A Prince's Love

Chapter 51.

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Nana leans back into the concrete wall of the verandah, with the tiny flower that Peter had brought her in her hands. She glances up at him with a bashful smile, before her eyes open in alarm and she swats his phone away.

"Stop!" she whines, a hint of a smirk on her face.

He chuckles. "I just wanted to take a picture of you. Come on, smile."

"No. Put the phone down." she commands, pushing his hand away from her. He groans, giving her a smirk.

"Still camera shy?" he queries amusingly.

She scoffs, before narrowing her eyes at him. "How are you able to leave the house so often? Doesn't your wife worry?" Nana questions, playing with the flower in her hands. It was almost six in the evening and Peter had surprised her with a visit.

Peter runs his hand through her sew-in weave and smirks at her. "My wife trusts me. I tell her I'm picking up groceries so every time I leave here, I have to go get some random produce from the market."

Nana raises a brow at the man. "All that just to see me?"

He chuckles, grazing her plump cheek with his calloused hand.

"Of course, Nana. You know how I feel about you." he responds, gazing into her eyes.

Nana smiles to herself, but tries to conceal it. She honestly felt a twinge of guilt knowing that Peter was having an affair with her outside of his marriage. And the fact that he has a child makes her feel worse. But she couldn't deny the strong feelings she still had for him. It was like the feelings from years ago never left. She couldn't resist him, just like she couldn't resist him eighteen years ago.

"Really? How do you feel about me?" she questions in a flirtatious tone.

His eyes meet hers and he uses his finger to gently push her face towards his. "They say actions speak louder than words."

With that, he leans into her face and presses his lips to hers. Nana froze for a second when his lips landed on hers. She hadn't kissed him-- kissed anyone-- in years and it caught her off guard. She slowly felt herself melting into the kiss and pushing her lips deeper onto his. The feelings were definitely still there, maybe even stronger. She knew it was wrong but it felt right. It felt like they were meant to be. They were so engrossed in the kiss that they didn't even hear the footsteps approaching them.

"Herh!" a voice yells in shock. The voice causes the couple to immediately break apart from each other, jumping in their seats. Nana looks up at the person in front of her and opens her mouth in surprise.

"Kwame!" Nana calls out in shock.

"Peter!" Uncle Kwame exclaims, his eyes widening like saucers and his mouth dropping open. "Peter! Peter Koomson! Is that you?"

He hadn't seen Peter in almost twenty years, after he abandoned his family and left Maadwoa to be raised without her father. Kwame held so much resentment towards Kwame for what he did to his niece. For running away right after his wife died, as if Anita meant nothing to him. So seeing him now aroused a lot of feelings in him: anger, frustration, surprise, confusion.

"I go by Benson now--"

"Shut up over there before I throw a brick at you!" Kwame threatens, holding a hand out. "Eighteen years, Peter. You vanished for eighteen years. I didn't even know you were still on Earth. Where have you been?"

Peter drops his head in shame, struggling to find the words. "I don't even know what to say."

"So you mean to tell me you don't know where you've been? You've just been on Earth without knowing where you are. Foolish man." Kwame insults, crossing his arms indignantly.