The Sheikh King's Chosen queen

12: Trouble

Zarif reluctantly called the airport. The next flight was the following morning at nine am. He informed Chanteel who was shoving clothes into her bags. Ever so often she would let loose a colorful array of curses that shocked him. She had the mouth of a sailor.

Zarif believed she was making a terrible mistake. Maybe if she gave the king a chance of explaining she would understand.

Zarif didn't know all the details of the marriage arrangements made between the king's Council and the sheik but clearly, it was a business arrangement. Jupur has always been a hostile territory causing warfare to break out amongst the small Bedouin tribes living in the desert. The sheik of Jupur controlled a lot of lands and ruled over sever tribes which he gained through the marriage of his sons and daughters. Others by bloodshed.

It's been years since an all-out war was declared but lately, relations had begun to deteriorate. The sheik controlled a massive source of water that the tribes needed. He had leverage and control.

And the council wanted to unite the tribes and bring the sheik to heel without bloodshed. Marriage between the king and the sheik's daughter was the most logical route.

Zarif didn't wish to be in the king's position. On one side was a power hungry sheik and a gang of cutthroat Councilmen and in the other corner was a pissed off, very angry black woman.

It wasn't a pretty sight and it would lead to bloodshed.

Zarif hesitates, looking at Chanteel as she stomped her feet trying to close a large Louis Vuitton suitcase that had clothes spilling out of it. He liked her and admired her. He also knew she was the perfect woman to rule Zazaar beside king Murat. She just had to wait. If she left Zazaar all would be lost. He turned away and took his phone out, one tab and a ring later it was answered.

"She is leaving. There was an altercation with Talia" the person on the other end was angry at the news. "The flight leaves at nine".

"Make sure she isn't on it! "

Zarif sighed. How was he going to manage that?

Short of restraining her that is?

Could he?

Finally!

Chanteel thought to close the case. She grabbed her bags and pulled them by the door. First thing tomorrow she was leaving.

It was getting too crazy around here.

"Damn you, Murat!"

She knew he was trouble the moment she saw him. No one could be that gorgeous and not be the devil himself.

Arrogant son of a b***h. He must be crazy to believe she would ever consider marrying him while he marries another woman.

He better learn quick cause Chanteel Banks never share.

And with little ratchet ass girl to make matters worse. So he was a liar, manipulator and a pedophile.

Shaking her head she walked into the sitting, Zarif looked exhausted and she felt sorry for him.

Briefly!

She was the one wronged here. And no one seemed to give a damn.

"You can leave now. Just be back in time to take me to the airport". She told him. He sighed and stood.

"Maybe you should wait. Perhaps the king can explain "

" There is nothing to explain. I made a mistake thinking I can trust someone who has done nothing but manipulate me from the start.

Be back in time to take me to the airport" she snapped at him.

People across here was crazy. Damn!

He left and she went to find her son. She brought him back with her and laid him on her bed. He fell asleep after she read him a story. Chanteel showered and went to find some water. Climbing back in bed she watched her son and soon fell asleep.

**************

She didn't know what it was but something woke her. Sitting up she watched Beauty, he was sound asleep. The room was silent and yet she thought she heard something. Like footfalls against the marble tiles.

Chanteel stood and used the bathroom before returning to bed. She peeped into the sitting room and saw nothing out of the ordinary. Not a sound.

Chanteel settled in bed again and paused to take a sip of water that sat on the nightstand, before going back to sleep.

Voices woke up the next time. She groaned and tried to open her eyes but damn her lids felt like stone.

Wait... her whole head felt heavy. Like she had a hangover.

Groaning she tried to speak but her throat felt dry and she felt too weak.

What the hell was happening to her?

"This isn't right." a voice said close by. She tried to roll towards it, but nothing. She really began to panic then. Why couldn't she move?

She tried screaming maybe she was dreaming. Maybe if she tried harder she will wake up because this s**t wasn't funny.

"f**k. What's happening to her?" another voice said. Shoveling and movements, she heard.

"Don't know. How much of the sedative did you give her? "

" Not much. I put it in her water"

What!

"Let's hope it wears off soon. The king is expected back any day now"

Chanteel wanted to kill someone! Did Murat do this? Son of a b***h!

She couldn't get up and fighting just made her feel weaker. The only thing that felt real was sleep.

No! Don't fall asleep!

She shouted as she fell asleep.

Chanteel jumped out of bed and raced to the bathroom, puking and crying as her stomach emptied its contents. Her body trembled and she felt weak. She felt disoriented but remembered everything. Someone had given her a sedative. She walked back out to the bedroom. Beau was gone.

Rage filled her core. She showered and dressed and shoved he's and Beau's passports and essentials in her Prada tote.

The rest Murat can keep and shove up his...

She snatched up her phone shocked to see that it was 1:33 in the evening. Three days later.

Shaking, and fearful for her life she dialed a number.

"Chanteel Banks what an unexpected surprise! " said Dodi Kamel AL Haam Khalifa the Prince of Mecca.

" Dodi I need your help! " she said and there was a pause. Clearly, she had shocked the playboy.

" Who the f**k is this and why do you have Chanteel's phone! "Dodi roared. Chanteel couldn't help but giggle. She could see the handsome devil right now ready to kick ass. She and Dodi had a history. They had dated while she had worked for his uncle the Emir. Nothing had come out of it, but they remained friends.

Dodi knew her well enough to know she never asked for help.

"It's me, Kamel," she said using his middle name which he hated.

"Chanteel what's wrong? " she explained about Beau and coming to Zazaar. And her desperation to leave.

" What! You are in Zazaar and someone is trying to kill you? "

" They drug me. I have been asleep for three days"

"This isn't like something Murat will do or condone no matter how desperate he is,". Dodi said on the phone. She was sick of people telling her what that bastard would do or wouldn't do.

"And how do you know. He is a controlling son of a b***h"

"Murat and I have been friends for many years Telli, he is known to be ruthless but I have no reason to believe he would hurt you this way, the mother of his child".

"Enough about him. Come get me! "

" Very well Telli. I will call you back"

"And how many times have I told you not to call me that! " she snapped at him. He laughed and hung up. She waited, not wanting to alarm anyone that she was up and planning her escape. Who really knew what they would do next.

She counted on Dodi. He was one of her closest and most trusted friends. Too bad he was friends with that backstabbing snake Murat.

Her phone rang half an hour later. It's Dodi. "ETA in thirty minutes. Saad will be waiting at the entrance".

He hung up.

See?

That's why she could rely on Dodi he has never let her down yet.

Thirty minutes wasn't much time, which meant he had been close by in the Emirates.

Ah! The luxury of being an international jet setter.

She picked up her tote and the Ipad. Logging on into the palace database she pulled up the floor plan of the harem. As expected there's a ground floor garage. Also manned security but she would deal with that eventually.

She entered into the elevator and thanked small mercies that it's private and she can change its codes. Which she did locking it as she traveled to the nursery.

Fuck you, Murat!

Your own technology was working against you.

Chanteel stepped out of the elevator in the nursery wing and headed for Beau. She smiled and waved keeping up appearance. Getting to Beau's room she found Fatima playing with him. The girl was laughing and so was Beau. Chanteel walked in. "How is he?".If Fatima was surprised to see her she didn't show it. In fact, she didn't seem a bit curious as to why her charge's mother who normally visited him twice a day hadn't been seen in days.

What story had been made up? Chanteel wondered, stooping down next to her son. " he is awesome. The best baby in the world". Fatima exclaimed giggling. Chanteel saw that she meant it.

"Hey, Fatima do you have a car?". she asked.

" Yes. All Palace staff receives one upon being hired" she explained.

"Really. That's cool" Yeah would be even nicer if your king wasn't such a d**k.

"I planned to go site seeing with Zarif but he is busy. Mind taking me?". The girl's face lit up. Chanteel felt a little bad for lying to the girl.

But what the heck. Desperate times and all that s**t.

" Come on. Wait till you see the city of Quarm Sahd it's beautiful" Fatima said leading the way. Chanteel followed holding Beau and keeping her attention peeled for any sight of security. She knew they were everywhere even if she couldn't see them.

Fatima kept talking about all the attractions Zazaar had to offer. Aside from the occasional really, and oh, Chanteel said nothing just hurried along until they reach the garage.

Fatima drove an SUV parked in the staff garage. They got in and headed out to the palace.

Chanteel took a breath of relief as they headed towards the gates. Security waved them through just as an alarm went off.

They realized she was gone!

Fatima looked back worried. "Just keep driving it's possibly nothing," she told the younger girl who nodded and kept driving towards the city.

***********

His Royal Highness Prince Dodi of Mecca stared at the approaching city and never under any circumstances would have believed he would be rescuing Chanteel Banks of all persons.

He and Chanteel met six years ago when she had been hired as an international liaison for his uncle the Emir. His uncle was a ruthless and high demanding man who wanted the best which of course Chanteel was. The moment Dodi had met her he had been hooked. He has had his share of beautiful women but something about Chanteel made all other women pale in comparison. For six months he wooed her. Pull out all stops when it came to seducing her into his bed.

She had walked away with a piece of his heart and hadn't seen his bed. Dodi had felt enraged by the rejection, even fascinated that a woman could walkway from all he was willing to give. He had been hurt and humiliated by her until he received the call.

Never had he expected it but Ottoman Acassi wasn't a man who got his information wrong. After all, the man was a tycoon and legend in the shipping world as well as a billionaire. Yet he too had dated Chanteel briefly and had also lost his heart to her, as well as several distinguished men Dodi knew. All spoke highly of Chanteel and loved her. Felt protective of her. And they would keep her secret.

After Chanteel's call, he had called Otto who immediately had Nikolai and Talis all of whom were of the Billionaire Brother Club, a club that began six years ago due to Chanteel, not that she was aware. The men in the club had several similarities. They were all billionaires, dominants and have all dated and been left heartbroken by Chanteel Banks.

As his private jet prepared for landing Dodi recalled the conversation that transpired minutes ago. Luckily he had managed to convince his brothers that descending upon Zazaar was a terrible idea. Each man wanted to rescue Chanteel.

The conversation via video teleconferencing.

Ottoman Acassi. Location private Island Acalikonia, Greece.

Nikolai Angeloski Brava. Location Penthouse, Prague.

Talis Trust. Location Trust Towers New York City.

Prince Dodi. Location. Enroute to Majestic Zazaar .

" Why did she call you? "Nikolai Angleoski Brava asked with a frown on his handsome face. He was Russian, blond and had captivating black eyes.

" Perhaps I was closer". replied the prince.

"It doesn't whom she called but why. Now explain to me why Chanteel is in Zazaar" this was said by Talis Trust who spoke from his New York City head office.

Dodi relayed the conversation he had with Chanteel as best as he could smiling as he watched his friends expressions. Nikolai cursed in Russian, Talis stared with his mouth open in shock and Otto stroked his chin hair which he had grown out, further enhancing his rare Greek masculinity.

It was surprising after all that the headstrong, opinionated woman they knew very well would find her self in such a predicament.

Then again wasn't it just like Chanteel to get into trouble?

"Wait. Isn't Zazaar that country your friend Mustafa rules?". Nikolai asked Dodi.

" His name is Murat" he corrected, Nikolai simply shrugged his massive shoulders. "And you're correct he is king of Zazaar".

"What has Chanteel gotten herself into now?". Talis said almost to himself.

" Were any of you aware that Chanteel had a son?". Otto asked.

" A what!". both Talis and Nikolai shouted.

" A son. I only learn of him today". replied the prince.

" But how can this be?". Nikolai wanted to know. " I just saw her not more than a year ago and the report said she wasn't dating anyone". He smirked at the admission.

" Not since James Leway".

" Who the hell is James Lemay?". Dodi asked, still smiling, wondering if his friends knew how creepy they were being. Nikolai still kept tabs on Chanteel, and he knew so did Otto. He prayed for their souls that Chanteel didn't discover any of it.

"That ass?".Talis grumbled with displeasure

Nikolai agreed and nod his blond head. "I still can't believe she dated him."

"Sad but true. And he walked out three months in. He is now married with a kid".

" Who is he?"

"The ass". Talis hissed.

"Who the f**k is he? "Dodi shouted for some explanation.

" Some punk ass nigga Lysette hooked up Telli with". Talis told him.

"Did Telli know this? ".

" Doubtful. We all know how "The witch" likes to meddle in Telli's life".

The witch was how they called Lysette Banks Chanteel's mother. The woman was a major pain in the ass and have always pressured Chanteel to settle down with a family.

Little did she know of Chanteel's secret.

" Hmm, Chanteel had a baby and didn't even call me up to be godfather "Talis laughed." All that undercover sneaky s**t is how Chanteel Banks operates".

"Undercover and sneaky is the least of it. She got pregnant through a fertility clinic ".Otto announced.

Silence.

Then simultaneously.

Nikolai" What? "

Talis. " f**k!"

Dodi. "She didn't!"

" She did" Otto chuckled. " Murat is the lucky bastard".

"Lucky? Unfortunate is the correct word. I don't know if I should applaud him or to send my condolences "Nikolai said shaking his head.

" Hold up? "Talis snapped his fingers as it occurred to him." Was it a clinic in London?". He asked Ottoman.

" Yes, that's what the report said. Why? " he replied.

" Because I am certain that it was the same clinic that was sued and shut down. Apparently, some big shot's sperm got mixed up amongst the regulars"

"It's the protocol that we royals store our seeds. I believe for Murat its the law. And if it's him I can see him having that clinic shut down ". Dodi spoke with worry. Now it all made sense the trouble Chanteel has found herself in.

" I have dealt with Murat on numerous occasion in business and he didn't strike me as a man who would sedate a woman to get what he wants". Otto pointed out.

Dodi agreed. "Neither would he authorize it. Either way, Telli is pissed as hell and wants to leave Zazaar".

"That isn't good. A pissed of Chanteel Banks is the equivalent of a category 5 hurricane " Nikolai joked.

" In six-inch Jimmy Choos ".added Talis.

" Either way I can't help feeling bad for the suckered. You all know that Telli is trouble ".

" Isn't that why we love her? ". Otto remarked. And they did, after all, she was an amazing woman, with a big heart of gold, her don't-f**k-with-me attitude and style. She had impacted their lives somehow, one one way or another. Hadn't she represented Otto when his name and reputation had been shredded by false accusations, pointing at him for the murder of his ex-girlfriend supermodel Tina Mac.

She had also flown to Moscow to help Nikolai fight against the old and powerful Brava clan in order to claim his inheritance Brava Industries the world's largest steel and mineral conglomerate. Plus she and Talis had dated back in college and remained friends since. They all wanted her to be happy, even if it wasn't going to be them to do so.

"Dodi call Murat and get his side of things. He has a son with her and if I were in his position I would do anything to keep her" Otto said.

"Holler if you need reinforcement, "Talis said before cutting the connection.

" And tell Chanteel she has some explaining to do," Nikolai said seriously.

Dodi turned to his right hand Saad as the jet taxied down the runway before coming to a stop. "Wait for her at the entrance. Any sign of trouble, call me". He instructed and his phone rang. It was Murat.