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Five years ago, no one could convince him he would become the son of the world's most powerful woman. He had always looked up to his mother, even before the whole world recognised her Power.
He understood why U.S. citizens elected her. Of course, many men hated the idea of a woman leading a country, simply due to her gender.But nothing was more powerful than watching his mother, Cyrene Rosier, confidently prove those men wrong.
Instead of sitting in his small shared bedroom fighting his way through law school, he is now sitting in a bedroom that feels too empty, no matter the paintings he has hung. Sadly, the White House doesn’t have smaller bedrooms, so he just has to deal with it.
And the stories about the White House hallways don’t help Evans situation. Because he is sure at nights, when he tries to fall asleep he can hear ghosts laughing at him as they run around. He’s not crazy, many people even believe the ghost that haunt the White House.
The previous presidents who might have died of old age here, or maybe from something worse. Other souls who have passed here. And now Evan and his family were living here, and he hated how big his room was because he had a feeling a ghost was watching him.
He groaned standing up and heading towards his canvas. He tried to study really, but his mind can’t seem to calm down. What he loved about painting was that he became so immersed in it. Once his brush glided across the canvas, he was gone.
A door creak snapped him back instantly making his brush fall. “Sorry.” Lilian Rosier, his sister apologised hastily. “You all should really take the painting away from me,” Evan groaned seeing the sun set down outside his abnormal large window.
“You’d kill us if we touched any of the painting materials.” Lilian laughed out, stepping into sunlit room. Evan looked at his painting, he had painted a landscape of a Palace what looked like the Royalty was celebrating a Wedding.
“I don’t understand why do I keep painting about a Palace.” Evan asked as he stood up stretching, another after another bone cracked in his body quickly.
“Maybe you dream to be a prince.” Lilian poked his chest grinning. Lilian was his favourite sister. She was just a year younger than Evan, but they felt like they had a twin bond. Maybe that’s why Lilian showed up suddenly at his door, because she felt Evan being off.
“Yeah right, like Id want to be some snob.” Evan snorted jumping onto his bed, his sister following shortly after. “You’re literally the eldest son of a President. Basically like a Prince in waiting.” Lilian mocked him, knowing Evan disliked a certain Prince. He could feel Liliana eyes on him but he ignored them, and looked at the time on his phone.
“Evan,”
You know you’re off, when your sister changes the topic suddenly. “Lili.” Evan warned her. He knew what she would ask. And maybe that’s why Evans been off lately, but it’s really not his fault.
“Evan, you know you have to take them.” Lilian sighed, watching her brother roll his eyes. “I want this room to be smaller, have more walls, more stairs, something more. It’s driving me nuts.” Evan ran his hands against his face looking into the now nearly dark room.
“Yeah i need to get out too. I’m starting to think the halls have ghost.” Lilian whispered, as Evans skin broke into goosebumps at the ghost part.
“Then let’s go. Let’s go have some fun. Maybe call Pandora and Regulus?” Evans face lit up instantly, ready to talk his sister into going out. His sister smiled sadly, “you know it’s easier to say this than do it. The guards will follow us.”
“Then we sneak out.”
And somehow in a few hours they were successful. In about a few more hours someone will notice they’re gone and the world will be looking for both of the troublemakers. They met up with Pandora and Regulus in the closest hidden away place by the club Pandora owned.
It was more of a strip club, but a club anyways. No one ‘ordinary’ was there so no one would fan over the presidents son and daughter. Evan already felt lighter, weirdly enough he loved rooms having a lot going on, or being full. He hated a quiet empty huge room, like his bedroom.
Before they could Step into the room fully, eyes were on them, even if Evan could hardly see which ones, he could feel the stares. Evan knew he wasn’t ugly, no Rosier ever born was Ugly. and his friends? Pandora was basically a walking siren with Regulus.
A waitress instantly showed up at their table giving drinks. “Thank you dear.” Pandora winked, handing her a 100$ bill. Evan was glad they sneaked out, he already felt much better and the alcohol in his system felt much tastier than the disgusting pills he had to take. Across the room he could feel a pair of eyes on him, no stare ever made the hairs on his skin stand up.
Evan downed another shot as he went to bathroom, having a very good idea that the man would follow, whoever he was.
Fixing his hair in the mirror, the lights turned off only giving emergency lights out, which weren’t really light, just a small orange light.
“Are you so famous that I cant even know who you are?” Evan asked, grinning even thought he knew the strange man wont be able to see it. Before Evan could turn around, he felt the mans chest at his back, not touching yet but nearly.
“What’s Presidents son doing here?” What was it about this man that made Evan feel like this? No one has ever made him feel weak in his knees, especially that voice. “What’s wrong with this place?” All Evan could see was a black silhouette in the mirror. The man locked Evan against the counter with both his hands, leaning closer into Evans body.
“There’s many hookers. Ready to spill the secrets from the famous who come here, they could make a fortune from you.”
“And are you a hooker?” Evan asked, huffing out a laugh. “That’s an insult for me.” Was that British accent he just heard? Evan shook it off from having a bit too much to drink.
“You better not tell a thing to anyone,” Evan whispered turning around, his hand caressed the other man’s face, finding his lips. It was really hard to see his face being tipsy and it being nearly pitch black. But Evan could feel that this stranger in front of him was a really attractive man. “Or what?” The stranger asked, and this time Evan could feel him smirking.
It was Evans time to smirk before he teased the strangers lips with his own, the strangers hand came onto Evans waist. Evan knew the man in front of him was getting desperate, but Evan loved teasing.
Evans tongue brushed the strangers lips slightly, he seemed about to say something so Evan quickly gave a small peck to shut him up, deepening the kiss quickly. The stranger pulled Evans waist tighter onto his own body, his other hand in Evans hair, grabbing it tight.
The kiss quickly turned heated and somewhat hungry, their clothes half open. Evan never had a reaction to a kiss like this before. Sure they were heated because he was into it, but with this stranger. It was like a tension being relieved.
The stranger tugged on Evans hair making him moan softly, as he trailed his lips against Evans neck. “Christ, who are you?” Evan asked breathless, feeling the man unbuckle his belt. Evan would spend his entire life here if he could, but before anything could happen-
-Of course someone had to disturb them, a knock and a hurried “Mr.” Evan pulled away, trying to catch his breath. “I don’t think a hooker would be called ‘Mr.’ “ Evan doesn’t know why he said that out of all things, The stranger let go of his waist and hair, chuckling. “I could show you I don’t fuck like a hooker, but I gotta go. Duty calls.”
And just like that he disappeared like possible ghosts in his hallways. After a few minutes of trying to make himself decent, Lilian barged in the bathroom, she looked Evan up and down and shook her head “they found us.” Evan groaned as he went out of the bathroom seeing his bodyguard looking pissed.
Evan would never understand how the Paparazzi do it. Not even before Evan could fall onto his bed, his phone was already blowing up. He turned it off mumbling a quiet ‘fuck you’ and fell asleep.
And the first thing he does see is rumours going around about a secret ‘special’ someone from the club Evan nearly fucked. Because being slightly drunk and trying to make himself look decent isn’t a good idea.
“I look pretty good, there should be a look trending ‘freshly fucked’” Evan shrugged looking at the multiple magazines his mom had slapped on the table. Lilian groaned next to him. His mother on other side, She looked-
Furious wouldn't even describe the word. She was ready to kill two children of hers, cover up their murder and erase them from the world. “This is not the time for Jokes, Evan!” His mother tried to stay calm. Really, but it was hard when you had two children like Evan and Lilian.
“Not only you sneaked out without bodyguards, You went also to an erotic club, filled with so many whores that could end this life. And you Evan, come out of the club looking like five of them got their hands on you!” His mother ranted on and on, but he knew the strange man didn’t feel like a hooker.
“He wasn’t a hooker.” Evan interrupted his mothers ranting, she turned sharply looking at Evan with wide eyes. Now this was the best time to come out, no one in the room dared to make a sound, of course he didn’t know what his mother was thinking. But everyone in the room was tensed up, and Evan tried really hard not to laugh.
He covered up the laugh by clearing his throat and looking at his lap. “Well then who was he? And no whores say they’re hookers, Evan. For all the things he could be the prince of the United Kingdom.”Evan grimaced, not the prince of of UK. His mother atleast sounded now much calmer, but why did she have to mention the prince?
“Because I know the owner, she wouldn’t let anything like that to happen to any of her customers. And the hookers aren’t a low class either, and the one i was with, someone said ‘mr.” And he ran off saying duty calls.” Evan explained, massaging his temples, he really was lightweight.
Cyrene sighed, “do you Atleast know who the other man was?” Evan shook his head. Cyrene didn’t say anything, she stood up and went to both her children. “You do this one more time, without security and I will burry you alive, understand?” His mother lovinglyexplained, both children nodded.
“Yes mom.” They said in sync, Cyrene smiled softly and kissed both heads.
“Now shoo, pack your bags.” Cyrene ordered, Evan was confused, why did they have to pack their bags? Lilian seemed to notice and dragged Evan out of the room, their personal bodyguards trailing after them.
“Tell me you didn’t forget.” Lilian asked sharply, to be honest Evan was terrified when his sisters or his mother used that tone. They really were all alike.
“Forget? Noo, I didn’t forget something possibly important.” Evan struggled to remeber whatever it was with his hungover.
“Idiot, the Royal Wedding. Prince Andrew is marrying Princess Amelia” Lilian explained, suddenly stopping in the hallway crossing her arms. This time Evan could laugh. And he did.
“Evan I really think you’re going insane.” Lilian sounded worried, Evan calmed down. “No, Prince AndrewAND Princess Amelia?? Have you seen them? They’re like the Parents of all the gay babies.” Evan ranted on, searching on his phone. He found a picture of two of them together. “Them?Married?” He showed Lilian a picture of Andrew and Amelia holding hands.
“Yes, I know but they’re getting married. And we’re going.” Lilian started walking again, they went to dressing room to get their clothes approved for the wedding.
Green really was Evans colour. And he wanted to piss off Prince. Of course the girls got amazing dresses. Lilian was lucky getting a silk green dress that dragged on the floor,”bit annoying” she said having to hold the dress. And Evan just got a sage green suit, hugging his body perfectly. His other sister, Miranda got a dark green gown.
When they were done, Evan painted last night. But he was unable to finish the painting, the strangers face was missing. He let the canvas dry as he fell into the bed and fell asleep, being back at the clubs bathroom.
Evan really started to regret having the suit he had. It was too tight to sit in it and it was getting too warm. Goddamn England weather.
Thankfully they finally arrived at the wedding. They got pat down quickly, just for security. Handed a number and walked in, as soon as Evan saw the view. He didn’t know if he was either panicking or really amazed. This was his painting but actually. Detail to detail. Everything was accurate. “Evan?” Lilian snakes her hand through his.
“Lili, I drew this.” Evan sighed, looking around, Everything. “Didn’t know you could see future.” Lilian mocked him grinning.
“Not funny, this is some deja vu thing. Spooky, I think the ghosts are getting to me.” Evan rubbed his arm, looking around. “Don’t worry, maybe it was just a coincidence.”
And that’s what Evan called it. A coincidence, a very detailed coincidence. Bunch of people were dancing, and chatting. Lilian the poor woman, got swapped away and forced to dance with Prince Barty Jr. The camera flashes were hungry for this, and the jerk was using his sister. If he’ll make a scene, his mother really will kill him.
And Evan, he was just drinking the disguting champagne. Few heiresses made puppy eyes to him, but he was looking for someone to piss off. After a while the sun was slowly setting down.
And there he was, looking as bored as Evan looked. But sober.”Why does the royal family spend nearly 50k on champagne towers?” Evan asked sliding up to Prince Barty Jr.
“Why do you always drink?” Barty asked back, not taking his eyes off of his brother and new Princess dancing. What was that supposed to mean?
“Why do you always ask questions and not answer the questions asked to you?” Evan shot back, this time Barty side glanced at Evan.
“What do you want Mr. Rosier?” Barty asked, sipping on a drink, not alcohol. As Prince Charming doesn’t drink of course. Evan faked a gasp, “oh my, we’re back at last name basis?”
“Well then, my apologies, your majesty. I just wish to know what is your goddamn business with my sister.” Evan faked a grace, his half Champaign spilling over. He tried very hard to hold back his tongue, he wanted to threaten a Prince, if he hurt his sister but he knew it was a bad idea to do so.
“I didn’t know you could talk this nice. Usually it’s every second word a swear word. “ Barty shrugged, “I just gave a media to talk about something, besides my very gay brother and his very lesbian wife.” He added, but Evan knew he wanted to say something else. Barty turned around facing Evan, and something was in those mischievous eyes of his.
“And who knows, maybe your sister will be the next Princess.” And there it was, Evans jaw clenched and the glass in his hands blew up. “try that and you won’t see the sunlight anymore.”
“Are you threatening a Prince?” Barty replied teasingly, he stepped toward a bit, Evan could feel the anger flooding heat in his eyes. One wrong move and he is himself dead.
“I’m not threateningyou yet, that’s a promise. She doesn’t deserve a stuck up, spoiled brat, sorry excuse of a Prince. You come anywhere near my sister again and I swear to all your ancestors you will join them.” Evan was holding back to not punch a Prince. But the fucker was just smiling at him.
“You forgot few words, arrogant, selfish, attention seeker, manwhore.” Barty counted, stepping closer, making Evan step back because why the hell was he getting closer.
“More of reasons you don’t get my sister. So back off.” Evan grunted, leaving his side off to get a new glass of champagne. “Maybe you should stop drinking?” Barty now once again suddenly popped up besides him.
“Fuck you.” Evan grunted out once again, downing down the glass of champagne. “It tastes like shit by the way.” He said dropping the glass once again.
This evening could have ended differently. Evan wouldn’t say anything and just leave, like a bigger person. He’d save himself a headache and everyone would be happy. No, instead he had to cause chaos. And all because the Prince grabbed his wrist as he was stepping away.
In defence, he tried hitting a Prince and failed Miserably. Evans Hand flew by the princes head, all Barty had to do was hold them both, but instead they both fell with champagne tower falling onto them.
Evan was too shocked, he will die by shitty Champaign, Barty's body quickly went over Evans. He stopped thinking and quickly shielded the Prince’s head with his arms shielding them both from the crashing glass and wet champagne.
“You fucking idiot.” Barty mumbled, both drenching in Champaign and glass all around them. Evan looked around, then shocked at a Prince on top of him who just swore.
“I’m so dead.”