Royalty Gone Bad novel Chapter 101

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Writer’s POV:

After swimming and enjoying the beach for a long while, Saïda returned to the house to shower and eat. Asahd stayed back a little more.

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After showering and in nothing but her tiny shorts, Saïda went to the kitchen to warm some food and eat.

“This looks delicious,” she said, referring to the spicy looking Mexican meal that was in the large microwave.

She turned it on and waited for it to warm up.

Saïda sat on the counter and manipulated her phone. She checked the time.

’Seven, and he’s still out there?′

Just as she thought of going to get him, Asahd entered the house and kitchen.

“Finally,” she mused and he smiled at her.

“I enjoyed the water.”

“Same here. I’m warming the food the chef left. You’ll have some?”

“Um, not now. Maybe later. It smells really delicious.”

“I know right. I’ll just leave some of it in the oven for when you’ll want to eat.”

“Alright. I’m going to shower,” he approached and pecked her.

“Alright. Love you.”

“Love you, too,” he smiled and then left.

′I still find it hard to realise.′

Saïda thought with a smile, looking at the two expensive rings on her finger. The engagement and wedding rings, together.

“Nope,” she muttered, still smiling. “It’s very real.”

Asahd chatted with his wife while she finished her meal. They were laughing at some of their old habits when they were much younger.

“I remember,” Saïda started, pushing her empty plate to the side. “We used to be friends when little.”

“That’s true,” Asahd frowned a little, realising it. “It is true! I remember now. We used to play hide and seek. I think I even thought you how to ride a bicycle when I was eight and a half. You were six.”

“Yes you did!” she laughed, remembering.

Asahd’s POV:

“Hold on,” I laughed in surprise. “What the hell happened? Like, why did we end up disliking each other. I don’t even know how it happened. Did I miss something?”

Saïda and I used to play together a lot, when we were younger. Now that I came to think of it, I didn’t remember what had caused our relationship to deteriorate that much.

“I remember. It was your fault,” she mused, folding her arms.

“How? What did I do? I don’t remember, for real,” I chuckled, trying hard to remember.

“It started when you were twelve or thirteen, I think,” she went on to explain.

“What started? The dislike?” I asked, confused.

“Puberty. It started getting to your head,” she giggled and I stared at her in amusement.

“Puberty??” I asked with a little laugh “I still don’t get your point.”

Just then, I remembered something.

“Wait,” I started. “It was your fault instead.”

“Mine??” she laughed.

“Yes! Around that period, you started being rude towards me. You provoked and always looked for my trouble. You used to give me the ugliest stares, Saïda!”

She laughed.

“You know why I did that,” she replied.

“I swear I don’t! I didn’t even bother asking because I found your sudden change annoying. I didn’t really care too.”

“There. That was the problem,” she mused and I was even more confused.

“Explain. I’m all ears,” I leaned on the counter separating us.

“When you turned twelve or so, you started ignoring me.”

“Seriously?”