' reputation, huh?" If he knows