05. To Date A King
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Murat ended the call and stood.
He was looking forward to spending the evening with Chanteel. Couldn't recall a time if he has ever been this excited about a woman.
Then again Chanteel wasn't just any woman and he's never felt like this before. Never had the experience of a crush and this was beginning to feel like one.
He was unable to stop the ridiculously big grin that splashed across his gorgeous face.
As he crossed the lavishly appointed hotel room to his bedroom and watched as his chief council stepped inside. He bowed low waiting to be acknowledged.
Murat frowned. Glaring at his advisor and confidant.
"What is it Ahsaif? " his tone was sharp reflecting his annoyance.
His Chief Council shifted nervously.
Murat sighed and folded his arms across his impressive chest. Ahsaif didn't approve nor did he like the way things were proceeding. In fact in the last three days since the meeting, Ahasif had made it his mission to try and convince his sovereign to take another course of action where Chanteel Banks was concerned.
Had he, Murat wanted to, there would've been nothing standing in his way from taking his son and heir and return to Zazaar. Chanteel Banks could threaten all she liked but once Beau was in Zazaar, she would never see him again. She would never step a foot on his land.
This has been done before and Murat knew Ahsaif meant well, after all, he wanted to secure Zazaar's future.
Still, it was a course that Murat wanted to avoid.
"Speak Ahsaif! " he snapped as the older man hesitated.
" May I speak freely My Magnificent?"
Murat scowled with impatience but gave his consent.
" I believe you're making a terrible mistake. That woman is unsuitable to mother my future King. The people of Zazaar will never accept her"
"My people are open-minded Ahsaif. You thought the same thing when I integrated modern technology within Zazaar. It took a while but eventually they' accepted "
" Yes. But that's different. You're considering returning to Zazaar with a woman who has little and no respect for you. "
Murat shooked his head. It wasn't that he felt Chanteel disrespected him. Far from it really. In fact, she treated him with open regard and spoke without fear. Something no other has ever attempted." Ms. Banks will learn our ways and come to respect them. She is an independent woman Ahsaif unlike the women of Zazaar, she doesn't know our ways "
Ahsaif sighed heavily.
" You admire her! "
It went further than that but Murat would keep that to himself.
" Ah. Can you blame me?. She practical slapped my face. She fascinates me". He admitted quite easily.
Rubbing his face his Council looked displeased, to say the least. Murat didn't fault him. Ahsaif was firm in his beliefs and customs. If it had been up to him Zazaar would be a place of sand and isolation. Murat had wanted the best for his people.
" This is a mistake. That woman can't be controlled."
"Enough Ahsaif! My decision has been made. Make the necessary arrangements. "
Surprise etched on the old man's face.
" She has agreed to come then? "
" Not yet but I'll convince her. " he turned to head to his room until Ahsaif spoke and his words stopped him.
" You intend to seduce her" Murat didn't like how his Council put it. And certainly not the way he said it. Slowly he faces him. One look at his face and Ahsaif felt uneasy. No matter how long he has served his King he would remember that this man held all power. Murat was known to be ruthless. Unforgiving and harsh.
Even cruel.
'Don't begin to presume to know what my intentions are." Murat spoke slowly.
Ahsaif bowed. " Yes, my King forgive me." Murat rubbed his temples feeling a headache coming on. As much as he tolerated Ahsaif wise council he wouldn't allow disrespect or allow anyone to make assumptions regarding him when he hasn't begun to do so himself. And he too remembers that his man has stood beside him far longer than any other. He trusted Ahsaif explicitly.
" And try to be civil to the woman. I want my son and the sooner she agrees to my demands the better for all of us" he entered his room and took a scolding cold shower.
And as for Chanteel Banks, he will deal with her as he saw fit.
Make no mistake about that. He always wins in the end.
An hour later the private elevator opened and he stepped out into the lobby. Heads turned, news had spread that a visiting royalty, was occupying the Royal suite at the Trump Tower. And every attempt had been made to discover which the Middle Eastern Kingdom it was. The name Zazaar had been whispered in awe as people waited for a glimpse of the King himself. A man legendary like no other.
Murat was surrounded by guards as he was ushered to the awaiting armored vehicle. Cameras flashed as the local media and paparazzi tried to capture him. His eyes golden and lethal as a lion's stared without emotion.
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Be polite.
Be patient
Be understanding
Submissive
Courteous
Don't argue, but reason.
Don't make eye contact
Don't speak unless given permission to do so.
Don't
Don't
Don't.....
Chanteel threw the damn list aside and rubbed her forehead. It was giving her a migraine trying to follow Stella's guidelines on proper protocol on receiving a king.
The only receiving he was likely to get was her fist to his perfect face.
Ahhhhh! She felt aggravated.
Who the hell comes up with these things anyway? It was like they were dealing with sheep.
Willing to die without a fight.
Chanteel wasn't a sheep.
Her people had been sheep for four hundred years to afford her this privilege.
She sighed staring out the window was her driver Matthew took her to Massellio's the most talked about restaurant in New York City. Celebrities and top tycoons frequent the establishment that had five-star ratings. A waste really from her point of view. She was more comfortable cooking in her own kitchen than eating overpriced food.
But hey if Mr. Desert King want to flaunt his wealth who was she to complain? At least she would get a free meal and drink some two thousand dollar wine in the process.
She glanced at her watch. She was late. It hadn't been intentional, Beau had been extra fussy tonight and had managed to fall asleep as she left. His nanny Patience had her on speed dial just in case.
Matthew pulled along the curb, a growl escaped Chanteel as she watched in disgust the line of paparazzi behind a barricade. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out who was the cause of this excitement.
Damn his man!
He was ruining everything. Why couldn't he just go back to his damn palace?
"Thanks, Matthew, "Chanteel said as she got out on the carpet. He waved and drove off leaving her in a glare of flashing lights.
Whispers followed. People speculated.
Was she a model, an actress?
Eventually, they got it right.
Chanteel Banks big-time lawyer, daughter of prominent businessman Vincent Banks and Lysette Warwood Banks.
Whatever.
She walked into the restaurant and from the look of the man that hurried over things were not it's usual self.
For one the robed guard by the door was telling. There were several in the place. Doors and passages leading to the upper VIP tables were littered with them. Mean-faced, unsmiling and armed.
" Ms. Banks, Good evening, "he said in a perfect Italian accent. She smiled and let him lead the way.
Heads did turn as she passed. She was used to it by now. But tonight there was an Awe to it. Maybe it was her gold Alexander McQueen dress that fitted her skin, making it appear that she and cloth was one. Her long hair was piled in a chic sophisticated twist baring her neckwear emeralds dangle. Her shoes were Louboutin.
Chanteel looked every inch a woman who was born to be recognized. 'Love your dress hon" she smiled as superstar Beyoncé and her husband Jay Z walked passed. "Thank you'
The armed Zazaari in flowing white robes escorted her up a flight of steps and she had to admit it was spectacular.
Then again who had the wealth and power to get what he wants? A king.
The entire floor had been cleared of all tables save one. The ambiance was pure opulence and beauty that it intimidated her. A little.
Then she saw him and it doubled.
No tripled.
The Lion of Zazaar stood facing her in proud splendor. His tall lithe but muscular body impeccable attired in a dark suit that has been clear cut to mold his body. His golden eyes were piercing into her soul. She burned, yes her body felt alive and warm.
It was dangerous. She had to remember that this man was the enemy.
"You're an hour late! "he snapped.
Yeah, the enemy!
Screw protocol!
" My son found it difficult to sleep tonight My Magnificent. I apologize if my tardiness was an inconvenience to you "
He stood like a stone. A gorgeous manly stone. Murat was reeling from the sight of her. God, she was beautiful. And he wanted her more than ever.
Then he sighed and indicated she come and sit. She did so.
" Why was he difficult?' Murat asked still standing at her side. Another time and another woman she would've been the standing until he said otherwise.
"It's the first night I will be away from him. I believe he sensed that "
He sighed again and took his seat.
Okay then. She thought. That's his way of apologizing.
He nods at the hovering Italian and she watched as a waiter approached with a bottle wine. Upon hearing the name she nearly swallowed her tongue.
A fifty thousand dollar bottle of wine!
She nearly swallowed her tongue!
And it tasted just was expensive. Dinner was a flow of flawless perfection and Italian delicacies. Every course was the chefs signature. She eats and enjoyed every bite totally aware of the man seated across the table.
After dessert was carted away she leaned back playing with her second glass of wine. Murat met and held her gaze. Neither could deny that they're attracted to each other. The s****l tension between them was so thick a knife couldn't cut it.
He wanted her.
And she wanted him.
But neither was willing to lose this unspoken battle that trapped them.
"So is this what it's like to date a king?"
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