By Jillian Lauren
A jaw-dropping tale of the way a lady from the suburbs results in a prince's harem, and emerges from the key Xanadu either richer and wiser
At eighteen, Jillian Lauren used to be an NYU theater college dropout with a tip approximately an upcoming audition. The "casting director" advised her wealthy businessman in Singapore may pay beautiful American ladies $20,000 in the event that they stayed for 2 weeks to boost his events. quickly, Jillian was once on a aircraft to Borneo, the place she could spend the subsequent eighteen months within the harem of Prince Jefri Bolkiah, youngest brother of the Sultan of Brunei, forsaking her gritty East Village house for a palace with rugs laced with gold and buying and selling her band of artist neighbors for a coterie of backstabbing beauties.
More than simply a gorgeous learn set in an unique land, Some Girls can be the tale of the way a rebellious youngster came upon herself-and the braveness to fulfill her beginning mom and finally undertake a toddler boy.
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No make-up. 5 mins you want to prepare. We move. ” i presumed approximately operating to Ari’s room, yet I remembered that she had left for the States early that morning to house a few enterprise and decide up a couple of new ladies. She had guaranteed me the evening prior to that we'd be high-quality there by myself and that she may go back prior to we left to ensure our departure went easily. I seemed to future, who shrugged, both clueless and visibly relieved that it used to be me and never her. Ten mins later, in sandals and a black sundress with a print of red cabbage roses on it and buttons up front, I observed the defend out front door and into one more black Mercedes with tinted home windows. It smelled of latest vehicle and hot leather-based. “Where are we going? ” The defend pretended he didn’t pay attention, picked up a cellular phone, and made a choice in Malay. those guards have been inscrutable, and there appeared to be such a lot of of them in at the mystery. What did they give thought to chauffeuring the Prince’s ladies round all day lengthy? I felt surprisingly calm; I settled again into the upholstery. I appeared out the window and watched the area roll by way of. I wasn’t fairly there. i used to be on a soundstage, sitting in a desk bound convertible with lovers blowing my hair and a display at the back of me displaying a winding highway in the course of the jungle. Then the surroundings replaced and we have been within the urban, whizzing down alley after alley. I were at the back of a wall or a vehicle window for my complete time in Brunei. the automobile got here to a cease on the again front of an workplace development, a tall, universal field of metal and glass. the driving force passed me off to another shield, who took me wordlessly up in an elevator, down a hallway, and right into a room. He gave me a pitcher of water and left me inside of, locking the door in the back of him. the internal of the room used to be incongruous with the businesslike external of the development. I had anticipated to work out an workplace, yet as an alternative it used to be a sitting room filled with an identical ornate furniture because the palace, a skewed modern tackle Louis XIV. It seemed as though the Prince’s decorator had a number of personalities. the skin of a tremendous mahogany table used to be crowded with images of what i presumed have been the Prince’s better halves and kids. I checked out them, attempted to appear into them, to glean a few perception into what their lives can be like. the individual that seemed often within the pictures was once a tender guy who gave the impression of a big, blown-up child, frequently crammed right into a polo uniform. used to be this Prince Hakeem, Robin’s oldest son and inheritor? This immense couldn’t most likely be the mild Prince’s progeny. Hakeem jogged my memory of Francis in Pee-wee’s immense event. I imagined the arrogant, rotund teen sitting in a bath the scale of a swimming pool and fiddling with version battleships. the ladies within the pictures have been all wonderful in a painted, glossy-lipped means. They have been wrapped in brocaded robes and wore gauzy scarves overlaying their hair. have been those his other halves? there has been a smiling little woman with pigtails. I questioned at what age she’d alternate them for a head shawl. used to be this his daughter?