Chapter 1

The first thing that I want to do with this limited hours of freedom that my brother gave me is to experience what it's like to be part of a party. Party that's the total opposite of the one we held in Palace. I want to be in a party like those in movies and series.

I wiggle my eyebrows as I waited for him to give me his answer. Malik may be a responsible prince and royalty every sunrise but when the sun set and darkness starts spreading like a wild fire all over the place, Malik becomes a party animal. It's his dirty little secret that he only shares with me. Not even the all-knowing Queen mother of us knows about it. Malik being the perfect son has something to do with the Queen trusting and having fate in him the way she trust and have fate on our heavenly father.

"But you're too—"

"Too, what? Too young?" I scoffed. I rolled my eyes on him and rested my head on the back of my shotgun seat. "How can I be too young to attend a rave party but not too young to get married?" I asked him.

To clarify things, I am over eighteen. Hence, why I'm not going to buy his reason that I am too young to attend wild parties that he is used too. If I remember it right, he starts going to party like this when he's seventeen.

Malik let go of his lower lips. He nodded his head and I couldn't stop myself from smiling ear to ear.

"I'll bring you to a party of my friend but please, you have to be careful of yourself. Don't do something stupid because I will be minding my own business too and I won't sit around looking after you like a baby sitter," he said. Malik started the engine of his Porsche. He eyed me and the seatbelt behind me. It took him a moment to realize that I don't plan on wearing a seatbelt and it's part of my way to excercise my so called freedom. By doing all of this, I plan to make this night a night to remember.

Loud, crowded and very much alive. Those are the exact words that my mind come up with the moment we arrive on the private villa where the party is hosted at.

"Woah." My hand automatically lands on my mouth to cover it when I saw the party-goers. They are barely wearing clothes to cover their body. If they aren't on their daring swimsuits, most of them are snatch with their tiny dresses.

Malik rested her right arm on my shoulder. He leans his head against mine.

"Are you sure you can handle yourself, Elide? The last thing that we want to happen is to be involve in a scandal while we are at a place like this. It will toll not only on our family's reputation but to your marriage with Orius too." I faced and pinch  his cheeks. I nodded my head and raise up my hand to swear to him that I'll be fine and won't cause him trouble.

Although the villa is huge. It's not gigantic enough for the two of us not to find each other once this party is over. Seconds after we entered the villa. Girls flocks at my brother as if they are pigeons and my brother is the tastiest worm that they have seen on their entire life.

With my faded blue jeans, sneakers and plain white t-shirt. I am definitely an outcast to this party. I don't mind though, as long as I'll be able to experience the adrenaline rush and drink from the iconic red plastic cups, I'll be good even if no one  wants to bother themselves to talk to me.

I couldn't keep my eyese to myself as I walk towards the table pull of drinks and finger foods. The moment I spotted the drinking cups that I've been looking for, it became my locked target.

The smell of the beer on the plastic cup brings me this estatic feelings of what it's like to be a normal teenager. The moment I brought the plastic cup on my lips and finally tasted what a beer is. I promised to myself that I will never drink this thing again.

I spit it out and downed the plastic cup back on the table. It tastes horrible, it's far from Malik's description. I onced asked him what it tasted like, he told me it's sweet and addicting. This is not what it is.

I stick out my tongue and tried to get rid of the beer's after taste by wiping my tongue with a tissue that I got from the table.

I immediately redeem my composure and close my mouth when I heard a manly chuckles coming from my back.

I swallowed hard. I needed to fake my confidence before I faced the owner of that sexy chortle. The second my eyes lands on his perfectly sculpted face, I lost my composure and I instantly become his fan. Whoever made this gorgeous man in front of me must be God's favorite. It's a blessing to have a son as good-looking as this man.

"Staring is rude but because you, yourself if a work of art and a work of art admiring me like that is complimenting. I'll let your rudeness slide, Miss?" he murmured asking for my name.

I smiles at him and offer my hand, "Eli. You can call me Eli, what's yours?"

"Let me guess? It's your first time?" he asked. I don't know how he finds out and I want to ask him how but I lost it in my memory because I got distracted of his smile.

"Wondering how I know? Because you gave me your name. It's a golden rule, Eli. You shouldn't give your name to a guy you just met at a promiscious party like this. Second, you're wearing a jean and a shirt. No one does that except those people who've been dragged here by accident."

"I'm not here by accident. I wanted to be here." The stranger serve himself a beer fresh from a bottle.

"Be careful then, a lot of men are eyeing you already," he said before he drinks his beer and walks away.