Page 29 of Choosing the Chief

“A kente. Why?”

“Because it is a Monday at noon and you are dressed like you are about to pour libations at a ceremony. You are royalty. You don’t wear kente everywhere. It should be worn with the same reverence and discretion with which one wears a tuxedo.”

He eyes me carefully before leaning back and crossing one leg over his knee.

“What the hell do you know about it? You’re not even Ashanti. You think you know more about how I should conduct myself as chief than I do?”

His harsh words do not deter me. “In this case I do know better. I swear you and Ella never listen to me. It’s like my Ph.D. in African studies means nothing to you. I’m just Maya, the model with demons. Well, guess what? I’mDoctorMaya Taylor, the professor with answers. You, sir, are walking around Tafo with a kente-covered chip on your shoulder looking like a fool. You really should not even be in kente until your official installation. Fix that!”

His eyes go wide. “Me? A fool?! Who the hell are you talking to that way?”

“I am talking to you, Adom. I am proud of you. You have taken on a big responsibility in service to your family and the community. However, it’s my job to make sure you take care of yourself. You are trying to prove you are good enough to be chief when the proof will come in the pudding. The pudding is not elaborate kente cloths or weighing in on silly village squabbles. The pudding is transforming your village through education and commerce! You’re working with Ella on education, and you’re an expert in commerce. So please, send for more suits and start having meetings with food and science firms about sourcing their cocoa from Tafo!”

Adom leans over the dining room table and rubs his forehead. He starts to shake his head back and forth until I hear a small chuckle. The chuckle gradually gets louder, until he sits up in a full laugh. Tears start to form at the corner of his eyes. “You’re right.” He lifts his hands and shrugs his shoulders. “You are absolutely right. I look like a damn fool.”

I join in with his laughter. It is pretty funny.

He gathers himself and stops laughing before he speaks. “Maya, I feel like such a fraud. It has been a long time since I was out of my depth. It’s been even longer since I have lived in Ghana! I think it shows…” He scrunches his nose and pulls his index finger and thumb in front of his face to measure an inch. “…about this much.”

I shake my head. “It definitely shows, much more than a little. But trust me, the people don’t care. They love your family and they wanted an Asante in that seat. They are glad to have you, and in time, if you focus on your strengths, they will realize how blessed they are, too.”

“HA!” Adom shouts and abruptly stands from his chair. “I wish it were that simple. They are literally laughing at me, Maya. When I went to squash the flash war…” He uses air quotes to emphasize the silliness of the vendetta, “…I swear the whole street was laughing at me as I left. It was likely a setup just to make me look silly. I’m quickly becoming nothing more than village entertainment.”

I arch one eyebrow and cross my arms. “Well, did you swing your mighty kente cloth behind you like a cape when you exited? You need to stop running around town like the Kente Crusader.” I bust into a laugh.

He looks at me wide eyed, wondering how I can joke at a time like this. I stare him down. He sees it my way and rushes over to kiss my forehead and pinch my nose. “Are you laughing at me, princess!” He picks me up from my chair and pulls me into his body. “I need your empathy. This is hard.”

I push in as close as I can to his body. I miss him. I miss his smell at night and his strong hands. I gyrate my hips ever so slightly and feel his erection come alive. I lean my head up and whisper in his ear. “The only thing hard is what’s pressed against my thigh right now.”

He groans. “I’m trying to be serious and you want to be naughty with that dirty mouth of yours.”

“Umm hmm. Maybe you should put something in my mouth to remind me how to talk to the chief?” I grab his rock-hard ass playfully to drive my point home. He pulls back and looks me in my eye.

“Princess, I have just the thing.” He pulls away from me completely and looks at me, then down to his dick before returning his eyes to mine. He strokes his dick beneath the cloth. “But you know you need to put your tiara on first. You can’t blow royalty without being properly dressed.”

I come closer to him and slap his hand away from his crotch. I grab his dick and pick up where he left off. “And what, pray tell, is the proper attire to devour this delicious dick.” I start to move his kente from his shoulder.I want him naked now.I’m going to suck him dry until he forgets every laugh or sneer he thinks he hears in the village. I’m going to do it right in this elaborate dining room, on my knees. I start to apply pressure as he unties his kente. His eyes are two black pools of lust.

“Nothing, but that fucking tiara,” he grumbles. “Where is it?”

I drop his dick and turn to the chair I was sitting on. The chair next to it discreetly held my tiara. I knew I would need it. Next I take all my clothes off as he does the same. I put the tiara on and lift a leg up on one chair, spreading my legs wide so he can see all of me. I hear him growl.

He takes the rest of his undergarments off and strokes my inviting pussy. I moisten immediately. I throw my head back as he rubs my clit. “Fuck, Maya! Look how quickly you got wet for your chief. Your pussy is so perfect.”

I look down at him and drag my finger through my own juices. I quickly pull my leg down and he starts to protest, but I use my wet finger to silence his lips. He takes the finger in his mouth and licks me clean. I smirk before pushing chairs out of the way and dropping to my knees.Marble floors be damned.My mouth will chase all my man’s blues away. I take his dick in my mouth and swallow him to the back of my throat without hesitation.

He throws his head back and moans as I eye him closely. Finally, his gaze comes back to mine. I continue to suck him up and down the length of his shaft, ending each time at the back of my throat. He guides me with his hand at the back of my head. This is not a time for tricks. I do not care to lick and tease. I want him to come hard in my mouth—quickly. I need to feel him inside of me. I take him to the back of my throat one final time, and when he tries to pull out, I grab the back of his thighs and bob up and down using my throat only. Immediately his hot passion spills down my throat. I lick my chief clean.

Once he comes down from his high, he stands me up and hugs me tight. I feel like I might break under the weight of his bulging arms.

“Thank you.”

I wink at him and take his hand. I lead him toward the dining room exit and he blindly follows. As we step over our discarded clothes, I look back at him.

“Adom, you are about to show me just how thankful you are all day long.”

Chapter Eighteen

Explosion

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