"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
Halfway through the villa, my brain still felt restless when all I could think of is what the police officer whispered to me earlier. The name of the person that he dragged down remains a mystery to me. So, to fill my curiosity, I slow down the speed and park the car at the corner of the road, and dialed Malia's digits. "Where are you?" I was supposed to be the one who should ask her the question but she preceded me. "I've been looking for you in the parking lot but you are nowhere to be found." As far as my ears can hear from the background of her phone, it sounded like a screeching of the wheels. Perhaps she is already heading back to the mansion. "I'm not going home tonight," I said instead of telling her where I am exactly. "May I know why?" she asked. "Is it about what Roland and Roger did earlier at the party? Let me stay with you wherever you're going." A simple yes or no was supposed to be the one thing I expected from Malia's response. However,
"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
The worst part of my situation is that I find it hard to reach out to my phone. I simply want to send a message to Unclen Romnick to cancel everything as planned but Malia's hand was clamped with mine and were set on my lap. If I am going to remove her hand from mine, let alone from my lap, she might be getting suspicious or feel uncomfortable and embarrassed. Those two terrible things would be the last thing I want to happen. So I leave with no choice but to ignore those negative thoughts that run through my brain and proceed with the plan. I am simply going to convince Uncle Romnick to take Mr. Emilio away from us. And if possible, he must take him away from the villa even for an hour or two. Right. That will be the right thing I must do. "Another thing, Madam President, I got a call from Don Lucas you will have an early trip to Europe tomorrow with Mr. Roland," he added. "Forget addressing me that way, Mr. Emilio. We both know that I am not the presiden
"Why not bring Mr. Emilioto our favorite spot in this villa, huh, Uncle Romnick?" I sharpened my stares at him to shut his mouth. "Don't forget to offer him something to eat or drink. Mr. Emilio needs to revitalize after the long drive." "Of course, my Lord." Uncle Romnick nailed his drama. I wanted to kick his butt but he was in a rush I'm heading to the main house while holding Mr. Emilio's hand. And from that moment on, nothing has been left in a luminous romantic parking lot but me and Malia. "Did you like my surprise?" I asked Malia after getting the bouquet from her hands. "Actually, this surprise was already late. I plan to do this the same day we went to Roland's party. However, the two devils ruined my plan. I got mad. That's why I did not go home that night." "Why didn't you tell me about this?" she asked. "We could have escaped from the party, just the two of us." How could I? Aside from that, I got extremely mad at Roger and Roland, my heart felt j
The good thing about being on the plane is that Malia was seated next to me while Roland was a few seats away from us. It so happens that as tough as Roland, he is frightened of heights. It means that I can hold her hand and lean on her shoulder for a few hours. "do you think I can make this unexpected trip a success?" she uttered while gently rubbing my hand. Before I could say my piece of advice, I catch a glimpse of Roland and stealth a kiss on Malia's lips. "you can do it, honey." I curve the tip of my lips and rubbed them into a smile while staring at her expression. "Honey, huh?" Malia smiled back. "So, that is what you want me to call you then?" she also stealth a kiss on my lips. "I'm fine with that. And thank you for trusting me, John. Your word means a lot to me." "Who is this business tycoon, anyway?" I could not help but ask, not because I got jealous of this man, but because if what they claim about him is true, it will be good to introduce my busine
Undeniably, my patience with Roland is getting thinner. What worried me the most is that we have not marked our first day on the trip. I still have six more days to tag along with the bastard. And I believe it will not be promising. As Mr. Emilio told us last night, Roland is a total idiot. "Are you just going to stand there the entire day, young man?" to my surprise, those words were coming from the cab driver in front of me. He fluently speaks English. "I'm hopping in," I said back before I set all my luggage bags into his car. Roland and Malia brought six luggage bags in total excluding the two he snatched from me. I, on the other hand, simply brought one. Twenty minutes later, Cecelia Spencer, my secretary personally greeted me as soon as I hop out of the cab. "Welcome back to Europe, Mr. Stevenson," she uttered with a humble smile on her face. Cecelia Spencer is a year younger than me. We were classmates here in Europe. However, she did not make it to the end because
"Roland was right about it, Malia." I smiled at them awkwardly to make the act more convincing. "Indeed I could get a referral bonus every time I could bring customers into this hotel. This is what I keep doing for the past four years." Before this hotel becomes mine, I also work as one part-time housekeeper. I wiped floors, glass walls, and delivery boy. And I am not embarrassed about experiencing those kinds of workloads. That embarrassing experiences helped me to reach what I have right now which Malia and Roland have not experienced their entire life because they were born with silver spoons in their mouth. "See? I told you." Roland agreed. "What else could we expect from someone who needs money? John would take the opportunity to earn even a cent. But don't worry Malia, I'll give him a reasonable tip once we're done with the job assigned to us." That was too generous of him but I know for a fact that he only wants to boast about his kindness to Malia. A show