The Playboy King's Bride

Chapter 3

Everyone in the crowd was yelling as Lance leapt onto the hood of his still running car with a large grin. Half of them wore scowls while the other half were almost as happy as Lance himself. He turned as he heard the roar of another car behind his and a tall man stepped out with a glare at the crowd around Lance.

“Don’t be a sore loser, Riki. I already told you I’m the best. You should have believed me!” Lance called out, his grin growing when Riki handed a large wad of cash to another man who hurried it over the Lance. Lance leaned down and flipped through the stack smugly.

“You should be careful Lance-san. The one at the top has the longest way to fall.” Riki yelled back as he turned and stalked away, leaving his lackeys to get his car. Lance only laughed and hopped to the ground, where he was immediately swarmed by all the people who were happy because of him. They patted his back and offered firm handshakes.

Laughing, he made his way to the edge of the crowd, where he was greeted by a short Asian woman, wearing red fox ears head-band, a red and black checkered schoolgirl outfit, with a long fluffy tail peeking out beneath a short skirt.

“Mr. King. I am hoping you are not done for the night?” She peeked at him under her long lashes as she held a fist to her chin in very obviously fake bashfullness. “I had hoped to know you tonight. And my friend.” She nodded her chin at a woman behind her dressed similarly, though without the fox accessories.

“Well, I’d certainly love to get to know the both of you.” He eyed them up before grabbing her and pressing her into his side, while the other took his outstretched arm and pressed her cleavage against it.

Lance only grinned wider as he saw quite a few people taking pictures of the three of them. Knowing how the press was, no doubt he’d be headlining in the news by morning. In any other situation he would hate that he was being constantly followed, but his reputation as the Playboy King had been hard earned, and he had realized quickly that it came with its benefits.

Such as the two women who were now pressing their thin bodies against him seductively, not even trying to conceal their intent.

“Alex! Collect the rest of the prize money and take off for the night. I’ll be in the hotel till morning.” His best friend, Alex, stood a bit away from him, surrounded by his own group of fan girls. He only waved Lance away as he bent to push his tongue into some womans mouth as a group of men nearby scowled that they were not getting the same attention from females.

Lance laughed and pulled the women after him toward his car. By now Adam had taken over as driver, leaving Lance free to hop in the back with the women, which he quickly put to work pleasuring him as he relaxed against the seat. They used their mouths and hands to work him while he leaned back and let them do as they pleased, with a wicked smile on his face as he watched.

Before they had gone two miles the blue tooth of the car picked up a call on Lance’s phone. The dash flashed a picture of a red-headed, smiling woman with the label “mother”. Lance barely looked up before growling at Adam to ignore the call. He had noticed her calling him during the race too, but he would not let her ruin such a fun night!

“Faster, that’s it,” He moaned as one of the women slipped her hands further into his pants to cup his balls. He jerked his hips up to meet the others mouth as he felt his release building quickly. Nothing could beat the high of a win, followed by two women, and he would be sure to take all night to enjoy them both.

Just as the pressure seemed about to release the dash lit up again with his mothers face. Just the image of her smiling face in the same car with him as he climaxed was enough to kill his mood completely.

“For f***s sake, answer the damn phone and pull over.” He ignored the womens pouting lips as he pulled both their hair to get them to stop. Practically throwing them away from him he zipped his pants back roughly with a growl. Once Adam had pulled to the curb he motioned for the women to get out.

“Mr King-san. We can still have good time!” Fox-ears protested.

“Get the f**k out!” he roughly reached over her to flick the car door open and push her roughly. “Night’s over. Take this and piss off.” All the pleasure he had felt was gone completely and the void only left him angrier when he should be enjoying himself. He threw his winnings at the women’s feet, who quickly bent to gather any scattered bills, before slamming the door shut.

Adam didn’t waste any time as he pulled away from the curb and pressed the “receive call” button on the wheel. Immediately the car filled with a woman’s breathless voice, causing Lances’ frown to grow.

“Adam? Lance? Adam, is Lance near you, I need him now!” She huffed. Her voice kept getting higher and lower, like she was choking on something.

“It’s me. What do you want?” Lance leaned forward. When he knew it was his mother calling he certainly hadn’t expected her to answer like this.

“Lance! Thank everything! I need you to get on a plane to Texas right now! I’ve already called customs to have your plane ready, it’ll take off as soon as you get there.”

“Like hell I’m going to Texas!” Lance had only been in the state once but he didn’t remember anything fun about it. Sure riding horses and a couple of the cities had some good night-life, but nothing compared to where he was already at.

“Lance King, you get on that flight or I swear I will rain down every Holy Terror on your head!” She shrieked into the phone, causing Adam and Lance to wince since the sound was so loud in the confines of a car.

“Fine, fine. Just tell me what I’m doing there.” Lance rolled his eyes as he rubbed his ear, which he assumed might be bleeding now.

“Your father! He’s been in a -,” He heard a quick intake of breath as Gwen seemed trying her hardest to calm down enough to explain. “He’s been in an accident. They won’t tell me anything, except that they don’t want to move him. I’m heading there now, just in case he needs anything, but they made it sound so serious…” Gwen started rambling on, as though she could either be loud, or she could ramble, but it had to one or the other, but Lance had already zoned out.

“…accident?” The word kept replaying in his mind blocking out everything else. “Arthur King doesn’t get into “accidents”…”