The Story of Us

A Lonely Night

A lonely night, baby girl I loved you on a lonely night, oh

It was the only time and if I led you on then I apologize, oh

Whore! T'Challa. Before he met Maya. Based on the song by the Weeknd 

Throbbing in his head from the heavy drinking woke Prince T'Challa up along with the stream of sunlight piercing through drawn curtains.

Hesitantly opening his eyes, he winced and started again- taking in his surroundings. "Bast." The room was a mess but the room wasn't his. Jumping up, he noticed the bare brown back slightly rising up and down next to him.

He got up with a quickness and shuffled around to find his clothes and he hurriedly walked out of the room but bumped into a solid figure.

"Oh Bast, Commander."

His long-time friend and personal guard looked him up and down and rolled her eyes, "You keep involving yourself in these random flings." She turned and walked as he followed, "I am a grown man."

"A grown man with responsibilities. Speaking of responsibilities-"

T'Challa scoffed, "I am no idiot, Okoye. I know how to put a condom on, even in my drunkest state."

The Prince had to be extremely careful when it came to physical intimacy. Not only was he a Prince, but he was the richest Prince in the world and anyone would marvel at the opportunity to bare his child and take his assets. And just as extra precaution he even had a vasectomy.

Walking in silence, T'Challa could feel Okoye stealing glances and silently judging him. "Do you have something you wish to say, Commander?"

"Not a word. You have a meeting soon, so you should probably get cleaned up." Rolling his eyes at her tone, he opened the door to his room and got ready for his day.

Conferences across the street and all across New York. He hated the politics of it all, the meetings, shaking hands with grimy colonizers who looked down on him and his father. Who looked down on the stigmas of the "poor African nation". Little did they know that the Udaku's could buy each and every one of them and their countries and still have enough money to be well off.

"You are late." King T'Chaka's calm voice scared his son as he scanned over the newspaper. "My apologies, Baba."

Folding down the crisp ink filled paper, T'Chaka observed his son as T'Challa sat down and threw the napkin on his lap. "I understand we are in the city that never sleeps but that does not mean you need to be sowing your wild oats."

Reaching for his fork and knife, T'Challa stayed silent until he finished his bite. "I thought you said a Prince of my esteem should be able to relax."

"Yes, relax. Go swimming, see a baseball game, a Broadway show, not deflower every girl in the city."

"Bast, father. I have laid with one girl since I have been here."

T'Chaka's bushy grey eyebrow raised in disbelief, "Okay, four."

"All at the same time?"

T'Challa shook his head. "One the first day, maybe two one second night and one last night."

"Bast, boy." T'Chaka shook his head and got up. "Hurry up and eat. We leave in 30 minutes."

***

T'Challa engaged with the other politicians but reluctantly so. His boredom was imminent and he took out his cellphone and scrolled the countless numbers of female counterparts he had met. He would discard of the cell phone before his arrival to Wakanda. The useless technology was only good in the states.