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“Because I want you to know everything about me. I want you to know all that makes me. Ella, I’m falling in love with you, and I don’t want you to ever doubt my feelings for you. If I act crazy sometimes, it’s because the last woman I gave my all to left me and it took me years to recover. That’s why I’ve kept relationships really light over the years.”

I grab her and hold her body flush against mine, placing my forehead to hers. “You stole my heart immediately, and I don’t want anyone else but you. I haven’t figured out exactly what that means yet. But please know that I think on it day and night. I’m beyond sorry I let my bullshit cloud my judgment of you and me. I will never allow that to happen again. I adore you.”

She places her arms around my neck. “I know you do. You mean the world to me Kofi.”

I press my lips to hers and she parts them like the sea, inviting me to lay my burdens down. I kiss her like my life and happiness depend on it. When our passion breaks, I take her hand and lead us out of the wilderness.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Forbearance

Kofi

The rest of our visit in Tafo is lighter than our visit to my mother’s grave, but just as important.

Her entire demeanor has changed. She is more relaxed. She understands me now more than anyone else in the world. The understanding makes a difference.

I show Ella the cocoa factory that used to employ 1,500 of Tafo’s residents. Currently, it employs only 200. The cocoa industry in the Kumasi region used to thrive, but the community could not keep up with the technological advances in manufacturing. Even now, there are vacancies at the factory, but not enough trained human capital in the village to fill them. We need a more educated populace to bring the factory to its former glory. That’s where Revolution Academies will help. I’m determined, with Ella’s help, to make Tafo the center of cocoa production in West Africa once again by providing a trained and educated workforce.

We also visit the homes of some residents so she can get a sense of where the students we serve will be coming from each morning. Without fail, they are coming from poverty, but they are also coming from an abundance of love and pride. Ella promises me that Revolution Academies will focus on the latter.

Before we head home, Ella gets the chance to watch me in the Akwasidae parade—me being celebrated in the streets of Tafo is something to see. I am loved by my people, and they count on me for so much. I start to think of how I will fit Ella into this world. All of my talk of love and being together is little more than a fantasy without a plan. The reality is that I have a heavy job to do, and no one expects a foreign woman to come in and help me do it. However, I know that if it is not Ella by my side, then I will continue to go at it alone. Who else in the world is strong, beautiful, and intelligent enough to be my bride and the significant other of the next Asantehene?No one.

When our day is over, our driver retrieves us from the front of the church where we started our day. As soon as we are alone, I ask the driver to raise the partition and Ella shocks me by taking me into a deep kiss.

We are not tentative with this kiss; we are all tongues, lips, and moans, trying to take in more of each other with each movement. When she finally breaks away, I continue to nip her jaw and neck.

“Kofi,” she pants. “How can this work? I live in Atlanta, and you’re here.”

I stop kissing her face for a moment and look her in her eyes. What else can a king with no answers do but act as if he does. “Shhhh. Let’s just sit in the fact that I want you and you want me. We will figure the rest out later. Right now, I would really like to taste you. Lucky for us, I have time to do it before we reach Accra. Is that OK with you?”

She looks at me and nods.

I smile. I have lots of experience with receiving pleasure royal vehicles. Today will be the first time I give it. I’m eager to make my baby come. “Lie back and open those pretty thighs for me.”

Ella complies with my request, and I lower myself to the floor on my knees. I place my head right at the center of her sex and smell the sweetness that will soon drip down my chin. I take two fingers and begin to rub her clit through the thin cotton of her pants, creating the friction she’s missed. She swallows hard while looking at me before rolling her head back to the chair rest.

“Yes baby, you’re already purring for me.” I lick the cotton up and down, providing pressure to her sweet nub. I look at the imprint the wetness from my tongue leaves on her sweet pussy. She must not be wearing panties. I start to circle her clit with a firm press. “Naughty girl, you didn’t wear panties today, did you?” She moans.

“Unzip your top for me and slide it off.” She sits up and not only removes her top, but also removes her pretty red lace bra also. Her breasts bound forward and I reach up to catch her left breast in my mouth. I take the caramel nipple between my teeth before latching on for dear life. I look up at her and my cheeks hollow as I greedily take her breast in. I use my other hand to continue rubbing the moist mound between her legs. I move to the right nipple and repeat my oral onslaught while increasing my speed between her legs. Her moans of pleasure are tempered with hard breaths.

“Please, Kofi, I’m so ready.” I feel the start of a tremble and know she’s about to burst.

I remove my fingers to lean down and take a quick nibble at her kente-covered sex.

“So ready for what, baby?”

“Your mouth, I need you to taste me.”

I lift my head and give her a knowing smirk. “Then let’s strip you of these pants and make your pussy roar.” I carefully unzip and peel the perfectly tailored pants off her full ass and thighs. In any other circumstance, I would not be this gentle with her clothing. But I don’t want her having to walk back into her hotel with no panties and ripped pants. Once I have the pants totally off, I give her center fold a strong lick before my next command.

“I want you to turn around and place your hands against the partition and spread your legs wide for me.” She looks at me nervously and gives a quick glance at the dark partition to where our driver is sitting.

“What if he sees me?”

“Trust me. He can’t see or hear anything. He also has no idea who you are. He’s only one of our many drivers from the royal guard.”

She gives me a light laugh. “Yes, I guess you’re right. It’s not like Senya is driving us around knowing I am about to have my tits pressed against this glass.”

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