"From the way I see him, he only wears an estimated total of like how much? A thousand bucks? His dirty and stinky tuxedo doesn't even have a brand name. Like he bought it from the streets. The price of that may be just a hundred bucks?" he added. "Come on, Roland. We are here to buy a tuxedo. Not to pick up a fight with some random guy." Malia tries to drag him out of the boutique but Roland was not moved an inch from his spot. Guilt was written all over Malia's face at the moment. She tried to give me this kind of stare that tells me to understand her situation. What boils my blood to the point that most of my veins were popping out of my skin was when Malia called me "just some random guy". She could have said a friend, an acquaintance, a classmate from high school, or anything reasonable. Instead of helping me out, she helps Roland and Roger open up an opportunity to humiliate me furthermore. This "just some random guy" saves her from humiliation and end
"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.
I don't want to end the day with unfinished work, so, I informed Malia about what to do to help expedite the organizing of the company's financial statements. One to mention I still have Roland's party to attend after work. We still have unfinished business back in the boutique store. I'm pretty sure Malia could be there as well. A quarter before three in the afternoon, Malia and I finally finished the work assigned to me by his evil and manipulative uncle. Organizing an entire storage room drained my energy but it was all worth it. We kissed is all that matters to me. Afterward, Malia and I separated ways. She went back to the mansion to prepare for the party while I remained in Uncle Robin's office since I still have at least two hours before the office closes. "I'm done organizing the company's financial-" I cut off my words when no one is in Uncle Robin's office. He left the door unlocked so I simply step inside without knocking. "Where's the old man m
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