A Prince's Love

Chapter 47.

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"I thought I'd never see you again." Peter whispers, as he sits next to the middle-aged woman, threading his fingers through her curly wig. 

"As did I. You just ran away. Didn't tell anyone. I didn't even know if you were alive." Nana responds, swatting his hand away. 

"I am sorry about that. I was a mess. I couldn't stay after--"

"Don't mention it. Really, don't." she sighs, not wanting to remember the haunting past. "Didn't you think about how I'd feel?"

"I wasn't thinking. I just needed to leave. But Nana, you were always on my mind."

"Hm, even when you decided to get on one knee and propose to another woman?" she interrogates, arching her brow.

"I fell in love with someone else, but I didn't forget you. I couldn't even if I tried." he assures, gently grabbing her hand and interlocking their fingers. Nana smiles down at their connected hands, her heart fluttering from the feeling.

"So now what?" she queries, squeezing his meaty hand, causing him to flash her a smirk.

" What do you mean?"

"Last time you came here, you told me you couldn't stop thinking about me, and then you pulled me into a long hug and kissed my forehead. Now you're here saying you could never forget me. What are we now?" she explains.

"Ah, why do you women like asking that question?"

" Well, when a married man starts flirting and kissing you, it's only natural to ask this question."

Peter chuckles, knowing she had a point. It's not that he didn't love his wife - because he did- but it's just that he had forgotten how infatuated he was with Nana. Seeing her again had brought back all those feelings and he could not help himself.

He leans in towards the slightly plump woman, raising his hand to caress her round cheeks. Nana's breath hitches in her throat as she reciprocates and tilts her face closer to his. Just like they used to, he closes the gap between them, pressing his rough lips against her soft ones for a short peck. It was like a guilty pleasure for the both of them; they knew it was wrong, but they couldn't get enough of each other. 

Peter slowly breaks away from the kiss, a smile plastered on his face. "Does that answer your question?"

Nana's face heats up as her heart continues to palpitate. "No, not really. But I liked that answer." 

Afia quietly steps out of her car, being sure not to make a sound. She carries the humongous bag with her as she softly tiptoes towards the small home from behind. She turns at the corner before abruptly pausing when she sees the plump woman in a lip-lock with a man.

"That's gross." she mutters to herself, grimacing at the sight. When the couple breaks apart with a smacking sound, Afia rolls her eyes and whips out her phone, sending a brief text to Nana to let her know that the man has to leave.

Nana's phone beeps and she looks down at it, squinting at the bright light. When she sees Afia's message, she groans to herself, not wanting to send Peter away. She turns off the phone before giving Peter a sweet smile. "Um, you should get back to your wife now."

"I've been with her all day, can't we just relax a bit more?" 

"Peter, it's almost eleven pm. Where does your wife think you are?"

"I do a lot of errands at night, so I told her that's what I was doing. She complains it's not safe, but she's gotten used to it."

"Exactly, don't let her worry too much. Go kiss her and your son goodnight." Nana cajoles, trying to get him to leave.