by Rachel Angel
This time, he didn’t want to share his time with me. He wanted me all to himself.
Of course Hunter and Ori wasn’t happy about it, but they seemed to know something was going on with Kaz.
But the flight was long enough where I had plenty of sexy times with Hunter and Ori, too. It made the flight much shorter, and much more enjoyable.
When we landed, Hunter and Ori were in great spirits. Kaz was happy, too, as we walked as a group off the plane and into a waiting white limo.
“I’ve booked the Penthouse Suite at the Royal Intercontinental,” Hunter said. “Centrally located to all the sites.”
“What I want to see,” Kaz said, entwining his fingers through mine, “is every place that is special to Tempest. I want to know everything about you, Tempest.”
“No, you don’t,” I said.
“I do,” he said, already taking out his phone. “First off, what are your favorite restaurants? We’ll hit all of them.”
“Hunter? Ori?” I plead, “Kaz has gone Ka-zy!”
“Ka-zy?” Ori asked grinning.
“Yeah,” Hunter joined in, “Like Krazy, but it’s only referring to Kaz being crazy.”
“I love Tempest’s witty wordism,” Kaz said. “She comes up with the wittiest new words. There should be TempTalk like Ted Talk, only it’s all about Tempest’s new words and take on the world. TempTalk.”
“Hmmm, considering…” I said. “Considering. TempestTalk probably. Temp sounds like ‘temperature’ or ‘temporary’.”
The guys laughed as we head towards one of my favorite restaurants. All Day Dim Sum in Chinatown.
“Hey seriously,” I said. “Here’s another idea…if we can do this from Kingsbury, we should put on something like a global conference where people from all kinds of backgrounds can provide their views on things going on around the world. That way the world gets to hear all kinds of different perspectives.”
Hunter nodded, “That would be awesome.”
“Kingsbury is after all, the UN of prep schools,” Kaz said.
“After that fiasco Veronica pulled during Tempest’s speech at the Birthday Ball, we need a PR swoop to erase those images of Tempest, of us, of Kingsbury’s reputation, everyone has,” Ori said.
“Parents would love this idea,” Hunter said. “The Birthday Ball ended up being a potential high security risk, which we never want happening again. With something like this, they don’t have to come out to Kingsbury to participate. This can all be done through Live Streaming.”
“Perfect,” we all agreed.
“This can be our Spring Semester Senior event,” Kaz said. “Although we can always make this a separate event in itself.”
“It’s bolder and helps us establish ourselves as leaders in the future of thought, not just as spoiled entitled princes who will inherit a kingdom without any brains, experience, or training beforehand,” Kaz continued.
“We are liking this a lot,” Hunter and Ori said.
“Good,” I said. “Now, when is this all supposed to happen?”
Kaz looked at Hunter and Ori. “We can get this set up in about a week or two. What do you think, guys?”
“Definitely doable,” Hunter said.
“Sure,” Ori said.
“I’ll shoot Turlington an email right now to let her know we have found our project for the end of the Spring Term.”
“As far as auditions to see who would be the speakers, how about we open it up to all grade levels at Kingsbury Prep?” Hunter said. “For something so high profile as this, each and every student who has something to prove, which we royals know we have tremendous pressure to do, would want to be a part of this event. We can use this event to bring the student body’s loyalty back to K3.”
“Precisely,” Ori said.
“And…recruit for future leaders,” Kaz said.
“And for your future as Kings,” I said, “find out what your future potential allies really think, believe in, and have value in while they are still forming their own ideas. Like Ms. Turlington said to me when I first arrived at Kingsbury, allies can be made between countries just by sitting next to someone you don’t know at Kingsbury Prep’s cafeteria. Well not in her words. She was being vague. But you get the gist.”
The guys nodded.
“Take this opportunity to interview all the students. In fact, it would be a great opportunity for everyone to see who these silent and invisible Kingsbury Prep students really are…” I continue.
“Your Kingmaker genes are emerging, Tempest,” Hunter said, proudly.
The limo came to a stop outside Chinatown’s gateway. We all hopped out, and I led the way to one of my favorite hole-in-the-wall restaurants.
“I can’t believe I’m walking on San Francisco grounds,” I said. “Only when I look over at you guys, do I believe that Kingsbury Prep really exists.”
“Tempest,” Hunter said to Kaz. “You are still the most refreshing person we know.”
“Wheee!” I screamed, running towards the red doors of All Day Dim Sum. I turned back to the guys who were all smiles as they indulged me in my girlish excitement.
“You don’t find any royals acting excited like Tempest over food.” Kaz said.
“No, the girl can eat, and she enjoys it,” Ori said. “Watching her eat is like orgasmic.”
The boys all looked at each other and agreed. “How far is our hotel from here?” Hunter asked.
“Not close enough,” Kaz said, his azure blue eyes already darkening with lustful thoughts of Tempest.
Ori closed his eyes. “Mercy if she begins sucking on anything remotely phallic…”
Hunter gulped. “Or has cream…”
I was already at the door to the restaurant and had seen Mrs. Chen in the window. I waved to her, and she came out to greet me.
“Tempest,” Mrs. Chen hugged me. “I have not seen you for a while. We miss you.”
“I went out of the country for school,” I said. “I miss you too, and all your delicious dishes.”
The guys were walking a bit slower than usual.
I waved them over. “Come on, meet my Auntie, Mrs. Chen.”
Mrs. Chen’s eyes looked from one handsome young prince to another. “Where did you find these handsome young studs?”
“Oh Mrs. Chen, you’re so funny,” I laughed.
“These young men, look like they can go for hours,” she said looking down. “Excuse me,” she said, leaving me alone with the guys.
“What?” I turned an embarrassed grin to the guys. Then I noticed the huge bulges at the front of their pants.
“Ummm,” Kaz tried to explain.
“At a Chinese restaurant?” I asked. “What could you possibly be thinking, guys?”
Mrs. Chen came back with some menus and handed it to the guys. “Here, you can carry this in front of you,” she gestured down there.
I almost burst out laughing as Kaz, Hunter, and Ori carried the menus in front of them, following me and Mrs. Chen to a large round table in back.
When we were situated, I asked, “Mind if I order for all of us? I know what their best dishes are, and I know what your favorites are, too.”
“That would be fine with us,” Kaz, Hunter, and Ori said.
A waiter came and took our orders. Afterwards, I sat back against our seats and said, “So…ever been to San Francisco?”
“Yes, a few times,” Kaz said. “Always on business, never for fun. This time, it’s just for fun.” He took my hand and squeezed it.
“A lot,” Hunter said. “We have friends here. And the companies here do a ton of business with our country.”
Ori grinned, “I practically live here, Tempest. That’s how I got into Underground Fighting.”
“Oh yes,” I said.
The waiter came back with hot tea and sodas for us.
I poured everyone a cup of tea and explained how I used to come out to this restaurant whenever it was pay day for me, and I would treat us to whatever we wanted on
the menu.
But Mrs. Chen always gave us bigger than normal portions. She even gave us free tea and snacks.
Mrs. Chen came by and asked how everything was. The guys all smiled at her warmly, now knowing how she and her restaurant helped eased my life living off the streets to living in a trailer in San Francisco.
The food came quickly, and we were wolfing it down. But when one of my favorite side dish, which was an extra long fried narrow bread came along, the guys were smirking at each other as I ate the bread, biting off long chunks of it before licking it and swallowing.
For dessert, we had an array of Chinese pastries. I picked out one of my favorites. One that had a sweet creamy filling amongst soft buttery bread. “This is sooo good,” I said, licking the cream from the middle and rolling my tongue around the edge.
The guy’s faces looked strained, and I knew what their looks meant. I’ve seen it often enough now, especially when I know they were holding back, trying to control themselves.
“Waiter!” I asked for the check earlier. “I’d like these boxed up. We have an earlier appointment we can’t miss.”
The waiter and another helper quickly and efficiently boxed up all the food and placed them in a well-packaged plastic bag.
I paid for the meal and hugged Mrs. Chen tightly, promising her I’d be back to visit again soon. Then we were in the limo rushing quickly towards our hotel.
Kaz called them ahead to check in without having to visit the front desk which made it convenient when the limo pulled up in front, deposited us and left.
In strained silence, each of the guys rushed into the elevator flanking me from all sides. They were all trying to hold it together.
Then by a miracle, we all made it into our suite, and my boys had stripped down to nothing. All lying in the largest bed I have seen. The bed was circular and looked like it could hold ten people.
Kaz was in the middle. Ori was next to him, and Hunter had gotten off the bed to come get me. He took my hands and led me to the middle of the bed.
Working like a well-oiled machine, Kaz, Ori, and Hunter stripped me naked in seconds and was kissing, licking, and fucking me. We were all so turned on that it was a combustion of smoldering heat. Kaz was pumping in and out of me with his solid rock hard girth while I was taking Hunter’s in my mouth. Ori was licking my breasts while I was stroking him over and over again.
As if we were all in tune and in sync with each other, I moaned so loudly while Kaz and I climaxed together. Seconds later I had another explosive climax with Hunter and Ori.
We all collapsed together in bed, and I slept the entire rest of the day in bed while the guys talked amongst themselves.
*****
When I woke up, the room was dark, and I was alone.
“Hey guys!” I called out. “Where are you?”
I got up and went to the closet. None of their luggage was there.
I checked everywhere. I even texted and called them. No one was responding.
“What is going on?” I asked the empty room.
I finally called the front desk and asked about the person who had paid for this room.
“Oh, that would be Mr. Ori V.”
“No Kaz or Hunter…”
“No one by Kaz or Hunter called for a room, Ms. Ryan.”
“But who is Ori V.?” I asked.
“He is a resident here. You’re in the room he reserves whenever he’s in town.
“But…”
“Ms. Ryan, he just walked into the hotel. He’s heading towards the elevator. You can ask him your questions, yourself. Thank you for staying at our hotel.”
I shook my head and looked down at what I was wearing. My normal street clothes. Nothing fancy. Nothing Kingsbury Prep-like.
The door fumbled and clicked open. I braced myself. Whoever was coming towards me wouldn’t be who I expected, would he?
I noticed his white spiked up hair immediately. Then his silvery-blue eyes whom I had spent countless nights staring into.
Then there was his amazingly strong and perfected fighter’s body, complete with his colorful masterful tattoos.
“Ori?” I said to him as he walked into the bedroom. He stopped and looked over at me.
“Thank God, you’ve regained consciousness,” he said.
“Why wouldn’t I?” I asked.
“Miss,” he began. “You were sleeping for days. Knocked out. Unconscious. Normally other fighters wouldn’t care about what happens to the fighter they beat up during a tournament. Well, you’re fragile-looking and a girl. I didn’t want to leave you behind in the ring. Plus, it would be bad for my public image.”
“What are you? Aren’t you a prince?” I asked
“In a way,” he said. “I’m a Prince of Wall Street. I dabble in stocks and bonds. Real Estate sometimes. But my fun and thrill is underground fighting. That’s where we met. I knocked you out, and since there’s no medical treatment at these places, you could end up dying. So I just left you at my place here.”
“I feel terrible,” I said.
“Well, you had a concussion. Some broken bones, but you were knocked out for a while.”
“But what about K3 and Kingsbury Prep?” I asked.
“K3? Kingsbury? What are those?” Ori asked.
“You’re part of the K3, and we all go to this Academy for Royals called Kingsbury Prep and…”
“Miss, I don’t know what you’re talking about…”
I got up but fell out of bed to the carpet.
“Hey, don’t move. You’re still not well.” Ori got up and came around towards me.
But not before I saw the paper take-out menu on the ground. All Day Dim Sum.
I looked at Ori, approaching me, and suddenly, my fighting sense began flashing warning signals to me.
Something is definitely not right.
*****
Tempest, Kaz, Hunter, and Ori’s story continues in
Book 3 of The Bad Boy Royals of Kingsbury Prep Series
Revenge
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Tempest
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Secret Princess
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Roses and Emeralds
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Silver and Starlight
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FALLEN FAE ACADEMY
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Transformation: Year 2
About the Author
Rachel Angel is the pen name for an international multi-award-winning bestselling author of bad boy romances and Reverse Harems romances. She has voiced, written, and produced a few animae tv series and films distributed in the U.S. and Japan. She also loves exploring cultures, traveling, and discovering some history that makes for a great series. This is where Bad Boy Royals of Kingsbury Prep comes to mind. It was inspired by a true life school for royalty, which had some scandals and mysteries of its own. Also a new reverse harem high school bully series called The Cruel Princes of Wyvern All-Boys Prep School.
Those are bully romances. Why does she love writing bully romances? Because she had been bullied myself, have been a college counselor for young women, and even talk about bullying in high school. She writes bully romances as a way to discourage bullying in real life. It exists, unfortunately, but with her help, she hopes to encourage bullying to exist only in fiction, and to spread
love in life. Being bullied in real life had taught her a lot, and she hopes to bring her life lessons and experiences to her books with fiercely strong female characters, who may be bullied, only to turn things around. The bullies will bow to her and seek redemption. During the writing of the Kingsbury Prep Series, Rachel Angel temporarily lost her eyesight due to her non-stop writing schedule. She has since recovered and now takes longer coffee breaks in between.
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