The Sultan's son

5. The yacht (part two)

He backed off abruptly, spread his arms, and looked at his clothes. He hadn't gotten dirty at all.

"How sickening, I thought there was a limit but you are more disgusting than I thought!"

Dejected, she realized that she had dirtied her dress.

"Don't you dare approach me or any of us with that s**t on!"

How unfair it was! What was her fault if she was sick?

"I can always clean myself up, good luck to you instead, with the shitty character that you have" she found the strength to reply.

He walked over and grabbed her dress by the neck and snarled in her face: "Don't you dare insult me in my ship or I'll throw overboard you and those three greedy scroungers you brought with you. I can't stand any of you, and I regret meeting you! "

The delicate hook of the collar of the dress no longer held and broke.

He stood with the collar of the dress in his hand and looked for a moment at her cleavage showing the bikini top. He widened his eyes, then let go as if burned. She saw that he had gotten a little dirty and the displeasure of the broken dress was balanced by seeing the stain on the sleeve of his perfect white shirt.

While she was adjusting the dress, he, pissed, took off his dirty shirt and threw it on the ground.

What a waste of beauty, Regina thought. He had a statuesque body; with the shirt on, he seemed rather slender, but in reality, he had a superb torso, with well-defined pectorals and muscular arms.

An attendant came running carrying a bucket and rag:

"Miss, are you all right? Shall I take you to the bathroom?"

And he started cleaning.

"Don't worry, I'll go alone, just show me where, thanks."

"Carlos, leave the bucket here and go."

"What, Master Quarin?"

"You heard me. If the young lady gets drunk enough to throw up around, it is her responsibility to clean up where she has smeared." Then he turned to her, "And I bet you're used to being drunk, I'm sure you were drunk when you got that cut on your forehead!"

"Master Quarin, it will take me a moment ..."

"GO, I SAID!"

The janitor, frightened, made a quick bow and ran away.

Regina thought that if he wanted to humiliate her, he was very wrong; she didn't like having someone else clean up her vomit either.

She took the rag and the bucket and began to clean without giving him more than a glance but not without a final retort:

"Your Lordship better vanish quickly if you don't want your royal nostrils to smell this stink!"

"You're right, the sooner I leave, the better it will be."

And he marched off, but she got the feeling he was annoyed by being dismissed.

Ah, what a satisfaction.

After a thorough cleaning, she asked to go to the bathroom. She took off her dress and washed it. Not wanting to stay in just her bikini, she put the dress back on, interlocking the high collar into the top of the bikini, creating the appearance of a strapless dress. She was willing to endure a bit of dampness, knowing it would dry soon enough.

It wasn't worth getting angry with that i***t, in any case, she would never see him again from tomorrow on. The hell with him.

Sigh. That day seemed interminable.

She went downstairs to look for her parents. She had to stop them from covering the Sultan with chatter.

In fact, she found them at the bow chatting with him in Italian, while her brother ... was talking to the Prince's girl, and they were laughing heartily ... he was flirting with her! Was he crazy? She had to separate them.

She approached them and greeted the girl, then said to her brother: "Leo, I wanted to ask for your help with something, could you come a moment in there?"

"Not now Regina, can't you see I'm talking?"

"I'll borrow you just a moment, if the young lady wants to excuse us ..." she pinched his arm, sure he was too dumb to understand!

"Ooouch, sorry Charmant, I'll be right back, dear." and he winked at the blonde before leaving.

After they had gone away, he scolded her: "Is it possible to know why you did this scene, Regina? It's rude to get into a conversation like this, we left that girl alone!"

"Thank goodness! Are you crazy? You were flirting openly with the Prince's girlfriend! Have you got a death wish?"

“They aren't married, are they? She can do what she wants! And she is so cute ... I would like to take her to have some fun, that Prince will be very rich, but he is so serious ... with a chick like her, I would have a smile up to my ears all day! "

“You're playing with fire. You don't understand what these people are like. They are powerful, and we don't know how to behave in their country! What if the Sultan had the right to throw you in jail? Stand down at least until the day is over, please! "

"Ugh, what a buzzkill you are, we were just joking a bit!"

“Listen, let's go join mom and dad. Didn't you want to visit the yacht? "

"Sure, but I'd rather visit Charmant, if you know what I mean!" he said with a broad smile.

She punched him on the shoulder and dragged him towards their parents.

Their father, seeing them, stopped talking to the Sultan.

“Where have you guys gone? Here our very kind host was giving us a tour of the boat, and you stay behind? I bet you were back to ransack the buffet. Oh, forgive them, His Majesty, they are growing and always hungry, especially my Leone, he is taller than me! Instead, Regina took after her mother, bless her, she's not very tall, just five feet and a smidgen. But we love her just the same, don't we, dear? Stay close if you want to see the boat, do you know that it has 4 motorboats inside? Never seen anything like that! And it's all in marble and briar, I can mirror myself on the surfaces for it's so shiny!"

The way he smiled showed that he was flattered to be able to travel in the midst of that luxury.

"Sultan, how fast is this marvel?"

He smiled: "Well, right now, we're traveling at about 20 knots, but we can reach up to 60 knots if the weather is fine. However, we usually don't push it that much; I use it for leisurely holidays, and when I'm on vacation, I'm never in a hurry.'"

“Whoooo, what speed! It is really fast as a bullet!"

Regina's mother approached her husband and whispered to him: "But what do you know about knots?"

"Me? I know many things dear, I remind you that I was a waiter on ships for two years, yes, my own self!"

"Oh, and how many are 60 knots of speed?"

"Well, more or less ... more or less triple of what we are traveling now, that's it!"

Regina sighed. As usual, her father was boasting about more than he actually knew. She hoped no one had heard him, but her hope was in vain, as she realized with dismay that Quarin had approached them and was looking at her father with a frown that suggested disapproval.

The Sultan turned to Regina: “My dear, your parents were telling me about you, and I knew you would like to go to cooking school, but you haven't saved the necessary sum yet. I want to make a proposal to you."

She felt a bit anxious. "Please, go ahead, sir."