Heartthrob of Aclea

Chapter 3 - Party, Party and Partayy!

I arrived at an empty mansion, far away from the palace, which I claimed to be mine. It was highly classified from my family and my relatives. Even Elliot and Ethan had no clue about it. I got out of my car and walked towards the balcony that overlooked spreading gold of sunset rays across arid landscape. So extraordinary it sent relief down my spine. I glued myself on a metallic chair, and began to smoke a cigar, filling the sunset with smoke. I was puffing out for second time when a high-pitched voice with a thick English accent echoed throughout the porch.

'Aaron! My mate! You needn't to miss this amazing voyage to heaven!' Franklin shoved some bright pills in my hand. He was so high that you could see him flying among clusters of stars. In my right hand, there were three blue, love-shaped pills. I had never seen these before. New drugs, I presumed.

'This is the stuff, man! Give them a shot!'

'Franklin, listen. We've got a party to throw. I don't want to get high right now. At least, not until we bring in tequilas and chips.' Today's date was marked as A Wild Party to Remember. As a pro party host, I better got ready for this phenomenal party!

'Aye, Captain!' Franklin did a salute sign against his forehead.

'It's Your Highness... or whatever. Go.'

Spotlights, endless loud cheers and invitees with red cups in their hands were everywhere. From where I took my dump to my personal swimming pool outside of the mansion. My tiredness was drained together with margaritas that I was taking. My hair was effing messy. My back is effing sweaty. My shirt was nowhere to be found except I was wearing my black bad boy leather jacket and ripped jeans. A familiar sound of clicking heels beckoned me. Ivy, a well-famed actress with olive skin and thick eyebrows, greeted me with a playful kiss on my neck. The lavender scent that she sprayed on herself filled up my lungs. A bit too strong, I coughed a little. She might have poured the whole bottle.

'Need more shots, my prince?' She offered playfully.

'Nah, I'm good.' Placing a lit cigar in my mouth, I inhaled tobacco to get rid of her ridiculous smell.

'You want to dance with me?'

'Actually, I'd prefer if you dance for me. Much more entertaining.'

She caressed my cheek and started to drop down to her heels before opening her legs, and slowly coming up with loud music blaring in the background.

'You know, Your Highness, I actually suggest-'

I'd lost my hearing sense as my eyes darted on her. She walked along the swimming pool with astonishing grace of a dancer, talking worriedly through her phone. Her intense emotion was evident in the frown of her flawless forehead. I stood frozen, watching the most wonderful platinum blond waves swirling down her back. To be honest, she drew my absolute attention because she was the only blonde around here. She looked very peaceful, like the kind of peace that I'd always long for. The kind of peace that could vanquish a million reasons to be a pathetic sack.

'I will fly to Japan soon so I might need... Your Highness...'

'AARON!'

SPPPPPPLLLAAAAASHHHH!

In a split second, the club scene had been replaced by gravely silence underwater. I was too focused on her that I walked mindlessly towards a groundless platform like a pervert. Depriving of oxygen, I swam back to the surface. My eyes were registered with worry and panic.

'DON'T WORRY, GUYS! THE KING OF YOUR PARTY IS STILL ALIVE! CONTINUE PARTYING!'

I raised my hand in the air to confirm my existence. I turned to where she was standing, hoping that she would notice me. Hoping that I would get her number but all I earned was a new form of misfortune. Nothing. No exchanging number. No hello. No goodbye.

She was already gone.

'I can be her.' I quickly turned around. A woman in a leopard bikini had both of her hands on her hips. 'It's a shame for a good-looking prince like you to be left unsatisfied. You desire this, Your Highness?' The Leopard Lady whispered in a very flirtatious way. Like a demanded lioness, she lowered her head to reach my lips and kissed me passionately. And the next thing I remembered was... we were under my blankets, in my bedroom until the sun rose.

'Ding, ding.' I conceded to numerous times of doorbells. A severe hangover made countless throbs of pain penetrate my head, forced my hands to spasm and ached every fibre of muscles. I got up and went to the bathroom to search for aspirin. This impermanent suffering needed to go away. When I closed the cabinet, I saw myself in the mirror and slapped my face for a few times.

Holy hell, these bloodshot eyes needed to go away.

'Ding, ding.' That was it. Putting on boxers, I dashed down to the front door. I wondered who would risk to disturb my morning. I peered behind the door and then swallowed hard. I was not surprised. I was just... amazed?

My bodyguards were amazing.

Periodt.

'Your lecture starts at 8 o'clock today and you wouldn't want to miss it.' Elliot shut his eyes briefly.

'I expected your voice to be thunderous but hey, you have a very thick layer of patience, Elliot, Ethan. My best security details ever!' I gave them my best hug and they resisted the temptation to reject it.

'We haven't invested a massive amount of trust upon you yet so let us free, take a long shower and be downstairs in ten, stat.'

'I don't need a long arse shower. I smell great.'

'I can't differentiate your scent with ones in a whorehouse.'

'Rude.'

'Are you talking to the mirror?' I giggled. Loosening my grip, I ran upstairs. 'What a stubborn prince! His brain never lacks hidden agendas.' Ethan shrugged. I felt a pang of gratification. My worst attitude paid them a huge amount of money. There was no way I could ease their job.

After a nice, hot shower, I put on jeans and a basic grey tee as it was not customary to wear formal attire in an academic event. I came back to my room with a pang of annoyance when Leopard Lady was still snoring loudly in my bed.

Shouldn't she be gone by now?

'Leopard Lady, this is not your home. Off you go.' I stood at the side of the bed, arms crossing.

'This Leopard Lady has a name, you know.' She yawned and positioned herself to face away from me. Frustrated, I came back from the bathroom with a bucket of water and ultimately surprised her with a hard splash. She abruptly rose, face flushing rage. I could see her mind collecting profanities to be thrown at me. Regardless, I was pretty serious when it came to using my stuff – my bed, precisely – beyond hours that I had fixed.

'What the actual fuck-'

'O.U.T. Now.' I pointed to my door.

'No wonder no one would want to hang out with you! You're despicable!' Echoed The Leopard Lady impatiently. I got that a lot. I did not care. I couldn't care less.