Her Christmas desire - Season 2 - Episode 5

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Her Christmas desire - Season 2 - Episode 5

She rose to her feet immediately and rushed back to the computer. She had to contact the Mask and his militants before they contacted her first.

A smile wavered on her lips as she stared at the picture of Elvis, who worked closely with the Mask and had become the object of her infatuation. His eyes were seductive and called to her.

‘I have an idea…’ she ran a finger over his picture. She had a crush on the criminal and she would find a way to make her fantasies come true.

She clicked on the Ms. Word Icon and began to type a letter that she was sending to Samuel Ojonugwa A.K.A the Mask:
I need a Man in exchange for ¼ measure of the vermillion the Royal House mined from the rock fields. Princess Tayo Lasisi.

The shiny beads that were attached to the help of his garment kissed the marble floor as the king stormed towards the royal garden, where he normally relaxed whenever he was pissed off.

Yemi’s eyes were reddish. His heart pounded against his chest with a great propensity, one that he hadn’t expected. Tayo had gotten him extremely angry with her recklessness. How could she not tell him about her plans?

The King hoped that Sam wouldn’t make trouble. Already, foreign companies knew that his mining firm had a good quantity of vermillion to sell and he couldn’t miss out on this opportunity.

He knew Tayo’s problem was overconfidence. In the past, he had let her take decisions for him and somehow that had gotten into her head. Their parents always confided in her, and made her feel like the smart one. But this recent mishap on her part had revealed she still had a lot of things to learn.
Yemi was in a good place. He had the vermillion he wanted. He had a woman he was attracted to, and he was prepared to do anything to get Cassie into his bed.

He didn’t know why he cared about her so much; maybe it was because he hadn’t been with a woman for a very long time.

His anger was fuelled by the thoughts of Cassie and her mother, Tamar, who had tried to play him. The King learned of her sudden trip to Jamaica, and he knew why she escaped.

Yemi had sent some of his men to keep watch over the Benjamin Mansion because he wanted Tamar arrested. Somehow, she had learned of the plan and escaped.

The lovely smell of the queen of the night tree which stood at the middle of the garden welcomed him. He pulled the sweet smell into his lungs and exhaled. Already, the gentle breeze that played with the flowers had a calming effect on him and all the anger he felt ebbed away slowly.

At first, Yemi thought his anger had given birth to hallucinations. From where he stood, he heard three different voices, laughing and speaking in hushed voices. But when he looked around, there wasn’t anyone.
Yemi tightened his fingers around the staff of authority which he carried, an object passed unto him from the first ancestor. It was forged in bronze and ivory.

With the golden crown firmly placed on his head, he trudged deeper into the garden but stopped immediately at the sight of Cassie.

All the things that had troubled him vanished at once. The sight of her beauty and the cute smile on her face calmed him better than the flowers. He had never seen her relaxed or happy, since she came to the palace like this time.

Cassie wore a pink dress which paused on her knees, revealing a pair of shapely legs. There were long and slender but very sexy to look at. The pink dress hung loosely on her slim body, but couldn’t hide the rising of her boobs.

‘She could wear anything and still torment a man in his dreams.’ Yemi murmured in admiration.

The pink dress matched the blue ribbon which she fixed on her thick black hair. Cassie appeared very natural. She looked like a mermaid who lived in the royal garden.

Yemi held his breath and watched quietly as she interacted with the palace maids.

She held a tape and a notebook. She would flip open a page and show it to each girl and they would either nod or grin.

The King wondered briefly what Cassie was doing with a tape when he suddenly remembered that he had found her in a shop filled with clothes, on the night he had kidnapped her.

‘She must be a tailor,’ Yemi thought.
He didn’t know much about Cassie; except the fact that she was related to Eno Benjamin; the woman he had wanted to marry.

He was curious about Cassie. He had to know more about her, especially the things that made her happy because he could do anything to have her smile that way at him every day.

He didn’t know the names of all his servants, but he recognized a distant cousin who served as a maid. She was short, plump and dark of skin. The King rarely spoke to her, even though he knew her name.

Pelumi was the answer to his problems. He would pay her to spy on Cassie and return information on her every move in the palace. He wanted to know the things that made her happy and those things that made her sad.

Cassie had woken up feeling depressed that her family had forgotten her in King Yemi’s palace. But she was determined not to stay down for too long. She reminded herself that her dreams where more important to her than being in captivity.

Cassie had faith that she would be free one day. So, she jumped out of bed; had a light breakfast and rushed to the garden to work on some designs.

She had spent two hours alone, sketching and designing when the palace maids whose presence she had come to enjoy, joined her in the garden.

‘You guys should have another uniform. Here, I designed something beautiful for you.’ Cassie flipped to the sixth page in her designs book. She nibbled on the butt of her pencil while waiting for their comments.

After two seconds of no response from them, Cassie noticed a look of fright in their eyes.

‘What is it?’ The three girls- Pelumi, Esther and Demola, looked like they had seen a ghost.
She tried smiling but they quickly moved away from her and rushed back to the palace. Immediately she turned around, she found herself staring into the deep black well of the King’s beguiling eyes.

Cassie was thrown into confusion as he was the last person she had expected to see. And she had been thinking about him the whole time while measuring the girls!

God, what was happening to her? Why would she think about a beast that kidnapped her and separated her from her family?

Cassie s----d in some air and started for the palace. She couldn’t let him know that she found him extremely attractive. The white garment that he usually wore suited him like second skin. The crown was made for his head. He was born for kingship.

‘Don’t you have manners?’ The King got in her way.

All the servants had curtsied or bowed their heads before leaving his presence. He hadn’t expected Cassie to walk past him without a word.