Chapter 5

“I demand him released!”

“Demand?”

The police lady was looking at me like I had two heads. I was down at the precinct. Marcus had been arrested for assault. It was the guy who had robbed me. Luckily Jalen was there behind my back to support me.

“Yes demand!” I replied, “Do you know who I am? What is your title? What is your name? I demand to speak to your superior.”

Jalen grabbed me.

He pulled me to the other side of room. The cops were all looking at me like I was crazy. I couldn't have this though. Marcus had gotten arrested because he was trying to defend my honor. Marcus had gotten arrested trying to make sure that I was happy.

Jalen was standing real close to me. Every time he did something like this I had to admit that I got kind of excited. He liked to speak to me really close.

“Calm down Djimon,” he stated, “You going off about who you are isn't going to help Marcus. Let me handle this.”

“Handle it how.”

“I know you want him out but just let me talk. Do you trust me?”

I sat there. It was a hard question. Jalen was standing there asking for my trust though in the kindest way. There was something about it that just seemed so honest. I couldn't believe I was sitting here just taken by him the way that I was.

I nodded. Jalen smiled.

I followed behind Jalen. This time I was quiet. I didn't say anything or throw around my title. I just stood there and let him handle his business.

“Excuse me. There has to be some sort of mistake,” Jalen told the officer lady, “This is Prince Djimon Mwsati of the Nubian Menice Lineage. Son of the ruler of all Swaziland. You have a computer. Look it up. The man that was arrested just so happens to be a diplomat. There is such a thing as diplomatic immunity and I am more than sure it covers foreign royals. Contact his embassy.”

I was shocked.

I looked over at Jalen. I wasn't the only one. The lady next to him seemed just as surprised.

“One second please,” the officer lady stated.

She walked away and clearly was going to talk to her supervisor. The supervisor and the police lady came back. They seemed to be looking me up or something. I could tell when they started to exchange shocked looks. The supervisor nodded as though confirming something.

Then he went took to the phone. I heard him talking to someone on the other line. It took a few minutes but he seemed to confirm it.

A few minutes later he was apologizing.

“I'm sorry for the inconvenience Prince Djimon. I did speak with your embassy and your guard will be released immediately.”

I just stood there. I wasn't sure what to say.

“The prince thanks you,” Jalen stated.

We went in the waiting room at that point to wait for Marcus to be released. I was shocked that Jalen knew the stuff that he knew. I was shocked that he was so well spoken to be honest. I thought he was some ratchet, horribly educated thug from the hood or something. He had me completely beat.

To be honest. I was shocked and embarrassed.

“How'd you—-”

“Know all that stuff?” he finished, “Believe it or not I kind of want to be a lawyer. I even graduated college in pre law. I just couldn't afford law school.”

“Wow. I just----”

“You thought I was dumb and ignorant because I live in the hood?” he asked, “You thought I didn't know anything about law because my clothes are a little baggy or because I talk with a heavy New York accent.”

Fuck.

I had completely misjudged him. I was wrong and at this point I was completely embarrassed. This entire time I was actually the ignorant one.

“I'm sorry.”

He laughed.

“It's cool. We both misjudged each other.”

“Really? How so?”

“Well I thought you didn't care about anyone except yourself. The way you are clearly upset that Marcus got locked up was...touching. He's lucky to have a friend like you.”

“He's not my friend. Or at least he doesn't want to be. My family bought him. That's the only reason he stuck around.”

“How do you know that?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean---how do you know that's the only reason he stuck around. He could have left you a while ago. You know? But he stayed. I think you are hard on yourself sometimes Prince Djimon. I think you are actually a caring good friend. I would know. I am starting to consider you my friend...”

I smiled.

Shit. I had a friend now.

“Thanks.”

We were looking at each other. It was that odd moment. I could kiss Jalen right here and right now. He was being so supportive. All my life the only person I counted on were servants. Jalen wasn't my servant. He was being nice to me just because he wanted me to be nice to me. There was no other reason that he had.

It didn't take long at all before Marcus was released.

I couldn't help it.

I ran right over to him and hugged him. I squeezed him tight. I knew this was innappropriate. I didn't care though. I was worried sick about him. Maybe I was a spoiled little brat. I didn't give a damn. Marcus was like family to me whether he believed it or not.

Marcus seemed cold though when I was hugging him.

I looked up.

“What's wrong?” I asked him.

“What have you done?” he stated.

Jalen walked over to him, “We got you out of jail. That's what we did. What's with the attitude, homie?”

“I'm not your 'homie',” Marcus replied to him sternly.

Marcus had an attitude. I could tell. He was pissed. I had to get off of him because he was being so cold. I was shocked that he was so upset right now. The fact that he was being rude to Jalen who did nothing but help us out was uncalled for.

“Marcus, calm down,” I stopped him, “Ok. Breathe. Now tell us. What's wrong?”

“You guys have no idea what you did. You contacted the embassy. Everyone knows that you are alive now. Your life is in danger.”

“It's best that you leave.”

I was talking to my Uncle Hasim at that moment on the phone.

We had finally gotten in contact with him. Marcus wasn't helping. He had handed me the phone and he was packing up my things. Jalen was standing to the side of my room just watching how Marcus seemed to be panicking at that moment.

“Leave?”

Marcus was packing things. He was throwing things in bags.

“I have deposited several million dollars in a back account to hold you over. I understand from Marcus that you've been living under questionable means. That changes now.”

I looked over at Marcus. He had snitched to my uncle.

“Listen Uncle. The way I'm living isn't questionable. I like it here. I have friends.”

“Friends?”

My uncle seemed surprised. He wasn't the only one. Marcus had stopped what he was doing and was staring at me. Jalen was staring at me too. Damn. Was it so odd that I had made a friend? I liked Jalen and this place was kind of crazy but it was interesting. I was growing as a person here. I didn't expect it but I liked it. I couldn't leave now.

“Yes friends. No one knows where I live.”

“They know the city...”

“New York is the biggest city in the world. There is no way she is going to find me.”

Uncle Hasim didn't seem like he was completely convinced.

“Prince Djimon. This isn't up for discussion.”

It was an order.

“You're ordering me?”

My Uncle Hasim had always been a straight a strict guy and he had ordered me around before even when my mother was alive. Back then I was a child now. I wasn't a child anymore. I was the heir. I was king.

Hasim's voice tone softened, “The entire nation knows that you are alive. It's a good thing and a bad thing. The good thing is that your sister's claim is all but gone. The bad thing is that she and her advisors have become desperate. She needs you dead.”

“Take power back from her. Isn't that why you are there.”

“I am trying. I have intelligence teams trying to launch missle attacks on the capital. We believe your sister has gone underground in hiding. In the meantime she is trying to turn the country against you. They are spreading propaganda calling your mother a tyrant and saying that you will follow in her footsteps.”

“A tyrant?”

“That's nothing that you should concern yourself about---”

“I'm not the son of a tyrant. Remove the usurpers from the country. I'm not leaving where I am. I don't run and I don't HIDE. Don't contact me again unless you have cleared them out of the country, Uncle Hasim. Bring me my crown. That's an order.”

I hung up on him at that moment.

I was pissed.

I couldn't believe that.

“Are you ok?” Jalen stated.

“They are trying to call my mother a tyrant.”

Marcus wasn't paying any attention to that though. He seemed desperate to get out of here, “Prince we should leave. Your uncle has arranged an armed fortress in Istanbul that we can hide out in. It is a lot safer and nicer than this.”

“He's safe here,” Jalen replied.

I was shocked that Jalen was standing up for me like that.

Marcus almost laughed, “Right. The hood is the best place for a king.”

“If there are people after him they will think he is somewhere fancy. They wouldn't think he is actually hiding out in plain sight,” Jalen replied.

“Jalen is right.”

“Excuse me?” Marcus asked.

“I'm not leaving. I have money again. If you have to make this house more secure with it then do it. I'm not leaving.”

Marcus was shaking his head. I could tell that he didn't agree with my decision.

“Prince.”

“You can unpack my things.”

Two days had passed. Marcus has gotten permission to start installing security features in the house. He installed things like cameras to the outside of the house. He bought guns. He was really trying to make this place into a fortress.

It was nighttime when I walked downstairs.

I was looking for Jalen. A part of me wanted to apologize to him that Marcus was doing all this extra shit to his house. Even at this very moment Marcus had run to the store and was trying to buy security lighting for the back yard.

I was getting a little stressed out to say the least.

Instead of Jalen I found Marcus.

He had crossed his arms when he saw me walk down the steps.

“Is Jalen here?” I asked him.

“No.”

“Where is he?”

“Yo, do I look like his motherfucking keeper?”

Brolic's attitude was disgusting. I shook my head. If I was able to make friends with Jalen maybe there was a chance that I could make friends with him too.

“Can we just agree to be nicer to each other?” I asked.

He sighed loudly, “Even if I told you where Jalen was, why would it matter? Its not like you can go to him. Isn't your guard dog out anyway?”

“Marcus isn't my guard dog.”

“Whatever he is to you. Guard dog. Boyfriend. Who cares? Same shit to me. You need him next to your ass all the time. You're too stuck up to do anything without him.”

“I don't need Marcus around me.”

“Sure, princess...”

“Where is he? I can prove I don't need a babysitter.”

Brolic laughed.

“We both know what happened last time you didn't have one.”

“You think that's funny?”

“You needed to be taught a lesson. These streets are tough out here.”

“I could have been killed.”

“Oh please. They weren't going to go that far,” Brolic replied bluntly, “You are so over dramatic.”

“I don't have time to do this. Where is Jalen?”

“He always disappears to this club on Main St. I don't know. I seen him walk in there one time but I didn't think anything of it. I think he found him a little part time job. He never told me. I never wondered. He's grown.”

“Well I'm going to go see him.”

“Main St. Fine. I'm going to go see him.”

Brolic grabbed my hand before I left out of the house,

“Whoa. Are you crazy? Didn't you learn your lesson last time? You don't need to be in these streets...”

“Do you care?”

“No I don't.”

“Then let go of me.”

“Jalen cares. I care about Jalen. I'm not going to let you just go by yourself.”

“Well I guess you are just going to have to show me how to get there then.”

Brolic clearly wasn't concerned about me but he sighed and went to get his jacket. I was surprised really. I guess he wasn't as heartless as he wanted everyone to think.

I was actually excited. I didn't know why. I attempted to have a conversation with Brolic in the car but he wasn't having it. I didn't care. I was just happy to be out of the house. I had snuck out. I knew Marcus would be flaming if he knew that I had left the house at night time without him. He would be even more mad when he found out how much money I took with me. Luckily I had gone to the bank and withdrawn about 50 thousand earlier in the day. I was planning on using it for rain money but I figured it would be nice to have it for a night out.

We had caught a cab. I reached into my bag and paid the driver. Clearly Brolic didn't have it. For all the thug activity he got into all the time he was still clearly not that well off.

“Is that a purse?” he asked.

“It's a murse. A man purse. Why, do you want one?”

“Jesus Christ. Let's get this over with. Your sissiness might spread.”

I shrugged. There was a line in the club that stretched around the block. Why the hell was this club so crowded?

“Follow me,” I told Brolic.

“There's a line.”

He must have honestly thought I was going to stand on this line. I mean I was attempting to 'live among the people' but standing on line and waiting behind the people definitely wasn't in my regime.

I walked to the front to the bouncer.

“Excuse me, there's a line...”

Maybe he didn't recognize the expensive attire.

“I keep hearing that. How much to skip the line?”

“We don't have a line skip. Get your uppity ass to the back of the line.”

“300 dollars?”

“---Right this way sir.”

I could tell by Brolic's face that he wasn't used to just skipping lines like this. I figured this must have been his first time. He didn't say anything but I could read his face. He was impressed whether he wanted to believe it or not.

“This place is decent actually,” I told him looking around.

I was kind of surprised. I thought we would be going into some low end club or something like that. It wasn't the case though. This club had flashing lights. There was a nice like stage up there. There were people dancing around. It looked like a mid-scale kind of club. I was honestly amused by it. They really tried to make this place a little fancy.

For some reason I noticed Brolic standing close to me. He looked a little nervous or something. I didn't understand why. This wasn't some hood bar like I thought we were headed into.

“Did you notice everyone on line was a guy...” Brolic stated.

I looked around. Shit. He was right. I had been paying attention to the décor. I hadn't even noticed the crowd. Looking around there were only MEN in this club. It was a gay club. I noticed immediately men walking around without their shirts on. Men were holding hands.

“Oh my god...” I replied.

I was smiling from ear to ear. I had never been in a gay club.

“This has to be the wrong place.”

“What makes you think that?” I asked.

“Because my brother wouldn't come to a gay club...”

“Actually...”

It hit me that Brolic probably had no idea that his brother was into men. I had seen the porn but Brolic hadn't. He knew Jalen had a girlfriend. That was all that he knew. The idea that Jalen was gay definitely seemed to hit him.

Brolic looked like he was about to throw up. All of a sudden I wasn't so gay anymore because he was literally hiding behind me, especially when a Drag Queen walked out on stage. The drag queen couldn't pass for a girl on her best day. He had on a huge yellow wig and tons of makeup. His eyelashes completely swallowed his face.

“Oh my god, what's that?” Brolic stated, “Let's get out of here...”

“Relax. Let's leave in a minute...I want to see what's going to happen. Ain't you a thug? Ain't you gangster? Why you scared of a little man in a dress?”

Brolic was freaking out. I could tell.

The Drag Queen paced the stage slowly. The stage was in the front of the room. It was low and she stepped down to the regular floor when making the announcement, “Our next dancer goes by the name of Sincere!”

All I could hear was Brolic's voice, “Ho-Ly-Shit!”

I knew why he was saying that. It was Jalen. Jalen walked out on stage. Jalen was SEXY. My mouth had dropped open when I saw him walk out. He was all oiled out. He didn't have anything on but oil. A song came on. I had heard him actually watching the video the day before. He said the name of the song was 'Please do not disturb' by some American artists Chris Brown and Teyana Taylor. I didn't think anything of it.

“Holy shit is right,” I replied.

My mouth was wide.

I was trying not to drool.

I wasn't the only one. The entire floor seemed to be immediately hypnotized by him. Men all around the club stopped what they were doing to see Jalen walk out on stage. He was beyond sexy. He had on some snapped pants.

Jalen started to grind back and forth to the music. His oily muscles reflected the light. His tight abs and perfect frame had become the spotlight of the club. He worked his way up and down the stage. He was dancing. I noticed how turned on I was getting as he made his way to the front of the stage. He didn't see me. He didn't see Brolic either. He was just in his zone doing his thing and it was perfect.

Let me satisfy you tonight

Come inside, sit on my couch, oh

I know what you like just sit back

Let me ride, hear it all out, uh

I want you right now

Not another minute later, so come on

Put your money where your mouth is

Give you what you paid for, come on

I know it's real how my body feels on yours, oh

And I want to spend some time

No enter sign on the door

Oh, no, please don't disturb

Please, no, don't disturb, no

Jalen had taken off his pants. He was wearing some sort of thong thing underneath it. However the front of the thong was fabric that covered his junk. The long tube of fabric held onto Jalen's dick. We watched as Jalen kneeled on the floor and twirled his dick in circles. The people in the crowd were chanting. They were screaming. They wanted more.

Jalen's ass looked amazing in the thong. It was tight and fat against his sandy skin tone. He didn't have any flaws either. Brolic was covered up with a lot of scars like he lived a rough life but Jalen was smooth. He had all muscle.

Brolic looked pissed, “This is disgusting.”

“Shut up.”

Just at that moment I walked out to the stage. Brolic stayed behind.

I couldn't help myself. I didn't know what I started doing but at that moment. I just started throwing money and walking out onto the stage. Luckily I had brought so much money out with me. Hundreds, fifties and twenties started to rain down from my man purse. I was so impressed. I was just throwing wads of money out on the stage. My murse was deep too. The money seemed to have no end to it. It littered on the floor.

It rained out on the dance floor and immediately chaos ensued.

“Oh my god!” the Drag Queen stated.

People started to swarm the stage almost immediately. I was causing a stampede!

People in the club were trying to grab at the money.

“Prince what the fuck are you doing here!” Jalen stated!

Jalen had run towards me. He grabbed me close. He was trying to protect me probably from the swarms of crazy people who were runing out on the stage trying to get his money. What kind of straight up animals stole money that was left for a stripper?

Jalen didn't seem concerned about the money all of a sudden. He was holding me close. His dick was the only thing separating us. His dick pressed up between us.

“I'm here to be entertained like everyone else...”

“Are you...”

I pulled out some money, “They didn't get it all.”

He was looking me up and down.

The drag queen had somehow gotten security to clear the area. There was literally a wall of security guards that were trying to keep people from storming up on the stage again. I was shocked that I was able to cause such a scene in the club by just throwing out money like that! I didn't see Brolic. A part of me thought that he left the club but I didn't care at that moment.

The drag queen had brought out a chair, “Looks like Sincere has him a sponsor. I think all this cash definitely deserves a striptease...”

She sat the chair in the middle of the stage.

I looked at the chair and I looked at Jalen. He seemed a little nervous now that he knew that I was here. What had come naturally to him just a few minutes ago seemed to be something that he had to think about.

I sat in the chair.

I threw more money towards Jalen. Hundreds of dollars flew at his chest. The crowd seemed to be getting uneasy behind all the security guards.

“Come on...” I stated, “Sincere...you need to distract people. Or else I'll keep throwing money and they'll storm the stage again.”

I definitely wanted this. I DEFINITELY wanted it.

Jalen walked up to me. He started to dancing on me, grinding up against me on the chair. Fuck. His dick his my chest. It moved around my chest. Jalen was looking me deep in my eyes. His dick was hard but he wasn't the only one hard. My dick was DEFINITELY hard. I was so turned on watching Jalen grinding up on me.

Jalen started dancing to the song and making me almost wet in the chair. He had grabbed me and lifted me up. He wrapped me around his waist.

The crowd was going crazy.

I felt like the luckiest man in the world.

Especially when Jalen grabbed my ass supporting me.

“Yes gawd!” the Drag Queen said on the loud speaker, “This is intimate ain't it? Is anyone else bothered? I'm very bothered....”

The drag queen was right. This was intimate. It wasn't a normal dance. Jalen was close to my face. His face was only inches away from mine.

He laid me on the floor.

He was very...very soft with me. He opened my legs wide. He started to descend into my legs. He started to grind into me. Our crotches stroked one another. He was grinding hard and slow, stroking me with these sexy motions.

Somehow his dick had come out of the patch!

“Fuck!” The drag queen was screaming.

Jalen's dick was now pressed up against me. My asshole was dripping. LITERALLY! I was so wet. I almost forgot we were in the middle of a club being watched by almost a hundred people. I could care less. I just wanted Jalen all over me.

Jalen strokes got faster.

Then they got slower.

Then he was rubbing all over my body. His strong hands ran from the top of my body to my ass. He squeezed my ass. Jalen had a raw sexiness about him. It was natural. He wasn't one of those male strippers that tried so hard to be sexy. It just came to him.

His mouth opened. My mouth was opened.

He was so close to me.

“Damn man...” I think he whispered to me.

I wasn't sure what that meant. I knew that his dick was so swollen pressed up against me. I knew that I could even see precum dripping on my Armani shirt. I could care less though. I knew that he was just as turned on as I was.

This moment seemed to be...more than intense!

He kissed me.

He kissed me right there on stage. The crowd went crazy cheering us on. It wasn't just a pec either. Jalen was GOING IN.

His tongue was deep in my mouth. My tongue was deep in his. We were going to war in each other's mouths. That's the only way to describe how intense it was. We were kissing the FUCK out of one another. I couldn't get enough as he was pulling me close.

“Ok. ok. That was hot. You two need to just get a room.”

We walked off the stage. Jalen at this point was holding my hand and guiding me. Luckily he put his dick away but that didn't seem to matter. Jalen didn't even seem concerned about all the money that I had thrown out on the stage. Matter of fact he wasn't saying much of anything. I wasn't sure where he was guiding me. The next dancer had walked out on stage but it just seemed like the entire world had disappeared.

There was no one in that room besides Jalen and me.

Jalen had taken me to a dark corner of the room.

“Jalen, Jalen I wanted to do that for the longest time. I know you have a girlfriend. I know that things will be complicated but---”

“Shut up Prince.”

I was shocked he was talking to me like that UNTIL I found out why. He had pressed me up against the wall and he was kissing me again. He was kissing me just as hard as he was kissing me on stage. It was at that moment I realized that Jalen wanted me just as bad as I wanted him. His tongue was deep in my mouth. He was going in on me and every moment just felt fucking amazing.

“Really?”

Jalen turned to the right. My reaction was a little slower.

Shit. Brolic.

He was still here.

“Fuck. Brolic.”

“My big brother...the faggot.”

Brolic had caught us kissing. Brolic walked away at that moment. I could tell he was beyond pissed. Jalen looked back at me.

“Prince...”

Jalen wanted to chase his brother. It was clear. I could tell by the look on his face that this wasn't a good thing that Brolic had caught them. Brolic didn't seem understanding. He definitely didn't seem like he was going to let this go.

I knew this would tear apart their family forever.

“Go,” I stated, “I understand...”

Jalen ran off. All this time I had feelings for Marcus but Marcus was never willing to pursue them. Now I was starting to have feelings for Jalen. I was coming under the impression that I would never find happiness.

Just when I found someone willing to kiss me back...this happened.

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