Page 26 of Possessing the Prince

“OK, but I do have one request.”

“Anything,” she quickly answers.

“No one is here but us. I have sent Christian away and the security detail is on the clock. I want you to cook for me wearing only the kente apron I have hanging in the pantry and the gold strappy heels you are wearing now.”

Abena blushes, which is a feat with her dark chocolate skin. “Senya. You’re so bad. Do you want me to take my thong off, too?”

Jesus. She’s wearing a thong. “No, please keep that on. I will go to my office to work, but when I walk back through, I want to see your beautiful naked ass bouncing as you cook. Will you do that for me?”

“With pleasure, Prince,” she answers and immediately starts to disrobe. Her eager obedience turns my cock into a steel beam. I’ve never seen this side of Abena. She’s always in charge and always in control. But with me now, she is wielding her power in a different way: by letting go and letting me lead. She knows that I know she can take control back anytime she wants to. But she is offering me the power she walks in every day. She wants to feel good. She wants to please me. And I want to give her the world.

I leave once the dress hits the floor. If I stay around; I will take her across this counter and never find out if she can really burn in the kitchen. She laughs at my back as I turn to leave and teases, “If you can’t take the heat, get your ass out the kitchen.”

I turn around and jog backward toward my office and retort with a wink, “You will eat those words, Precious.”

Once I reach my office, I take a seat behind my desk and get to work. I need to check on our accommodations in the Maldives and make sure a house staff has been secured. Though I love that Abena is cooking naked in my kitchen right now, I do not want her feeling the need to wait on me. From this day forward, a house staff will be at her disposal no matter where we are. I don’t like people, so I never required a staff. But now that I have a wife, things must change.

Once I get off the phone with my new personal concierge, I review security tapes of our Accra property. I need to close that house down, but before I do, I want to see what the staff has been up to. They could be spies for Chief Owusu or Apeagyei. At this point, no one is beyond suspicion until they are cleared. I go back to the day that Abena arrived and I attended the knocking with my brothers. Everything looks as it should until I notice two men lurking around the back of the mansion. Who the fuck is this? Thank God Abena stayed at her family’s compound when she arrived. With men lurking, who knows what could have happened.

The two men check windows and entrances before walking around to the front and knocking on the door. Our butler answers the door and chats with them for a moment. His face quickly looks like he has seen a ghost, and I see one of the men flash a gun at his waistband. Why didn’t NaNa tell me of this visit? The men leave as suddenly as they appear, and nothing more happens after that.

So these bastards thought they could case my home without consequences. They will soon learn that I am not to be fucked with. And neither is my wife. If the Apeagyeis want my wife, they will have to go through me, which will be very difficult because I am a man on fire.

I pick up my phone and call Christian, my right hand. He picks up on the first ring.

“Prince T’ogbe, I’m at your service.”

“Aye. Bring me the butler, NaNa Aborah, at once. When you arrive, enter through the underground bunker and wait for me there. I do not want Abena to know of this meeting. Don’t scare him, but make it clear that shit will go left really quick if he lies to me when I arrive.”

“It is done.”

“Good.”

Dinner

Abena

It feels good to cook again, and it is a double treat to cook for Senya. He’s done so much for me that I want to give back to him in ways that do not require me on my back. He only knows a two-dimensional version of me, but that is all I’ve wanted him to see. I know that he believes there is more to me, and that must be why he loves me. But now I want to introduce him to all of me. He’s gotten the British badass for years, and now he will get the Ashanti Gem that will make his world shine brighter.

One thing I’ve noticed is that he is neat and clean. Nothing in his kitchen was out of place. From first glance, it seems the rest of the house follows suit. Everything has a place and there is a place for everything. That is how I live, so I know we will get along fine there. I also love to clean; it is a stress reliever. I will keep his house spotless; I hope he does not hire a staff. My dream for this house would be that it becomes our home, just me and Senya. I do not and never have needed a house full of servants. Even when I lived at home growing up, I never let the staff clean my room. They knew better than to come into my space and touch anything.

My jollof rice is complete. What some see as a tedious meal to prepare, I find comforting. I gain a sense of satisfaction knowing that onions perfectly fried in oil serve as a base that will yield an incredible stew. Ashanti cooking is all about building the perfect stew. All of our stews are layered with flavors. But when you serve the final dish, it looks like a simple rice dish or soup. However, when it hits your mouth, the complexities burst on your tastebuds. Much like me, jollof takes time to get to know and perfect. But once you master it; it becomes the faithful center to any meal.

I call Senya in for dinner before I realize I'm still naked behind this apron. I wonder if we will get a chance to eat the meal with me dressed like this. Senya is insatiable, and I must admit my ass looks incredible in these heels. There will be no hanky until he tastes my food. I can't believe he tried to insinuate I can't cook. He underestimates me. His comments about me growing up with a cook serve as further proof that he doesn't know the real me.

Senya barrels out of his office with a wide toothy grin. “I am here, Precious, ready to taste the flavors cooking in your pot and the flavors between your gorgeous legs as well.”

I try to keep a poker face, but I end up smiling and giggling like a young girl. Senya makes me feel eighteen and wanted again.

“You are so naughty, Senya. Come on, let's eat.”

Senya sits at the island and I serve up some jollof on his plate along with a bowl of red pepper soup. I prepare myself some soup and take a sip first. It is perfection. Senya takes his first mouthful of soup and moans with gratitude. He looks up at me and winks before diving into his plate of rice. Soon one spoonful of rice becomes a shovel, and half the portion I've given him is gone before he comes up for air.

“Oyere,this food is divine.”

I smile at his use of the Twi word for wife. I am starting to feel like one, which is crazy.

“This may be the best jollof rice I've ever had. I’m including Akua’s in that equation, but don't ever tell her I said that. You have the right amount of spice and brightness. I like my food a little hot.”

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