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
After the short but uncomfortable introduction, everyone settled down to their respective seats. I was seated next to the gold diggers while Malia was next to Roland who never stopped smiling after his announcement. Malia, on the other hand, started to feel uncomfortable when she could barely lift her eyes at me sitting across from her. What is more annoying is that she never removes Roland's shrug from her as though she also likes his hands on her shoulder. That also makes me wonder about what happened between us recently. The sensation of that moment was pure to me. It was hard to believe but Malia managed to convince me that we shared the same feelings during those times. "Oh, I almost forgot, Mr. Stevenson. About earlier..." Roland cut off his words accompanied by a change in his mood. I am not aware of what it was about but it seems that his mood was saddened or feeling guilty for what he did. "I'm so sorry if I judged you wrong about not being able to
"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