Aaron POV
The deserted highway had ended in in Madrid after 6 hours of tour from Barcelona, hope to catch the game I was infatuated go back to my palace and sleep. Madrid has a considerable number of Catholic churches; some of them are between the most important Spanish religious artworks which fall in my favorite things, art.
“Where is Katharina” my father shouted in his cellphone which was pressed against his nifty ears. As I glued my eyes to my literature book recommended by Sir Peter my literature guidance. Madrid has been one of the great centers of Spanish literature. In this city were born some of the best writers of the Spanish Golden Century which was now proportionally stereotyped that prince are supposed to know about the historical literature artworks by Spanish heritage.
“ Dis CIA ting! Is absurd” my father mumbled in his broken English after he shoving his cellphone on a seat pocket.
The nightlife in Madrid is undoubtedly one of the city's main attractions. Tapas bars, cocktail bars, clubs, jazz lounges, live music venues, flamenco theatres and establishments of all kinds cater for all tastes and ages. Every night, venues pertaining to the Live Music Venues Association La Niche en Vivo host a wide range of live music shows. Everything from acclaimed to up-and-coming artists, singer-songwriters to rock bands, jazz concerts or electronic music sessions to enjoy music at its best.
I looked outside, my past was forming up and the reason the CIA will be sending me a body guard was the very same reason for my outrageous news on CNN of me getting drunk and hitting a couple of people and killing a notable prestigious son of Barcelona city mayor. Nightlife had led me to this, so my father now hired Katherine Jennifer Hudson from the CIA branch in America to Spain just for me to investigate and look after me.
I maybe was drunk but I know I didn’t kill him, only a few witnesses whom I never even seen told the media that I had done it but I declined every objections but sometimes when people keep on saying one stuff over and over it seems real even to the victim and the murderer, was I murderer I mean I am just college graduate and been to one hot wild party causing a scenario and maybe I did kill him.
I shook my head out the picture of I stabbing poor old Amado San the Casanova, maybe I was jealous of him getting all the blonde babes and charged on him.
I was meant to be the prince of Spain and I was even named after Spain, Casanova me was named Spain and yes I didn’t do it I know it and so does my heart.
The royal palace door opened and Elodia my girl-friend managed to swing her arms across my neck and slobber me up, that hoe was just a eye-candy and nothing more so I pushed her a little and told her to shoo but she found it rude which was and stabbed me with her nail scolding me.
“ Aaron, you are so intolerable, I was waiting here for you to return and this is how you behave with the girl of your dream” Elodia jabbed me as fake tears ran her eyes.
I sighed what a bad liar she was even, at least I tried to to trick girls into bed but she was my 2 year girl-friend whom I was sober and righteous to but I knew better then to trust some whore.
“ Elodia, honey, buttercup whatever! I know you never called or visited and hooked up with my friend Justin Charles the governor’s son for money and had sex with him positions which was impossible” I scolded her back with a hint of joy cause I really wanted a break from this girl.
She stomped and was about to slap me with her cursing foul mouth but a hand stopped her, a silky milky hand of an angel.
“Sir, Apology for the inconvenience but there is no way I can let you touch my boss” Katherine spoke smoothly, velvety with a hint of sultry I imagined. She was indeed a sex bomb with goddess written all over her face and figure that swooned me but I knew girls and pretty much Katherine would be a fall out like Elodia.
