by Shawn Bailey

Young, Hot, and Talented 6
A King’s Ransom
Ex-supermodel Andy Green didn’t know how much his life was going to change when he went to Seoul to participate in a martial art competition. He won the fight easy enough by knocking out the country’s champion. It wasn’t until people started hopping in the ring congratulating him, and someone pushing a big bag of money at him, that he learns that he’s just beaten the crowned prince of South Korea, Ae-Jong Kim, who just happened to be one of his cousin Edward’s fiancées. Right before the match Edward had confessed that he was there to not only cheer Andy on, but to break up with Ae-Jong, and he wanted Andy to do it for him. Andy hated Eddie for making him do his dirty work. But instead of getting on a plane and flying back home to America, Andy is offered the job of a lifetime as manager for the K-Pop group Dazed in which Ae-Jong is the leader.
Genres: Alternative (M/M, Gay), Contemporary
Length: 49,317
A KING'S RANSOM
Young, Hot, and Talented 6
Shawn Bailey

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A King's Ransom
Copyright © 2019 by Shawn Bailey
ISBN: 978-1-64243-623-5
First Publication: January 2019
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Dedicated to my wonderful editor. She laughs at my wicked attempt at humor and guides me in the right direction with sane advice that doesn’t make me want to tear my hair out. Thanks a million.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Imari Jade hails from Marrero, Louisiana, where she works as a financial analyst. She collects anime and Asian dramas and considers herself a multi-genre author. She is the mother of three sons and eight grandchildren and does the bulk of her writing riding on a bus to and from work five days a week. She’s a big K-Pop fan, too. Currently she writes for Passion in Print, Siren-BookStrand, Melange Books, Phaze Books and Totally Bound.
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
A KING'S RANSOM
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
A KING'S RANSOM
Young, Hot, and Talented 6
SHAWN BAILEY
Copyright © 2019
Prologue
The guards appeared like magic as soon as Ae-Jong Kim had safely landed his jet and taxied to his private parking spot inside of Emperor Ga’s plane hangar. The guards bowed respectfully the moment he appeared with his suitcase.
“Welcome to the Pearl Palace, Prince Kim,” a black-and-white clad guard said in Cantonese. “Prince Ang and the royal family are expecting you.”
Ae-Jong was trying to surprise them. He bet that fink Ra Day ratted him out. He had practically grown up in this palace along with Cheng and his older brother Deming. “Thank you, Bai,” Ae-Jong said as the guards escorted him out of the door and into the royal palace.
Bai took his suitcase. “I’ll put this in your room.”
His room still had all of the stuffed animals the Angs and their people had given him as a child, except one. Ae-Jong thanked him. “Xie xie.” Ae-Jong could speak many different languages fluently, including English. The rest of the guards took him to the reception hall where some sort of meeting was going on. Everyone looked in his direction, including his godfather, Emperor Ga Ang. Ae-Jong was glad he had dressed appropriately before he left home. He wore a black suit, white shirt, and a black tie. The suit had been tailor-made for him and fit him to a tee.
“Good evening, godson. What brings you all the way to Hong Kong?”
People began bowing as they recognized him. “Am I interrupting something important, Fu Gin?” Ae-Jong always referred to him as father whenever he was visiting.
Several men ran their gaze over him. A lot of them spoke in a foreign language he recognized as Portuguese with a mixture of South African. Ae-Jong knew that look. He’d gotten it from other men before.
“We had no idea you had another son, Emperor Ang,” one of the men said.
“Everyone, this is my godson, Ae-Jong Kim. He’s the crowned prince of South Korea.”
“Is he single?” one of the men asked.
Ga nodded. “He is just twenty-four years old.”
The bidding began.
“Ae-Jong is not for sale,” Cheng Ang said angrily.
Ae-Jong continued in and sat on the throne next to his best friend.
There was some grumbling among the guests. One spoke to Ga in their language, and his godfather laughed. “King Kashmi has offered me a diamond mine for your hand in marriage, Jongie.”
Ae-Jong frowned. “Only one mine?” Ae-Jong asked. “I’m still a virgin, so I think I’m worth at least two, plus a ruby mine.”
The bargaining continued. He’d never seen men so desperate to have an innocent lover.
“What are you doing, brat?” Cheng asked him. “This is not a game.” Cheng was muscular and taller than Ae-Jong even though they were the same age.
Prince Deming entered the room, saw him and smiled brightly. “Jongie, what are you doing here?”
“About to cause an international incident,” his father answered.
Ae-Jong smiled. Deming was older by five years, a handsome guy but a bit of a moron.
“These gentlemen want to buy him as a bride,” his father continued.
Deming reached the throne stand. He took Ae-Jong’s hand and kissed it. “Sorry, fellows. Ae-Jong and I have been engaged since we were kids. He promised to marry me when he was five.”
“He took advantage of me,” Ae-Jong added. “He bribed me with cake.”
“I plan to make you my empress when I inherit father’s throne,” Deming said.
“I haven’t died yet,” Ga replied. “Cheng, why don’t you take Ae-Jong to see Mother and keep a close eye on him?”
Cheng stood. “Yes, Father.” He took Ae-Jong’s hand. They both bowed and left the room. “One of these days you’re going to get yourself in serious trouble acting like that.”
“Acting like what?” Ae-Jong asked with an innocent smile.
“Do you want to be some king’s bride, or worse, Deming’s?” Cheng asked.
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bsp; “A king, no. Deming, on the other hand, is getting kind of cute.”
“Don’t even say that in jest,” Cheng said.
Ae-Jong smiled. If he had a choice, he would marry Cheng. There was no other guy in the world who he’d like to spend eternity with.
Chapter One
Holy moly. Andrew Green was knee deep in single, young Asian males as he attended his first gay masked ball, ever. It was a great welcome back to Seoul present from his old friend and former runway model, Yong Rhee. Andy and Yong had met years ago when they were both teens at their first agency in New York. They were both retired from modeling. Yong was now one of the managers of the Royale Host Club, a fantastic private men’s club.
Andy looked around. The club had two levels. The upper level had VIP seating and a bar. Downstairs had the dance floor, two more bars, the restrooms, the bandstand, and more seating. There was also a stage for live performances.
“What’s your pleasure?” Yong asked Andy after giving him time to check out the hosts. Even though he couldn’t see their faces, Andy knew Yong well enough to know he had very good taste when it came to lovers.
Andy looked around. There was so many to choose from. He spied four young men huddled together talking. His gaze landed on the shortest of the four. Their eyes met. Andy liked his guys petite and pretty. This one fit the bill. He stood maybe five feet seven or eight compared to Andy’s six feet. And his body had some serious curves, small waist, dancer thighs, and a plump behind. Andy pointed to him, and Yong left his side and went over to speak to them. All four guys looked into his direction and nodded. The shortest in the group followed Yong over.
“I would introduce you, but that would be cheating. Remember, no names can be exchanged, and the masks stay on until the ball ends,” Yong said. He walked away and went to mingle with some of his other guests.
Andy couldn’t see his chosen one’s face, but he had eyes the color of raisins, coral-colored lips, and he gave off the most intoxicating scent that reminded Andy of a mixture of anise and cinnamon. He was dressed like the other hosts in a white tuxedo, while the guests wore black.
“Party People,” R&B group, The Kerrys’ new song played. The other male held out his hand. “Let’s boogie.”
Andy liked his voice. It wasn’t deep or high-pitched, but melodic like the voice of a singer, and he had an accent…a British one. He followed the other guy to the dance floor. Andy was so glad he kept up with the latest dance crazes because this one had some smooth moves. They’d been dancing nonstop for at least thirty minutes. The other young men who had been standing with him earlier joined them on the floor with their dates for the evening. The DJ spun a variety of songs from American and British entertainers. The fast music eventually ended, and the DJ put on some current Sam Smith tunes.
Andy pulled the host into his arms. He barely came up to Andy’s chest, but he followed Andy’s lead like their bodies were made to dance together. Troye Sivan’s, “Fools” got played and the arm around Andy’s waist tightened. “You like this one?”
The young man smiled at him and answered, “Yes.”
Andy liked the song, too. It eventually ended, and the host led him to a bar.
“What’s your pleasure?” the host asked.
“You mean, besides you?” Ooh, that smile nearly sent him over the edge.
“Yes.”
“Bourbon, neat.”
His date spoke to the bartender in Korean. The guy bowed and fixed the drink, and then he handed it to Andy.
“Aren’t you drinking?”
He nodded. His new date ordered a soda.
Odd. “How old are you?” He didn’t fly halfway around the world to end up in a foreign prison for molesting some kid.
“Twenty-four. I’m trying to save my liver. How old are you?”
“Twenty-eight.”
“Good. I prefer guys closer to my age.”
Andy sipped his drink. “Have you been with a lot of guys?”
“Have you?” the host asked sarcastically.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to ask you something so personal, but I’m interested in getting to know you better. I’m new to this country, and I don’t have very many friends,” Andy explained.
The host sipped his soda. “Where are you from?”
Andy sampled some of his drink. “America. Boston, Massachusetts, originally, but for the last few years I’ve lived in New York.”
“What brings you so far away from home?”
“I fell in love with the place, and I’m thinking about moving here.”
The host laughed like he didn’t believe him. “What do you like about Seoul?”
“It reminds me a lot of New York, the traffic, the great food, oh, yeah, and the people. Pardon me, but your eyes are truly beautiful. Are they natural?”
“Yes, they’re mine, not contacts. I’m one hundred percent natural.”
“I hope so.” Andy sniffed him. “You smell delightful. What are you wearing?”
“Me,” the young man answered. “You smell pretty good, too. It’s Giovanni, isn’t it?”
Andy nodded. “His designer fragrance.”
“I like it. What’s your natural scent like?”
“I have to shower to let you find out. Are you interested?”
The host nodded again. “Since the moment our eyes met from across the room.”
Andy polished off his drink. “Where can we go?”
“I know a place,” the host said. He placed his glass on the table, stood and then walked away.
Andy rose and followed him, trying to look nonchalant. The host took him out of the lounge area, past the lobby and administration offices to an elevator. They rode up to a third floor. The host took him to a door with an emblem of a crown on it. He turned the knob and entered. Andy hoped the guy wasn’t leading him there to rob him. He was a stranger in a foreign country. Such acts of violence were not unheard of. He stepped through the door. It was an apartment. He closed and locked the door. They remove their shoes. The living room and galley kitchen were filled with modern furniture and appliances. The host took two bottles of water out of the refrigerator and motioned for him to follow. They entered another door. A bedroom. He didn’t know why this surprised him. Everything seemed new and clean. Music filtered in from downstairs through hidden speakers.
The host put the two bottles of water on coasters on the nightstand. “You can get comfortable while I run the bath.” He disappeared behind another door in the room.
Andy began to undress, first taking his international phone out and placing it and his wallet on the other nightstand. He found hangers in the closet. He hung up his tuxedo. He was down to his briefs when the host beckoned him with a finger to join him. Andy entered the bathroom. It had a tub big enough for two. The host had disrobed and climbed in. He still had on his mask. Andy did, too. The other guy’s gaze raked over him appreciatively. Andy was so glad he kept up eating right and exercised even though he retired from his last position. He emptied his bladder and then removed the briefs before climbing into the bubble bath. He’d never been bathed by a guy before. The host washed him from shoulders to toes before Andy pulled him down on his lap and stole a kiss. The little beauty sucked hungrily on his tongue. Andy decided to return the favor and bathe him too after the kissing stopped.
After bathing, they dried off and headed to the bedroom. “Now I can get a better look at you,” Andy said, sitting on the bed. “Turn slowly.”
The other guy did as Andy asked. “Do I please you?”
“Very much,” Andy answered. He was slender, yet he had muscles in his forearms, chest, and legs. He wasn’t a slouch in the crotch either. Mother Nature had been generous. He also had an ass to die for. Andy patted the bed, and the host sat beside him. Andy leaned over and kissed him. He pulled Andy down on him. They were both already erect. Andy wiggled out of his grasp and kissed a path down his chest and stomach and then popped the head of the circumcised cock into his mouth. Good lord, h
e tastes sweet. And he wasn’t kidding earlier about not wearing any cologne. His mating scent was the bomb.
The other guy pumped his hips, sending his dick further into Andy’s mouth. This guy was one hot little number, and Andy couldn’t wait to bury his cock deep inside of him. Andy maneuvered them into the sixty-nine position to see if he knew anything about pleasing a man. Oh god, he does. The host had a nice warm mouth to go with that sexy, compact body. Andy tried to hold back, but his sucking was just too good. “Ah!” He came.
The young man lifted his head and smacked his lips. “You are delicious.”
Andy rolled the other guy off him. He landed on the mattress. “You’re good, but I still have a few tricks up my sleeves.” Andy spread the host’s legs and went down on him again. This time he wet a finger and tried to push it inside the little butthole. He met with some resistance. He didn’t expect that from a host who’d probably slept with hundreds of men. Andy went back to sucking. The host moaned. It sounded so sexy it made Andy’s cock harden faster than normal. He stopped the fellatio. “I got just what you need.” He rolled away from him and got a condom out of his wallet.
The host got one of the bottles of water, opened it and drank some.
“Do you have any lube?” Andy asked.
The young man put the bottle down, reached into the nightstand, and came up with a tube. He handed it to Andy and leaned across his lap. Andy uncapped the tube, poured some into his palm, and dipped two fingers in it. He capped the bottle for Andy.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Uh!” he groaned.
Andy chuckled a bit as he got one finger inside the host’s incredibly tight hole. He worked it around a bit before attempting a second one. Two fingers got an even bigger groan. Was it possible that no one had ever sampled this delicious treat? The little gland inside the host’s butt started to soften. Andy rubbed it a little longer.