by Mikey Lee
The Playboy Prince
Mikey Lee
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
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1
A gentle morning breeze blew off the beach and played with the balcony door. The door swayed back and forth until a heavy gust knocked it against the table behind it. An empty tequila bottle flopped to the floor and rolled until it came to rest against the lace of a bright pink bra. The hotel room floor was littered with an almost countless number of empty bottles and piles of scattered clothes.
The giggles from the two girls in the huge walk-in shower were muffled by the water crashing down on the decorative stone floor. Dryce peeked his head up from under the sheets in the middle of the extra large custom bed. Squinting from the sunlight flooding the room, he glanced around.
The grand double doors of the suite flung open and Erik’s easily recognizable footsteps thudded across the floor. Dryce’s head flopped back down on the pillow, covering his face with the sheets as Erik approached the bed.
“Good morning, sir,” Erik’s chipper voice sang out as he placed a bottle of water on the nightstand. “How’s your head feeling this morning?”
“Hey, Tank,” Dryce mumbled from under the sheets. “I’ve got a flipping headache from hell. Can you close that fuckin’ door and get this sunlight outta here?”
Erik slid his hand into the inside breast pocket of his suit, digging around for the pill bottle. “Here you go, sir. Sit up please.”
“Tank, I told you before to knock it off with that ‘sir’ shit.” Flinging the sheet off his face and leaning up on his elbows, he asked, “How long have you been with me?”
“I… I think it's been about four years now, and some change,” Erik’s deep bass voice echoed in Dryce’s ears, exaggerating the ‘four’ years. “Yeah, I think it was about four, almost five, years ago Austin hired me on.” Nodding his head up and down, Erik kicked aside the littered bottles of liquor and panties to clear a path to the balcony door, closed it and pulled the draw string shutting the blinds. A mostly muffled ‘thank you’ came from somewhere in the middle of the bed.
More laughter came from the bathroom. Erik sidestepped to the edge of the bed and gazed into the en suite. In the reflection of the mirror, Erik was able to see the blonde’s body covered in soap. Her breasts were pressed against the glass wall, her palms flat on the glass at about shoulder height. The redhead caressed the blonde’s body from behind. One hand moving in circles across the blonde's stomach as it dipped lower and lower while the redhead’s other hand rubbed the soap into her breasts. The redhead started to nibble the blonde’s ear, eliciting a moan.
“Good god, sir. How the hell do you do it?” Erik loudly whispered as he made every attempt to maintain his professionalism and not lick his lips as he watched from across the bedroom. In another time and place, Erik would have considered interrupting the girls in the shower so he could join them, but he had a job to do.
“Do what?” Dryce asked nonchalantly as he swallowed the hangover pills, shooting a wink in Erik’s direction.
Shaking his head, snapping himself out of it, Erik remembered what he was really there for. “Oh sir, I almost forgot. It’s about time for us to leave. We’ve got a take off in less than hour.”
“Wait, why? Where am I going now?” Dryce asked as he laid his head back down and threw his arm over his eyes.
“Your father called and has insisted that you attend the grand opening ceremony of the new lock back home.”
Dryce glanced over at Tank and saw him still watching the girls in the shower. Leaning forward, Dryce looked into the bathroom and caught the opening act of the makeout scene between the redhead and the blonde he’d partied with last night. Chuckling, he asked, “Are you sure you don’t want to just go in there and shower with them, Tank? I don’t mind sharing. They’re both lots of fun.”
Straightening his back and turning away from the girls, Erik cleared his throat and walked over to the closet. “No, sir, I would not. Mr. Ngo received the call this morning and I am here to get your ass moving.”
Dryce let out a long drawn out sigh and shook his head side to side. “Why are you always so damn proper?”
“Sorry, sir… I mean,” Erik started to say.
“Just drop it.” Dryce flung the sheets and blanket back and rolled off the bed.
Erik pulled a suit out of the closet and laid it on the corner of the bed.
“Why am I wearing that? You know I don’t like to wear that shit when I’m flying,” Dryce said in an annoyed tone as he looked down at what Erik had picked out.
“There is all kinds of press and paparazzi downstairs,” Erik said, picking out a tie to add to the pile of clothes for Dryce.
Another deep breath in through his nose and sighing long and annoyed, Dryce mumbled, “Why can’t we just go out through the back or the loading docks like we normally do?”
“Austin… Mr. Ngo wanted to go out the front. Plus, the hotel’s got some kind of deliveries today.” Erik tossed the tie on the top of the suit.
Giggles and laughter echoed out of the bathroom. “Your Highness, come join us,” came from one of the girls as the other one giggled.
Dryce wiggled his eyebrows at Erik and asked, “Are you SURE you don’t want to just blow off Austin and join the girls in the shower?”
“No, sir, I do not,” Erik said forcefully.
“Well, that’s no fun, Tank. And, believe me, those girls are a lot of fun,” Dryce teased.
“And… what would you like to do about them?” Erik nodded towards the bathroom, keeping his voice professional.
With both hands rubbing his face, “Ugh, fine. Hell, I don’t know. I guess, make sure they sign the NDA shit and pay them. Or whatever else it is Austin normally does,” Dryce said, finally realizing he wouldn’t be able to convince Tank to blow off the ceremony.
Dryce and Erik stood by the main door of the suite. While Erik adjusted Dryce’s tie around his neck, they could hear Austin in the hallway. “Look, when the prince comes out, you guys are going to be walking directly behind him. Assholes to belly buttons when we get downstairs. You got it?”
Erik finished with the tie and stood there holding the door handle. “You about ready now, sir?”
Rolling his eyes, “There you go with that
‘sir’ shit again. C’mon man, your military days are over. Loosen the fuck up and get that stick out of your ass,” Dryce said as he nodded his head indicating he was ready to leave.
When Erik opened the door to the room the hotel security snapped to attention. Austin turned around and smiled, pleased to see that Erik had gotten him in a suit.
Dryce looked up at Erik as he passed Erik standing in the doorway. “How the hell did you even get that damn big?”
“I’m just a good ol’ home grown, corn fed country boy. Born and raised in the sticks of misery,” Erik said as he grinned, letting out a subtle laugh.
“Misery?” Dryce squinted not understanding the reference.
“Missouri, sir.” Erik leaned down slightly and whispered, “I’m here in front of Mr. Ngo, and he’ll have my ass if I don’t use the ‘sir.’”
Dryce walked up to Austin as he stood in front of the elevator. “Good morning, you old shit.”
Austin narrowed his eyes at Dryce slightly before bowing. “Good morning, Your Highness. How are you feeling today?”
“I’ve got a level ten on the hangover scale and there is a rhythmic drum beat playing in my head,” Dryce answered, stepping into the elevator.
“So, you feel the same as usual mornings then, huh?” Austin snickered. “Finally getting too old for the party life?”
“Never too old for that. I’ll never give it up. I’ll die partying,” Dryce boasted.
“Someday you’ll grow out of it. You won’t always be the pretentious little shit you are now,” Austin said.
Dryce used his thumb to point at Austin. “You see…” looking up at Erik, “that’s how you can start talking to me. I’m a big boy now. I can take it.”
“No no no… it doesn’t work like that,” Austin chimed in looking at Erik’s reflection in the elevator doors. “Mr. Keegan works for me, and I work for your father. Therefore, I can talk to you anyway I want to but Mr. Keegan may not.” Turning his eyes back to Dryce, “And for the record, Your Highness, you’re not all that big.”
Dryce, gazing at Austin through the reflection of the elevator doors, smiled. “Those girls from last night thought I was more than big enough.”
“Cute, did you come up with that all by yourself? Or, did you overhear that somewhere and were just waiting for the perfect moment to spit that one out?” Austin smiled back through the reflection.
Feeling their descent slowing down, Austin glanced up at the floor number lights. “Alright, enough playing around.” His attention turned to the hotel security. “Remember what I told you… Prince Khan isn’t a fuckin’ movie actor, he’s not Brad fuckin’ Pitt. He’s a prince and we’re not going to fuck this up… right?”
2
Before getting out of the limo, Austin sent Erik to prep the plane for takeoff and run through the final checks. Dryce sat there looking out the window at the swamps across the runway of the airport.
“Dryce, I need to talk to you.” Austin tapped his knee with the back of his knuckles.
“Why are there so many swamps around here?” Dryce asked, still staring out the window.
“Those… those are the everglades. We’re in Florida, not Louisiana.” Austin tapped his knee again. “Hey, for real, look at me. All kidding aside, if you’re going to keep up with this playboy attitude, I’m going to need to hire someone else.”
Dryce wasn’t really interested in or concerned about the conversation and looked back out the window.
“I’m serious here. What are you doing? What are you trying to prove here?” Austin started to sound like an old stereotypical queen mother.
“What? What does it matter? I’m never going to take my father’s chair. That job’s for my brother.” Dryce turned back around, his eyes fixated on Austin’s knot on his tie, unable to make eye contact.
“This is about that girl isn’t it?” Austin asked gently.
Fire erupted in Dryce’s eyes as he looked straight at Austin before declaring, “This has NOTHING to do with her!”
Attempting to reign in Dryce’s temper before something drastic happened, Austin apologized, “Forgive me, Your Highness. I spoke out of turn.”
Dryce sat back in the limo’s seat, saying with a sigh, “There is nothing for me at home. I haven’t been back in years so I don’t even know why I’m forced to go home now.”
“Really? Your home country controls one hundred percent of all the imports and exports to and from China and Japan. This is the grand opening and dedication of the new bigger lock system. Which happens to now be the biggest lock system on planet earth, and it belongs to you and your family. But you can’t see why you need to be here?” Austin’s lecture continued. “With this new lock, it's going to make the Panama Canal look like a backyard stream. Your family’s wealth is going to quadruple over the next two years, further keeping you in the lifestyle you’re so comfortable living in.”
Dryce smiled and looked back out the window to see if Erik was ready for them. “It’s funny, isn’t it?”
Shaking his head, “What… what’s funny?” Austin sighed.
“Canal… if you take the ‘c’ out, it spells ‘anal.’ Father’s lucky I’m not going to be the one that takes over. I think I would have to make some changes to what we call things in our country,” Dryce jokingly said trying to change the subject. Austin had overstepped when he’d mentioned that lying bitch Sofia so now Dryce had to hide his pain the only way he knew how, by being a major smart ass.
“Good Fuck, Dryce… when are you actually going to grow up? I really had higher hopes for you once you turned twenty-three. I had hoped you might turn into a man at some point, instead of being the same snot nosed punk you’ve been since puberty,” Austin said under his breath.
Erik stuck his head out of the plane door and waved them in. Just like he’d rehearsed many times before, Erik rushed down the boarding steps and un-holstered his side arm, holding it at the ready and scanning the area.
Austin opened the limo door and stood there looking around. Erik’s eyes faced west, Austin looked east. With his hand down by his side, Austin motioned to Dryce letting him know it was time to move onto the plane.
Dryce walked quickly to the plane with Austin right by his side. “Don’t you think this is all overkill?”
“I think if something were to happen to you, or if you were to get kidnapped, the world’s economy would be immensely affected. I also think that should be something you are concerned with as well,” Austin said rushing him inside the plane. “And considering certain past situations, no, I don’t think this is all overkill.”
Dryce rolled his eyes and hopped up the few steps into the private plane.
Erik closed the door of the plane, locked it down and swiftly gave the thumbs up to the pilot as he re-holstered his side arm.
“Erik, you’re American… what’s there to do in Louisiana?” Dryce asked, taking his seat on one of the couches.
“Ummm, well, I think you would like Mardi Gras in New Orleans, sir. It’s definitely right up your alley. Tons of great music playing at all the bars. Everyone’s drinking and dancing on the streets. Girls constantly flashing their tits everywhere you look…” Erik twitched his eyebrows up and down with smiled.
“Enough. There is no way your over-privileged ass is going to Mardi Gras. That would be a protection nightmare,” Austin took over and shouted out.
“You are such a buzzkill, flipping dream crusher. You know that?” Dryce said, flopping his feet up on the coffee table in front of him.
“Hmmm, you know what’s a real dream crusher? Try dreaming when you’re dead in some hillbilly’s basement,” Austin said taking one of the seats across from him.
“You’re also a mood killer. We were just having fun,” Dryce said, sliding a smile and a head nod over to Erik.
“Back to what we were talking about in the limo. Are you going to be keeping this playboy shit up much longer? I’m serious. If so, I need to hire some more guards for you,” Austin repea
ted.
“Getting too old for the job now, Austin?” Dryce teased.
“No, but how you act is starting to require more personnel around you to keep you out of trouble,” Austin pointed out. “If you’re going to continue to…”
“Yeah yeah… YES go, Ngo. Hire away, I don’t care,” Dryce quipped as he rolled his eyes.
Erik looked over, “Hey, we’re going to have to wait until next year anyway. Mardi Gras takes place in like February, I think.”
Dryce nodded his head and smiled, giving him a devilish ‘anything to make Austin’s job harder’ look. “Good, gives me time to plan a massive party.”
After a couple of hours of silence between them, Austin closed his computer and put his phone down on top of it. He leaned his chair back and closed his eyes. Dryce gazed out the window then called out to the pilot.
“Where are we now?” Dryce yelled.
“We’re currently flying over the southeast coast line of the Persian Gulf, sir,” the pilot answered, turning his head slightly.
“Where…” Dryce started to ask.
Without opening his eyes, his head still leaned back, Austin tilted his head to the side in Dryce’s direction. “We’re over Dubai.”
“Fuck yes! I love Dubai… pilot, when we land at home, get ready to come back to Dubai after the ceremony,” Dryce perked up.
“Yes, sir. I’ll make it happen,” the pilot nodded.
Austin cracked one eye open and glanced at the time on his phone. “What’s our ETA?” he shouted up to the pilot.
“We’re looking at roughly two more hours, sir,” he said, sliding his headphone off to the side.
