The Sheikh King's Chosen queen

Chanteel Banks Blushes

"What?"

Her voice was strained. Chanteel shooked her head clearly denying it.

But seriously!

Dodi took Beau out of her arms, and lead the way to the lavish seating area.

"Sit down Chanteel". He pointed to the sofa opposite of him.

She sat and dried her face.

Gosh, talk about embarrassing. She sighed heavily.

"Do you love him? ". the Prince asked. His dark eyes sharp on her. Watching, assessing, judging.

Chanteel shifts uncomfortably in her seat.

" It's not that simple Dodi! "she told him stressing.

" Nothing is simple when you've involved Chanteel Banks," the Prince told her. "You're a complicated woman, but I already know that. Do you love him?".

He wasn't going to ease up his inquiry, not until he got the answers he sort. Chanteel knew he would demand and eventually drag the truth out of her.

"I like him. He challenges me, but love is going too far".

"I don't believe that ". At that, she watched him and frowned.

" Like I said I know you". Dodi continued. "There's no way, Murat could've made you leave your home, your firm and life to come here. Not unless you felt he was worth the sacrifice. And don't insult me by claiming you did it for Beau because you're crafty enough to construct an ironclad visitation contact where you both can have him".

Chanteel continued to glare at him.

"Who the hell are you and what have you done with my Dodi? ".she grumbled but the jet sitting playboy merely laughed. Whose side was he on anyway?

OK OK.

So maybe she'd caught feelings for Murat but love? It was stretching things a bit.

Wasn't it?

" So my next question is. Do you really want to leave? " Dodi bounced Beau on his knees as the little prince stared up at him curiously.

Chanteel watched them interact with a smile on her face. Dodi grinned." Kids love me. I've a dozen nieces and nephews " he said boasting. Then he wiggled a finger at her." Let's not change the subject. Answer the question!".

Seeing that she had no other choice Chanteel said." No". And she really didn't. She wanted Murat but he only saw her as a means to an end. She will never live like that. "But it isn't that simple, I don't have a choice". She went on to explain the situation about Murat wanting to marry her and the princess. Dodi shooked his head.

"He is a fool". He told her and she agreed. "Yet you must understand where he is at. From his perspective. Murat isn't just a typical man". Now she rolled her eyes. Yeah, you don't have to remain me. She thought dryly.

"He isn't just royalty but a freaking king. Born and groomed for the role and it's ingrained within him to serve his people". She folded her arms across her chest. This was making her feel damn guilty already. Remembering how gutted and fed up Murat looked a while ago made her feel bloody worse.

There's no way to ignore it now as Dodi hammered the truth.

" He lives for his people. To him, country comes first above all else and he will make every sacrifice in order to do that. Even if it means marrying a woman he doesn't want".

"Who says he doesn't want her?".

" Come on Chanteel! You are smarter than this. I have known him since we're kids. We grew up together, we played and...". He whispered now shielding Beau's ears." f****d around the world together". She smiled glad he remembered Beau when sometimes it was easy to forget when speaking. She had the same problems and especially knowing how bad her mouth was.

Saad came then quickly as Dodi signaled and held his arms out towards Beau who looked at the black giant without a shred of fear. He climbed away from Dodi and Saad took him away speaking in Arabic heading to the pantry. Dodi smiled. "Don't worry Saad may look big and mean, and he is but he loves children". That she already knew after meeting his family while she had been in Mecca. "How many does he have now? The last time I recall it was a double digit".

"Thirteen right now. And his wife is carrying again ". Seeing her wide eyed shock Dodi laughed.

" He likes kids"

"Maybe that's not the only thing he likes. I feel sorry for his wife".

"Don't be, she is a wonderful mother. I doubt they will stop at fourteen". She felt the same way.

" Now back to the issue at hand. Murat wouldn't choose Talia even if she was the last woman on earth and presented before him naked and wrapped in a bow. A man of Murat's calibre and reputation would demand to have a woman who is an equal to him. Talia is a little spoiled girl, a child to his experience and maturity. He has to marry her in order to protect the tribes. Her father is a f*****g lunatic. For years Murat has attempted to get the man to end the war fare among the tribes but nothing appease the sheikh. He wants his daughter on the throne. He wants power and a seat among The Elder Council. If Murat doesn't marry her, her father will no doubt strike against the tribes which no one wants especially Murat".

Chanteel hadn't known any of this. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. And it all seemed much worse now, knowing she had acted too hastily.

"I didn't know ". She said.

" I can tell you didn't. Look Chanteel I am not telling you to marry him. You don't deserve to be any man's second or first wife, but his only. Yet if you have an ounce of love for him, you need to go after him".

"I guess you're right. I can't be second. I never thought about what all this would do for Murat. But I want him, so I will go back". She admitted to him.

He nod his head looking at her curiously. Dodi stroked his full bearded chin and smiled. Chanteel frowned catching his sheepish look. "What?". She asked.

" I take that you are, able to..ah... you know....hmmmmmm? ". She stared confused for a minute until recognition dawned and her face turned a shade of rosy red. Dodi threw back his head and roared with laughter much to her humiliation.

" What the f**k Dodi! This isn't the time nor the place". She snapped at him. He just kept laughing.

She blushed and couldn't stop it. After all, it was a sensitive and embarrassing subject for her. And Dodi was one of the few men in her past that she failed to be intimate with.

" This is f*****g fantastic!" the Arabian Prince had tears of merit in his dark ebony eyes. He pointed a finger at her accusingly.

"The Great Chanteel Banks blushing like a school girl" . Dodi chuckled unperturbed by her fuming glares she was throwing his way. " I never thought I'd see this day".

Chuckling he dried his tear stained cheeks and grinned mischievously before saying.

"Damn ! Wait till the Brotherhood learn of this". He was laughing again and failed to recognize his error. Chanteel however didn't.

She eyed him.

"Brotherhood? "

He sat up straighter and frozed .

Shit!

Dodi thought realizing his mistake.

Her eyes become hard emerald stones. Cold and sharp.

Shit. s**t!

" What are you talking about? ". Chanteel asked voice becoming flat breaking no mistake that she would kick ass if he lied her. Dodi sighed. Telling her would no doubt freak her out but it's better than having his face punched in like she did to Nikolai after he pissed her off one time. Hell he cringed at the memory, still hearing the sound of her fist connecting to the gorgeous Russian playboy's jaw, just before it cracked.

Nope. He loved his gorgeous face too much to have her damage it with that left hook.

" It's nothing really. Just a group Otto started up".

"Acassi is involved in this? Who else and why would anyone care if I was able to have s*x Dodi! "

He grew nervous. She was going to cut his balls off.

" Trust and Brava". He informed her quickly. She was going to kick their asses.

Chanteel frozed.

What the hell!

Dodi, Otto, Nikolai and Talis?

In a group together?

And it's called The Brotherhood?

She wanted to laugh. But didnt.

This wasn't good.

Not one bit.

Shit.

And knowing those sons of bitches it was no coincidence, since they all happened to be her exes. And she doubted it had anything to do with their individual empires.

No this wasn't good.

Not good at all.

"I really don't want to know". Chanteel said shaking her head sadly. She almost feared finding out what they were up to.

Were they keeping tabs on her?

Having her followed...... Talking about her issues?

Ah!

She so didn't want to think about it. She was already damn embarrassed that she was broken somehow and a failure as a woman.

Come now Chanteel don't ya think ya being too hard on yourself?

Really?

How else was she to feel if not a freaking failure? These men were sort after around the world by women everywhere. They were sexy, drop dead gorgeous and lacked in nothing. Yet somehow she'd been unable to become aroused by each and every one of them. No amount of touching or kissing had worked.

Otto had even went as far as to hire a specialist to help her. For months the simulations and therapy hadn't worked. It had been a blow cause she had liked Ottoman and he packed some serious equipment. If you get the drift.

They had dated for months but nothing made her feel more insecure as a woman who couldn't become turned on. So she had left despite his arguments. Knowing Otto he would've stayed with her but how can she even contemplate staying knowing she was unable to make love to her man?

Chanteel sighed and Dodi forced a weak smile. "I think it's mind over the physical". He told her.

" Ottoman come up with this theory that maybe you needed a deeper connection with your lover in order to be aroused".

So they were talking about her. Perhaps even exchanging notes?

Sighing she answered Dodi.

" But I loved him. I loved all of you!". She declared.

He nodded.

" It's not the same emotions you feel towards Murat though". He said in reply.

Tears slipt down her cheeks.

Shaking her head as she confirmed. " What's makes him so different? I mean he is wealthy, powerful, handsome but so are we. So why him and not us?"

"I don't know!". Chanteel cried.

"You're lying! "Dodi snapped matter factly." Deep down you know the reason why he can have you and I can't "

Dodi frowned. He realized that he was angry. Disappointed and green with jealousy. Yet he couldn't blame her. She had no control over it but that didn't mean it hurt any less. He wanted all of her. Willingly.

" I deserve to know. Don't you think so? "

" I can't explain it. I swear. The moment I saw him, he had his back turned to me and I felt this kick in my gut". She spoke with a tremor in her voice. Her heart pounded loudly.

Chanteel closed her eyes remembering the odd sensation that day. The day she came face to face with Murat. The day everything changed and her life was knocked upside down. Slowly it was tilting towards it's equilibrium. All gravitating and centering around him.

" It was hot, burning like and wet. Painful and sweet. For the first time in my life I understood physical desire". She announced. " I don't know how, or why but it happened. And when we kissed for time, I wanted to peel his skin off and hold on until I combust. Everything shifted, but it was as it should be. Perfect. And it felt so f*****g good".

Slowly her eyes opened and met Dodi's intense ones. ' And you've never felt that way for me? "

" No"

"f**k Chanteel! " he spat. He is ego took a beating

" I am sorry". She desperately wanted him to understand. But how would he when she herself couldn't even begin to comprehend it.

She never wanted to hurt Dodi or anyone else for that matter. Yet she had.

"It's not your fault. It's fate. Clearly, he is meant for you. I mean how coincidental is that you became impregnated by a stranger's sperm only to discover,

that this same man is the only man able to arouse you".

" I don't know what to say ".

" Say that you're foolish. You knew this and yet you were willing to leave. I wish you all the happiness in life. Sad to say I wanted to be the man to give it to you ". And she knew he meant it. Did the others felt the same way?

" And Otto and rest. Do they hate me?"

He laughed bitterly. " We don't hate you. We love you but we also know we can't give you what he can. It sucks but he's clearly the better man".

He didn't need elaborate. She understood. Murat made her feel things no other man had been able to. Fate or not it wasn't going to change even if she ran.

" I should be..... "she began but was interrupted by a commotion at the end of the plane.

" What's this? "

Dodi stood as several Zazaari guards walked in. Saad appeared followed by the pilot who carried Beau. Chanteel cursed seeing who lead the intruding party.

Hurring down the aisle like a man on a mission as the King of Zazaar's chief Council, Ahasif bin Carasi.

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