The first bottle of champagne at the Beaumont Bash had been uncorked at 7:30pm. It was now 3:15am. Lady Penelope was asleep on a pile of hay that was left for the horses. Lady Hana Lee had found her way to the couch and was snuggled up with a blanket. Drake Walker was passed out on a lounge chair outside, empty whiskey bottle in hand. Prince Liam was sprawled on top of his bed in his chambers, half undressed. Lady Olivia Nevrakis was curled up at the foot of the bed. Duke Bertrand Beaumont was in the study, snoring in an office chair. Lord Maxwell Beaumont and Lady Mackenzie Teller were in the middle of the ballroom, engaged in a dance off.
“You want that money then you gotta be a bad bitch!” He sang along to the mid-2000s banger, pointing at her after executing a surprisingly graceful turn.
“Drop it down to the floor if you a bad bitch!” She countered, trying to drop it low in a significantly less graceful manner. Back and forth it went, as it had been for the better part of an hour.
As the song ended, Mackenzie collapsed onto the floor with a dramatic sigh as she attempted to catch her breath. Maxwell laid down next to her.
“Maxwell?”
“Yeah.”
“What if I don’t want that money?” She asked, voice slurring slightly, “I mean, I like being a bad bitch and all…”
“You’re the baddest in all of Cordonia.”
“Thank you. But what if I don’t want that money? What if I want… a different money? A money with no money” Maxwell was quiet for a moment, and then stood back up, offering Mackenzie a hand.
“I think you deserve to do what makes you happy.” He twirled her and drew her in closer than expected. She smiled and gently pressed her lips against his. They both jumped back with a gasp, hands shooting up to their mouths, and started giggling.
“Ohhh Maxwell, just wait until Bertrand finds out! You’re going to be in so much trouble!”
“Uh, Mack? You kissed me.”
“Right. I’m going to be in so much trouble! But so are you. You’re supposed to be helping me win the prince’s heart aren’t you? Not… doing… this.” She leaned in slowly and kissed him again.
“Yeah…” He muttered in between kisses, “Hey where is Liam anyway?”
“Come on,” Mackenzie said abruptly, cutting off his train of thought and taking him by the hand, “I have something to show you.” The pair clumsily made their way through the halls of the manor towards her bedroom.
“You know,” Mackenzie purred, leaning against the now closed door, “There’s nothing stopping us from doing whatever we want in here.” The pair locked eyes for a moment, and then raced towards the bed.
“I win!” Maxwell shouted as he leapt on top of the bed, jumping up and down.
“Damn skirts slowed me down.” She grumbled, hoisting her dress up over her knees as she hopped up as well, joining in the jumping. Maxwell attempted a mid-air leg grab, undershot the distance, and collapsed onto the bed, causing her to burst out laughing.
“Go ahead and laugh at my pain!” He cried out, causing her to laugh even harder. He grabbed her leg and Mackenzie let out a small yelp as she fell onto the mattress next to him.
“Oh you are so going to pay for that!” She threatened, leaning over him with her arms on either side of his head. She captured his lips in a searing kiss. He reached up, tangling his hands in her hair, pulling her closer. Mackenzie reached down and started undoing his shirt buttons, but he flipped her over, pinning her wrists above her head.
“I want to leave something to the imagination, it’s sexy!”
“You are so weird.” A grin spread across her face, “It’s what I like about you.” She tilted her head up and kissed him, again and again.
After a long while of sloppy making out, Maxwell leaned back, propping himself up on a black sleeved elbow, “I’ve have to get back to my own room.” Mackenzie pouted and let out a small noise of displeasure. “You do not want to face Bertrand’s wrath if he finds us together, trust me.”
“Fine, you’re right.” She conceded with a sigh.
“But, Mackenzie, I am so happy this happened tonight.” He took both of her hands in his, his eyes alight, “It just goes to show that all’s well that macks well.” She slowly blinked at him. “Because I’m Maxwell… and you… go by Mack…” The corners of her mouth twitched, as if fighting off a smile. She leaned in to kiss him sweetly before the smile could fully spread across her face. He got up to leave, popping his head in for one last grin before disappearing behind the door. Mackenzie rolled over onto her side, the events of the past few hours already starting to fade into a blur.
