I picked up my favourite beauty blender and squeezed my BB cream onto the sponge. This golden colour shade matched my skin tone perfectly. I needed to make my Arabic skin glow for the cameras. I had clear skin that still looked young and hydrated, even though I was already 26. I was getting old.
“But still so sexy,” I smirked and finished up the last touches to my makeup. Being a male model meant that I had to highlight the features that a camera could not see. Everything needed to be perfect, which it already was. My chocolate brown hair was shoulder length and full of volume. It was healthy and allowed the light to dance on its surface. My facial features resembled the ideal mould of a man. Even my royale beard enhanced how attractive I was.
Don’t even get me started on my body. Even Allah will bow down before me. I had toned every inch of my body to achieve the warrior physique and now no one could pass my title of the sexiest man alive. I was declared this for 6 consecutive years, and to this day (12 May 2021) still hold it high.
“Your highness?” A servant called after knocking by my room door. The word room was such a euphemism. I had the entire third floor of my father's mansion all to myself.
“You may enter,” I replied and buttoned up the silver jacket of my tux.
“The fan mail as requested sir.” She added after a curtsey. A few male servants walked in with separate piles of letters and parcels, placed them down on my dining room table and left after a quick bow.
“Perfect.” I beamed. Fan mail was full of compliments and these great stories of how amazing I am. I loved being told what I already knew, and hearing it from thousands of people made my day.
“Your highness the limousine is here.” The same servant remarked and stepped aside to hold the door open for me.
“Thank you, Amal,” I stated as I walked past. Her name wasn’t actually Amal but I didn’t care enough to ask for it, so she was renamed. I watched myself as I walked down the passage I plastered with mirrors. Fuck I was hot! Oh, if you haven’t picked it up yet I'm a narcissist. I honestly believe there is no one superior, not even my father. All he had was his crown while I had the world at my feet. I was amazed by the gorgeous being that stared back at me from the mirror. My mouth spread into a smirk as I looked myself up and down. The elevator came to a stop and I frowned, this was the end of my mirrors.
My Dad had told me to help at this training course to show young models what's what. I only agreed cause it would increase my publicity. It also showed that the future King cared about Jordan's youth.
“Prince Tay.” The driver greeted me with a bow and opened the door for me to climb in. A delicious bottle of naturally squeezed apple juice was placed in the mini-fridge of the limo. I picked up a glass and poured in enough for two sips of juice. Excellent. The servants knew that I refused to drink alcohol or anything that included caffeine. I want to live the longest I possibly can thank you.
I reached for the phone I used on the road and started recording a video for my TikTok.
“Good afternoon Taylee’s. Today I am blessed to have the privilege to teach my very first modelling class.” I remarked and flashed my jaw-dropping smile then winked at the camera. “Time to teach others how to be just like me! I took a few photo’s earlier, try not to drool.” I added then pressed stop. I then proceeded to join this video to the one my team had filmed earlier. It included poses of me in this tux and a few shirtless teases to please my thirsty fans. I then uploaded it and finished my last sip in the glass.
My phone had almost instantly lit up with notifications that people were liking my video, as they should.
The modelling studio we arrived at was surrounded by my adoring crowd. The driver got out and opened my door for me.
“Prince Tay! Over here!” A reporter shouted. “How do you feel about the fact that the TikTok you just uploaded has already hit 10K likes?”
“10K and increasing as we speak,” I replied and walked over to the next reporter.
“Are you concerned that your title might be stolen by the uprising star, Liam Arch?” He asked.
“You are already looking at next years sexiest man alive.”
“Is it true that King Nova has an arranged marriage planned for you?” Another shouted.
“How can I be married again when I’m already married to all my fans.”
“Prince Taylen I love you.” A fan screamed as I walked past. I stopped and blew a kiss in her direction then walked inside.
The crowds always made me feel excited but there was one thing I despised most of all, children. Their runny noses, missing teeth and scratched knees were just utterly disgusting. Here I was giving up my time, I was a fucking saint.
“Class say hello to Prince Taylen.” An elder woman stated as I walked into the main hall.
“Just Tay please,” I interrupted.
“Good morning Prince Tay.” All the children replied. There were about 30 little monsters all staring in my direction. They ranged from the ages 6 to 13 and contained both girls and boys.
“Thank you,” I whispered to who I assumed was the modelling instructor.
“So who of you think you would be able to pull off this tux?” I asked and projected my voice so all of them could keep quiet and listen. Most of the boy's hand flew up but the girls seemed confused.
“Girls? Don’t you want to wear a tux?”
“No!” They replied with a giggle.
“Well then luckily I called in a friend.” I smiled as the music started playing, and in walked Isla Rooi. I walked to the entrance and allowed her to model down the runway before I followed after her. Isla was a magnificent model all the way from New Zealand, I decided that it was time to gain more fans from that side of the world which is why I invited her.
The girls screamed as Isla twirled around. The silver dress she had on was a sneak peek into a well-known designer’s next collection. I had arranged for her to take part in the fashion show that was going to be held right here in Jordan. The dress had circular sleeves, a corset type top and a slinky (yes the toy) looking bottom. She looked like some sort of extraterrestrial princess. The music stopped as I took my last pose.
“So who’s ready to learn how to model?” Isla asked and came to stand next to me. The crowd burst into cheers and we started the lesson.