Chapter 8: Crazy ideas

"Isla thanks for coming today," I remarked as we watched all the children leave.

"To be honest at first I was like he wants me to be around children? Then I thought to myself, I get to see my favourite person." She replied and offered me a wink. Isla and I had been good friends for a few years now, I felt like she was the only person that I could spend time with and not feel irritated.

"It's a pleasure." I laughed.

"So I need to quickly change out of this," She stated and started walking away. I wonder if she would like to hang out now? I remember the first time we met at a fashion show in Hawaii. The designer had based all his pieces on the element of fire. It was a spectacular event! Isla and I were put together as partners for the couple's outfits, and we just got to know each other better from then on.

"Tay!" I heard her shout which snapped me away from my thoughts. "Are you coming?"

"My bad," I responded and followed her to the bathroom. "You do realise how many germs are in here right?"

"Yeah but it's either face a few germs or have my nudes leaked by someone here with access to a phone."

"Good point. Did you ever land up doing that nude photoshoot for Hamilton?"

"Urgh, that creep! Basically what happened is he wanted me to do these extremely sexual poses and he didn't even try to hide the massive boner he had. I just felt uncomfortable so I left before I could regret anything." She explained and slipped out of her dress. "I mean I'm super confident about my body but being drooled over by an old guy? I'm good thanks."

"Clearly confident." I laughed. Isla stood before me completely naked and wiped off her excessive makeup in the mirror.

"Oh shh. I know you asexual." She replied and stuck her tongue out at me. I smacked her butt and watched it wobble.

"Yeah still asexual, but that is satisfying to watch."

"I don't know how this," She stated and gestured towards herself, "Does not turn you on? Not even the slightest?"

I shook my head no. The truth was the only person that turned me on was myself. Even thinking about myself naked made me a little hard. Hmmm, I looked delicious. Everyone else didn't work for me, not even my beautiful Isla.

"A strange one indeed."

"At least you could walk away. I was at a nude shoot not so long ago, and the other model just shoved my dick into her mouth when everyone left." I cringed at the thought.

"Oh, my lord! What did you do?"

"Fucked her mouth." I laughed then added, "I was facing a mirror and the view was pretty hot."

"Wait you get hard as long as you can watch yourself." She asked and a devilish smile spread across her lips.

"What are you thinking?"

"Nothing!" Isla innocently replied and got dressed. "So do you mind if I crash by your place till the show?"

"Yeah of course you can." I smiled and hanged up the dress she previously had on. Someone would come to fetch it and return it to the designer. The show was only next week so I had time to spend with the closest person I'll have to a best friend.

We walked over to my limo, stopped for a few photos then climbed in.

"Oh yes, Tay you need to come back with me to New Zealand. We have this fashion week coming up and I would love it if you could be there with me. It's like in a few months I'll ask my manager to send you the details."

"Sounds good, I'm in." I chimed and handed her a glass of my apple juice. We caught each other up on important events in the car ride back to the King's mansion. He loved Isla and made it clear that he wanted me to marry her even though she wasn't even Muslim. I was constantly pressured when it came to marriage, my father wanted me to settle down and have a son of my own so that the Nova bloodline could continue. He couldn't understand that I was literally incapable of loving anyone else.

"Isla what are your thoughts on marriage and children of your own?"

"Marriage is a maybe, but children hell nah. This body was made for the runway and I ain't ruining it for no one." She answered and an idea popped into my head.

"Okay hear me out. I know this is crazy, but I want you to marry me. All I ask is that you donate one of your ova so I can give my father a grandchild." I blurted and clenched my jaw. Did I honestly just ask her what I think I just did?

She burst out laughing and spilt a bit of juice onto my pants. I gave her an awkward smile.

"Oh fuck! Are you being serious?" She gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. "Marriage? Well, that's not the end of the world. But...but being a mother? I, I don't think I'm ready for that."

"We can freeze a few until you ready, plus I'll get a surrogate mother to carry the child. The mansion will be filled with servants to look after the child so you won't even know you are a mother. And, and the marriage thing is just so my father gets off my case. It can be a fake marriage if you want. Plus you will still be able to see and be with whomever you wish, just, just in private. Technically how life is now, except the public and my father need to believe we married. Plus you will become royalty, princess of Jordan and future queen. Trust me it's not as scary as it sounds. "

"Taylen this is a big ask, can I have some time to think about it?"

"Yeah, of course." I nodded. Take all the time you need, I could finally shut my father up and tell him I wish to propose. Even if she disagrees in the end, I'll just act heartbroken and refuse any other women. Perfect.

I thought of just hiring a fan to be my fake wife before. I was that desperate, but she would probably just irritate me more than my father does. At least with Isla, I won't mind having to see her every day for the rest of my life. Who am I kidding? That sounds terrifying. Allah, please help me! Okay well, the ball is in her court, the next decision is hers alone. Now the anxious wait until I receive an answer. Fun times.