Arabian Prince
“Oh, I wish you were here, Barbie” I say to my best friend on the other side of the phone.
“I wish so too” she coos
“This party is just such a drab without you,” I pout, the party is a real drab no jokes. “What are you doing in Greece anyway, shouldn’t you be back by now?”
“I know, I should but I met this really hot guy and oh!—“
I blink, that was totally a moan and now I hear a man’s voice in the background. What the? You better be kidding me right now. I hear another sound and dramatically pull the phone away from my ears, stare it down, before putting it back to my ears again.
“What is going on there? Don’t tell me you are having sex right now” I say into the phone, not at all pleased. I am stuck here in this boring party my father threw and my best friend I am venting to is all the way in Greece being fucked by some guy who is most likely hot. Bloody unfair!
I hear another annoyingly pleasured moan and I am positively appalled. “Barbessa Mortimer don’t tell me you stayed back in Greece, leaving your very best friend, just to get fucked by some man?!”
“Oh, yes!”
“Ahh! Don’t moan in my ear, dammit!”
“You know what babe, I will call you back—- yes, baby, just like that….. oh, fuck!” She ends with some really loud moan, that must be getting intense. I end the call.
I hate this. I should be somewhere having my brains pleasurably fucked out by some hot exotic guy and not here in this boring old people’s party— it is less of a party really and more of a royally boring gala. A gathering of my father’s business associates and friends. By some stupid daughter duty, I am obliged to attend. I and my older brother Liel, though I don’t see that fucker around, he has probably snuck away leaving my miserable ass here. There isn’t even actual alcohol at this snooze fest.
By some miracle, I am able to endure an hour more of the most boring event of the year before I tell my mom I am headed home. Once I get home I crash out.
**
The next morning I find my brother, Liel, who had let me endure that torture last night by myself, in the kitchen.
“Hello, fucker, I am surprised to see you are back” I say, grabbing a jug of orange juice from the fridge and pulling out a glass, “You left me, where did you go last night?”
“Did you enjoy the party?” He asks instead, “Mom said it was wonderful” he winks
“You fucker… asshole!” I can’t believe he actually got away with missing the event they made mandatory for me. Liel laughs as he makes to leave the kitchen with two trays of coffee and cream rolls.
“Where are you going with two trays? Now eating double?” I ask, curious
“The other tray is for someone” he simply replies and leaves.
I don’t think much of it, he probably has a friend over.
“Good morning, Miss Leah-Angeline” the cook, Sana, greets as she enters the large kitchen, I return her greeting. “What would you like for breakfast?” She asks
“Just my usual latte and some chocolate cake, some fruits by the side” I tell her as I head back to my room to have my bath before the breakfast is ready.
I take an unhurried bath in my tub, complete my fifteen step skin and hair care routine, put on a nice simple cream silk dress that stops mid thighs, brush out and plait in a single long braid my nearly waist length dark hair then I go down for breakfast.
The day moves slowly after breakfast, I don’t have much else to do. Barbie is currently unavailable as she is probably still going at it like horny rabbits with her Greece guy, my younger sisters— who can be very annoying sometimes, Allegra and Alyssa— are currently in school, both are at Yale, Liel is somewhere in the mansion with whoever he brought home, dad is out doing business and mom went out a while ago with her friends. If we were back home in the states, I would have probably gone shopping or hung out with some of my celebrity friends or fellow ‘rich kids’, but we are currently in Dubai and I have no friend here at the moment to hand out with.
Super annoying. Here I am in this big luxury heavily guarded mansion that has all the entertainments a house of this magnitude could possibly have, and yet I am dying to go out.
The weather is hot today, as it usually is around here, perhaps I can kill time by taking a dip in the Olympic sized swimming pool in the center of the C-shaped mansion.
Putting on a pretty revealing, golden, white two piece bikini, I feel super hot like I am the hot star of some reality show— not those low budget cheesy ones— as I step out to the pool area. I swim around for some minutes before I come out of the water and lounge on one of the white beach chairs by the pool, my sunglasses shielding my eyes from the sun, my skin already covered in sunscreen— I didn’t come out to get sunburnt.
Soon, I find my frustrated self having sexual fantasy daydreams. Imagining that some hot guy was here with me right now massaging my shoulders and slowly moving downward my body till he gets down in front of me, his face in line with where I really want to feel hi—
“Hey! What gives?!” I open my eyes and remove my sunglasses as something blocks the sun. I don’t know if I am still in my frustration fueled fantasy or if the hot Arabian prince before me right now is really here— okay, jokes over, come take your Aladdin, Jasmine.
And I must have said that last thought about Aladdin and Jasmine aloud because the Arabian prince looks confused then he laughs, “You are still weird, Angeline” and with that he goes.
I sit up and watch him head inside. So he is real. I must have been so into my fantasies I didn’t hear him walk up to me. Who is he? And what is he doing in my house? He is hot yeah but I doubt he is in the right place.
Liel comes out of the house from another entrance and walks up to me. I am about to ask him if he knows who the Arabian prince is when he asks, “Have you seen Isak?”
My eyes blink twice.
“Wait, the Arabian prince in the golden kaftan?”
“Arabian prince? What? Yeah, he is wearing a golden kaftan and he came this way, have you seen him?”
“The Arabian prince is Isak?!” I can barely hold my surprise in. Isak Alpha is the son of an Arab elite and is an old friend of Liel’s who I haven’t seen in years. Last I saw him, years ago, he was basic, when did he get so handsome and hot?!
Liel rolls his eyes not having time for my dramatics, “Where did he go?”
Unable to speak coherently without screaming about the Arabian prince who is Isak, I point towards the direction Isak went and Liel goes that way.
Watch who you call your homie, because how would Liel have a friend as hot as that over and he did not tell me. Like how?! Why?!
Standing up from the beach chairs, I head to the second floor and straight to my room to begin arranging my hottest outfits for the next days— clothes that will make me look effortlessly hot and sexy without being obvious. I have got my eyes set on a certain Arabian prince and I hope he is staying.
