Page 41 of Craving a King

She smiles and kisses my cheek. “OK, may I have Senya, then? Arriving with him will calm my nerves.” My jealousy flares for a second. I don’t want Ella on anyone’s arm but mine. But this is my fault. I guess Senya is the next best thing.

“Of course. Senya, please escort Ella in the limo. I will follow.” I kiss Ella goodbye and whisper to her one more thing before she departs.

“Think of what we did the last time I rode with you in that limo with my face between your thighs. I want you nice and wet when you arrive to the ball.”

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During my ride to the ball, I decide to tell Ella all about the betrothal between Abena Owusu and myself during drinks before dinner. It can be the topic of our conversation. I will explain everything to her and hopefully she won’t hold it against me. I long planned to get that agreement annulled, but I stalled. I admit I used it as an insurance policy in case I never fell in love and found my queen. Now, everything is different. I can’t love Ella and marry someone else. It has to be her. First, I have to get her to stay.

Once I arrive, my walk down the gold carpet is uneventful. I enter and am greeted by everyone as I pass through. I finally spot Ella waiting at the bar chatting with Thomas Owusu. I forgot she met him when she first arrived in Ghana. I was under the impression she did not like him very much for being so forward. I guess drinks before dinner with my lady is out of the question. I will let them chat. I refuse to let irrational jealousy get the best of me tonight.

In the other hand, I always hated Thomas Owusu. In boarding school, he used to insist that we call him by his English name and not his Ashanti one. He is an entitled prick that always wants what others have. Hopefully Ella hasn’t said too much about our connection. The fact that he’s Abena’s brother doesn’t help matters at all. I notice her laughing at one of his stupid jokes and my blood boils. I quickly take out my phone and text her. That’s a good alternative to what I really want to do.

Me:

What’s so funny

She replies right away.

Ella:

This guy. He’s a fool. Handsome. But a fool no less.

I smirk.

Me:

So, you think him handsome? Are you thinking of leaving your king for a peasant?

Ella:

I thought you told me there were no such things as peasants in your kingdom.

I chuckle. I did say that. She listens.

Me:

True. Ditch him and go to the restroom. Touch yourself until your panties are wet. Then bring them to me at our table.

Ella:

You’re so bad. What table?

Me:

Number one of course. Hurry!

I make my way to our table. I stay on the lookout for Abena—hopefully, I won’t see her until after dinner. By then, I will have told Ella.

I sit and wait for Ella before allowing the table to be served. After thirty minutes, I start to worry. I could have made her wet in two minutes. I will never again send someone else to do the king’s work.

Just as I pull out my phone to send her a text, something catches my eye. Blinking twice, I register the fact that my auntie, Akua, is walking next to Abena, triumphant smiles on their faces as they leave the restroom. Shit.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Trouble

Ella

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