'𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖘 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖒𝖆𝖉𝖊 𝖎𝖙 𝖔𝖓 𝕷𝖔𝖞𝖙'𝖘 𝖇𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖉𝖆𝖞 𝖎𝖓𝖛𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓. 𝕷𝖆𝖉𝖞 𝕮𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝕭𝖆𝖗 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕽𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖚𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖆𝖙 𝖘𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓. 𝕭𝖊 𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖌𝖊𝖙 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖉.'

My body shakes with amusement as I reread Loyt's birthday invitation card. When I'd first received it from Mr. Hudson I questioned if Loyt had brought any other friends along to accompany him on his exclusive birthday party, but Mr. Hudson told me that he gave out invitations to random people at a restaurant one night and those are who will attend his party, if they decide to come.

If that doesn't sums up Loyt I don't know what does.

I was very skeptical about going to the party but knowing Loyt he would probably come into my room and drag me to Lady Crown restaurant and bar my hair or legs. So, not attending this party was inevitable and he was my friend so why not?

At seven, Mr. Hudson and I made our way upstairs and across the ship to Lady Crown. I myself haven't even been to that side of the ship so I wasn't familiar. Our journey is silent, but comfortable, for unknown reasons given just a week ago it felt so unbearable just being in the same room with him and now we're walking merely six inches from each other and the atmosphere is so peaceful.

I'm not all that oblivious as to why there is a shift in the air when we are together. I do know why I can feel a bit comfortable around Mr. Hudson but I don't know why I feel like we're friends.

His change in attitude has changed since the fake date and almost kiss, he's much nicer nowadays but I shouldn't let my guard down because I'm sure he's capable of becoming a devil to me the moment he decides to.

Maybe Loyt was right, he's probably getting used to me.

As we walk woody, floral, citrus aroma fills my nostrils and I know the source of such a splendid smell. He towers over me as we walk beside each other with such focus evident in face as he looks at the small map clutched in his hands. His forehead is lined with creases and his bottom lip is pulled in his mouth while his teeth holds it in place and his eyes are slightly squinted.

After minutes of walking following Mr. Hudson we get to restaurant and bar finally. The restaurant is playing classical music and holds couples enjoying their dinners. The quiet scene makes me question why Loyt added the 'prepare to get wild' in the invitation card if this was the vibe. Soon without warning my arm his being pulled by Mr. Hudson himself and the tingles begin again. I roll my eyes at the sensations just because I was starting to get annoyed by it every time my skin came into contact with his.

When he's done dragging me, a gasp escapes my lips as the glorious scenery meets my eyes. We were outside on the balcony and to say that this place looked magnificent was understating it. There were tables and chairs provided with beautiful glowing lanterns sitting atop the tables along with a a bottle of Vodka.

Okay maybe now I know why he said to prepare to get wild.

Even though Mr. Hudson and I had arrived a little early-ish there were about twenty five people here at the bar already. The balcony was decorated with gold ribbons and balloons and some of the had Loyt spelt on them.

"I'm going to need your invitations to verify that you were invited to this area" a buff, short tattooed man approaches me. I furrow my brows in confusion. "I didn't know I had to bring along my invitation with me" I say truthfully feeling a little dumb that the idea of bringing my card slipped me. Mr. Hudson pulls his out and shows it to the guy.

"She's with me" he says effortlessly making the familiar flutters erupt in my stomach at his words.

What the hell?

My mind goes into a frenzy at the sudden sensation in the center of my being. I didn't know where this was coming from. Butterflies? I'm probably just nervous or something else that doesn't relate to Mr. Hudson.

"Sorry but this was no plus one invitation. I need hers-"

"Noah, Jax" Loyt shouts from the right of us barging in at the right moment.

"I'm Noah" I tell the man and he nods and walkaway but not before making sure Loyt walked directly up to me.

"Happy birthday Loyt" I wrap my arms around his slender tall body engulfing him in my short arms while his bergamot and cedarwood smell finds my nostrils.

Damn. Male cologne was sexy.

"Thank you my lovely Noah" he beams.

"I'm not telling you happy birthday because you forgot mine last year" Mr. Hudson says while placing a hand on Loyt's shoulder.

"Mate, I told you I had a pregnancy scare and it slipped my mind" Loyt defends and a smile stretches across Mr. Hudson's face and he eventually wishes him a happy birthday.

The party goes into full swing with music, drinking and provocative dancing. I only took two shots for the night because getting drunk isn't a part of my job description. If I may admit my eyes followed him. From his attractive body clothed in a crème silk blouse and dark skinny jeans to his muscular arms and his divine face. I examined every part of him and when his head turned occasionally to look at me at the bar I pretended that I was looking elsewhere. As I looked at him the euphoric feeling throughout my body was uncontrollable and that was a dangerous thing.

"Beer pong Noah?" I jump at the unexpected sound of his voice, my body tenses as my first name drips from his lips. I look at him ready to turn down his offer.

"Nope" I say strongly while his smell invades my atmosphere.

"You've been sitting at the bar all night sipping soda and watching everyone else have fun" I purse my lips and cock my head to the side waiting for him to continue "Isn't that a bit weird? You didn't come to Loyt's party to just sit around did you?"

"I also came for the food, entertainment and to watch Loyt have fun" I deadpan but a laugh escapes his irresistabe-I mean horrible lips.

"One game and that's it"

"What's in it for me?" I raise my brows as I sit up and straighter, jutting my chin out and coming closer to his face.

"Whatever you desire love" a roguish smile extends across his freckled face and the flutters in my stomach increases a million. Disorientation comes over me for about a second and I soon play it off.

"Collect your own food from the kitchen" I let out quickly and he nods in agreement.

I am positioned at the end of the table and looking at the amount of cups filled with beer has my once dry hands now dampened. My once stable heart pounds frantically in my throat and I violently chew on my dry lips.My breathing increases rapidly as I look at him with pure mischief dancing in his gaze.

What are you planning Mr. Hudson?