AAMON'S REIGN

CHAPTER 8

Everyone started to laugh at Aamon. 

They all think he was just trying brag them that he could afford one. Every one in the class knew that Aamon was poor and barely could meet ends meet. 

Aamon had already anticipated that they wouldn’t even believe him in the first place. However, Aamon couldn’t simply let them continue mocking him—never again.

“Oh come on, how on earth would you even pay, moron? Through the subsidy that the government has grant you?” one of the members of Bruce’s gang said.

It caused another series of mocking laugh for the crowd after they heard that.  And it didn’t end there, after that, another one of Bruce’s gang member immediately prompted saying, “Yeah, what was that he said last time? Oh right, ‘that’s the only money I have.’” and he gave out a hoarse laugh.

One more pointed at Aamon and said, “People like you are a trash of society, milking out from the taxes that our parents pays.”

Bruce gave off a smirk, pleased with the mockery that Aamon was having at the moment. And it would seem that it was even enough for him. At the back of his head, he wanted to humiliate Aamon even more. 

He was planning to make him pay heavily for what his cousin had done the last time. 

Meanwhile, Aamon was not going to let all those words slide without putting an effort to slap them the reality that he is no longer poor. 

Before another one could begin to mock him, Aamon suddenly called on the waiter. 

Bruce and the rest of his gang, including Venice was laughing at what Aamon was doing. They all knew that Aamon wouldn’t possibly be able to pay a single glass. And they couldn’t wait to see him get humiliated yet again.

“Can I know the entire bill of this party?” Aamon confidently asked.

For that instance, Bruce couldn’t help but finally say, “You couldn’t even afford a single glass and yet, you dare to ask for the entire class’ bill? You’re seriously out of your mind, you bastard.”

Aamon simply ignored Bruce and head his way to Rupert. “Let’s take our seat at the corner, order anything you want. It’s on me tonight.” he told Rupert.

“Wow, seriously? Where did you get the money? Don’t tell me you’re using your allowance here?”

“No, silly.” Aamon replied.

“Don’t worry about me, I can pay, buddy.” Rupert replied.

“Nah, I said this one is on me so get whatever you want.” Aamon insisted. 

As the two of them, head their way into the vacant cubicle, Aamon immediately called the waiter and asked for a menu. 

“I remember asking about this whole party’s bill, right?” Aamon said as he handed over the black card that Deshna handed over earlier. 

Even Rupert was so amazed by what he was seeing. He couldn’t believe that Aamon was actually using a super elite card. “What the hell, is this seriously yours? Since when did you even own a credit card? Wait a second, don’t tell me you stole this?”

Aamon quickly snatched it from Rupert and said, “I don’t steal anything, Rupert. This was given to me.”

Aamon then handed over the card to the waiter and told him, “I want to pay everything that my friend here orders and also the entire party being held here tonight.” 

“Wow, buddy? Did you win some kind of lottery or something? The last time I check, you were still worrying where to get the tuition fee for next month and now here you are spending like a crazy billionaire with that black card.” Rupert remarked. 

“It’s quite a long story, but you say that maybe I did win a lottery for having that.” Aamon lied. He was still contemplating whether he would tell Rupert the rest. For now, it would be best if he slowly introduce the changes in him to his friend.

Meanwhile, as Aamon and Rupert were on the cubicle, Bruce was already planning something that would humiliate Aamon once more. As his gang went back to their usual business inside the party. 

Bruce went and approached the waiter who assisted Aamon earlier and shot him a quick glance to follow him at the back. The waiter then left and and shot a quick glance. Not before long the two were already at the back.

Litle did Aamon know that right before he could even arrive, Bruce had already planned to talked with the waiter of the club and instruct him of their plan to further humiliate Aamon. 

“What did that punk told you?” Bruce quickly asked the waiter after walking near him.

The waiter was feeling a bit nervous, it was evident with the way his body quite tremble in the presence of Bruce, “He asked me about the entire bill of the party again and handed me this card to pay everything.”

Bruce snatched the black card from the waiter and took a short glance at it. He was not really familiar with it since he doesn’t have one.

“So does he have money in the bank now?” Bruce commented.

And the waiter was unsure whether to answer that so he just remained silent. 

“Hey, I want you to do something for me.” Bruce told the waiter.

“What is it, sir?” he asked.

“I want you to take the money from this card and give to me. And then make him think that this card is rejected.”

“But sir, this is a credit card.”

“I don’t care what card is that, just do what I say or I’ll beat your sorry face, you fool!” Bruce said, never letting the waiter say another word.

After that, Bruce went inside. “Where have you been?” Venice asked him but Bruce didn’t even answer. Instead, he pulled Venice for a passionate kiss.

This scene was witnessed by Aamon from the cubicle. And Bruce knew that Aamon was watching so he made sure to let him see how he spank Venice’s ass in public.

Bruce could feel that envy that Aamon was hiding and since he was not satisfied seeing that, he went closer to Aamon’s cubicle again and seated with them. He even brought Venice with him.

“How was your first party, bastard?” Bruce sarcastically asked Aamon as he continue to slide his hands on Venice legs. He was doing it on purpose to aggravate Aamon and provoke him.

Bruce could already feel that it was working as he witness Aamon trying to contain himself. He was determined to trigger Aamon so that when Aamon loses it, he would have the reason to beat and kill him this time.

But just as he was about to do that, a middle-aged man, about in his late forties, abruptly came from the staff room and was being followed by the waiter who was still behaving nervously behind the man.

The rest of them in the cubicle was all shocked because they have no idea what was going on. Until the middle-aged man spoked and said, “Who among you owns this card?” he then showed the black card. 

His tone was too authoritative that it instantly send chills for everyone.

Thinking that perhaps the card Aamon was using may have been a stolen one and this man before them could be the store manager who found out about the card, Bruce had the impression that Aamon had just dug up his own grave.

Suddenly, Bruce pointed Aamon who was sitting across him and said, “That bastard was the one who brought that card. I saw him earlier handing that over your waiter.” with a grin on his face.