Page 23 of Choosing the Chief

He shakes his head. “No one said you weren’t.Uh-oh, his Ghanaian accent is in full force.

“I take care of your money, among other things, for you and have for the past ten years. You rarely even ask me about it. You just assume you are in good hands. And you are…because those hands are mine. You are a brilliant woman. You know the history of my people better than I do. You can start and market a business with the snap of your beautifully manicured fingers. But that does not mean you do not need me. You want to be taken care of. You are just scared to admit it because your childhood was so fucked up.”

My fists clench at my sides and I lunge at Adom. I push him, but his rock-hard body does not budge. “You’re one to talk. I’m not the one who can’t get along with a single family member. I just don’t have any family members. You, sir, are the king…no, wait, you’re not a king, let me rephrase that. You are the almost chief of fucked up.”

Adom stares at me with tightened jaws and the vein in his neck pulsates with his quick breathing. He drops my bags before walking away and yelling over his shoulder, “The pilot is waiting at the airport. Let’s go.”

This motherfucker dropped my bags! I have a good mind to not even go. After five minutes, I realize he’s not coming back to apologize, and it comes down to whether or not I want to go to Paris. I decide that I do.

The car ride to the airport is silent. We don’t even look at each other. Senya peeks from the rearview mirror every few minutes to make sure we haven’t silently offed each other. But each time he looks, we are in opposite corners, sunshades on and looking out the window.

When we get to the airport, the three of us board the jet for the seven-hour flight. Senya immediately takes the seat closest to the front and puts in his air pods. He doesn’t want any parts of what is going on between Adom and me.

The first hour of the flight is painful. We say nothing. Since I am not drinking, I decide to eat. I order one slice of cake, and then two. I don’t generally eat refined sugars, but I need something to take the edge off. Adom watches every dessert that comes before me. When a chocolate brownie arrives, he walks over and takes it from me.

“That’s enough,” he barks. When he sees my face, he softens his tone. “You haven’t ate sugar in a while Maya, I don’t want you to be sick.”

I nod. I hate when he’s right. I do feel a bit queasy. When he turns to walk back to his seat, I grab his hand. He turns to face me. “I’m not apologizing, and neither are you. Can we just call it even? This is a long flight and a long weekend to be angry with each other. I propose a truce.”

He smiles and squeezes my hand. “I agree. Let’s go take a nap to seal our treaty.”

I laugh. “Because that’s the best way to seal a deal, huh? Sleep?”

“Mhmmm…among other things. You know I’m the business man in this relationship. Let me teach you the ways to negotiate and get what you really want.”

The sex in his voice is calling to me. Plus, I’ve always wanted to be a member of the mile-high club.

“OK, meet me in the back in five minutes. I need to freshen up.”

“Yes. But I’m coming in five minutes.”

I stand and kiss his cheek. “I’m counting on it.”

Chapter Fourteen

Flying

Adom

Maya is on the bed completely naked and unashamed. She does not appear unnerved by being on a plane. She’s sitting back on her elbows with both knees up and open, displaying her beautiful sex. The look she’s giving as I approach her is want, need, and desire. I can tell she wants me without delay. Her body is already responding to the thought of her greatest orgasm. Her heavy breaths. The slight quake of her thighs. Her body is calling to my base desires. But what will I do with all this want? Maya is a grown woman of 33 years. I have no doubt I’m the best sex she will ever have, but I also know that she’s not lying here bare to me just for sex.

I quickly strip to my silk black boxers and climb onto the bed. I end up kneeling between her open legs. I don’t want to start here, though. I want to take my time. I want anticipation to drive her out of her mind.

“Up on your knees, Maya,” I command. She immediately shifts her body to obey. I take a seat with my legs open wide enough for her to crawl closer to me between them. I gesture for her to come closer and my hands and tongue are immediately everywhere.

Her jaw.

Her neck.

Her breasts.

Her stomach.

The tops of her thighs.

I land my kisses everywhere. My hands spend an obscene amount of time caressing her ass.

“Adom,” she pants. She’s already so hot for me, but I refuse to speed up my exploration. I want her to explode from need. I grip the back of her neck and pull her head down into a strong kiss that my lips make soft. The grip on her neck is to control the tempo and angle of the kiss. I don’t want her to have any misunderstandings about who is giving who orgasms during this flight. The gentleness of my lips will remind her that we’re taking our time and making love 30,000 miles in the air. I lick her lips and gently drag my tongue around and inside her mouth. Her lips catch mine with a soft bite every time I encircle her lips. When I nibble on her chin, she lets out a soft moan and I know I’ve found an erogenous zone for her.

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