| The Sheiks Of Kumar - Part III The Playboy By CJ |
| Rating: R (sexual content) Email: Ardethsgal@comcast.net Author’s Note: All characters in this story belong to the author. “The Playboy” was originally slated to be Part IV of the Sheiks of Kumar, but the story that goes between this one and Part II did not fit the requirements of the WOD site (its about Shawna Patrick’s brother Joseph and one of the Armanjani women) and is not even close to finished. However, I have found a way to merge the conflict into this story. There is no mystery to this one as there have been in the others…it is simply a dramatic romance with a little humor thrown in at times. It is about Zaki “Zak” Armanjani, cousin to Nikash and Rafee from the first two stories, and I am certain you can all picture just where I got the inspiration for this character! Enjoy! The above picture was taken from Indah's Oded Fehr Wallpaper website. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ |
| Introduction Paris in late November. He loved Paris in the fall, but this fall somehow didn’t hold quite the same excitement and feel for him that every other fall had held. He stood on the balcony of his flat and looked upon the sparkling city lights below. Was there any place that held more romance and adventure than Paris? He doubted it. And the women! There was no other place were the women were quite so fashionable, quite so…plentiful. At least for him they were plentiful. There was always a beautiful, high-class woman within either his reach or a simple phone call away. And they usually came with no strings and no commitments. Why then, was he standing on the balcony in such a melancholy mood when the fall night was before him and a very attractive and more than willing woman was making herself a drink just inside? “Zak,” the woman’s accented voice called to him from the living room. “Can I fix you anything, darling?” “No, Greta, I’m fine,” he returned. Suddenly, the tall, leggy blonde was in front of him. She looped one long, skinny arm around his neck and threaded her manicured fingers through his hair. For a tall, thin woman, she was certainly curvaceous in the chest department and she used it, pressing against him, hoping he noticed. And he noticed. It was difficult not to. But it didn’t interest him, because he’d seen it all before, he’d experienced this seduction ritual a thousand times and he suddenly found it very unappealing to look at the work of yet another good plastic surgeon. When he didn’t respond, the woman pulled back and looked at him with wonder. “What’s wrong, Zak?” she inquired “Nothing,” he insisted, hoping he sounded convincing. “I don’t believe you,” she declared with a smile. “Greta,” he began to chastise, then took a deep breath and added with more cheer and a lopsided grin, “I think maybe I have a headache tonight.” Her lips pulled into a surprised grin as she looked up at Zak and shook her head. “Now that, I definitely do not believe.” She played with his designer silk tie, then said by way of conversation, “I hear your cousin Rafee is getting married.” Zak nodded. “And didn’t the crown prince, Nikash, just recently marry?” she asked. Greta was from Holland, a rich debutant who worked for her daddy’s fashion magazine and knew who his cousins were. She was always in Paris during the fall and spring line-up and they usually got together at least twice a year. She knew something of him and he knew something of her but that was as far as the relationship went…personally. Sexually it was often much more involved. Zak was careful to date women with only certain qualifications. They had to have their own money, they had to look good on his arm and they had to be as far away from wanting a commitment as he was. Otherwise, their “relationship” would never make it past dinner and certainly never into the bedroom. Greta gave a gleeful laugh as if that news thrilled her when Zak nodded again in answer. “Oh, my Zak! That leaves you as the only male heir to the throne of Kumar not married.” He frowned. “Darling, I am so far down the list to inherit any throne, it doesn’t matter.” And it was true. He was simply the cousin to the heirs and would only inherit the title Sheik of Kumar should something horrible befall his family. And he would never wish that upon his family for though he seemed aloof most times, in his heart, his family was sacred. That is why none of the women he dated were ever invited to the palace in Kumar and none were ever introduced to his family aside from his cousins Nikash and Rafee who used to jet set across Europe almost as much as he. He continued to frown. He was still in that foul mood and again he wondered why. He was rarely foul, especially when out with a woman he wanted to seduce. On the contrary, he was always charming, always flirtatious, always seemingly generous—until the affair was over, then he usually unceremoniously went his own way and she went hers. Greta set her drink down on the glass patio table and again stood in front of him, looping both arms around his neck and playing with his long hair, then moving her lips to his neck. The phone rang inside and Zak was glad for the distraction because he didn’t feel like having the beautiful woman wrapped around him. He wanted distance and a chance to think about what was plaguing his mind. When the voice on the other end, however, sounded worried and confused, he was sorry he had wished for a distraction. “I’ll be there as soon as I can, Jazmin. You have my word,” he promised is older sister and immediately hung up the phone and called the airport. It was amazing what money could do and he was scheduled to fly out of the country bound for California within the hour. He was in his room, packing when Greta found him again. He hadn’t bothered to tell her there was a change of plans. She moved in front of him and caught him in her arms. “Please tell me what has you so distracted tonight, and why on earth you chose this moment to pack,” she gently insisted. “I can get your mind on other things. If you just give me the chance, I’ll take good care of you all night.” Zak sighed and refused to return the embrace. Suddenly, and much to his surprise, he wondered why he had brought Greta home from the party. It was the first time he had ever queried over the why’s of bringing a woman home and he was certain it meant he was losing his mind. Reaching back and unclasping Greta’s hands from his neck, Zak took a step back and said, “I just got a call. I’m flying out of the country within the hour. Show yourself out, would you, darling?” She frowned at him as he backed away from her, then the anger seemed to dissipate as she asked, “Maybe next time, Zak? Call me when you get back to Paris.” He shook his head. He’d just rudely dismissed her and she was already wondering about next time. Well, he wasn’t going to answer her, he was just going to go about his packing and hope she was indeed gone when was through because he wanted nothing to do with her or any other woman. At least not now, not when his sister needed him. And maybe not for a long while. And that last thought he couldn’t fathom how it had gotten into his brain. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ The Playboy - Chapter 1 |
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