Royalty Gone Bad novel Chapter 27

Writer’s POV:

That week was another normal one for Asahd. He worked, made his money, paid Djafar what he had to and saved some for his ticket. Oh he was still very determined to leave New York. And neither Saïda nor her father, knew what the Prince had in mind. He’d not completely gotten used to his new life and he didn’t even want to completely adapt to it. He still hated it very much.

Saïda on the other hand was loving her little job. She was paid weekly and at the end of that first week, she was given her first pay which made her very happy.

Her employers were satisfied with her job that week and sure planned on keeping her. She had fully adapted to this new life and had no reason to complain. She was a simple girl who’d been taught to accept whatever she had, as it was. Whether big or small.

Also, she’d been paranoid throughout that week because of Asahd and his vengeance. She never left her phone unwatched, because if she did, he would probably take it, hack through her password and get Noure’s number. Asahd was very capable of calling Noure and lying to him about Saïda. That was just how stubborn and mischievous, the Prince was.

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Soon, the weekend arrived.

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Saïda’s POV:

I immediately grabbed my phone from the table when I saw Asahd roaming around it that Saturday morning. He chuckled.

“I got my eyes on you,” I mused and walked passed him to the kitchen, to make some breakfast. My father had gone out very early for a long morning stroll like he did on some particular mornings.

“I like your shorts,” I heard him say, entering the kitchen.

I’d forgotten I had sleeping shorts on. I never wore shorts out of my room and so I became a little uncomfortable because it was kind of a wrong thing, back in Zagreh to expose too much leg skin. Decent girls never wore tiny shorts in public or in front of men that weren’t their spouses. If you had tiny shorts and were a respectful young woman, you would wear them in your room and only in your room . I’d gotten so comfortable that morning that I unconsciously left my room in those shorts.

My cheeks started to burn and I hurriedly put the tea on fire before rushing past Asahd and into my room to change into something better.

“Still the very good girl,” he mused when I joined him in the kitchen once again.

“Of course,” I scoffed playfully and opened the fridge to get the bread.

“By the way, you have beautiful legs, Saïda.”

“Asahd, I’m already too uncomfortable. You weren’t supposed to see me in that. Your compliment proves you were checking me out and so please shut up,” I joked with a little laugh.

“Of course I was. Report me if you want,” he mused. “How rude. No thank you? At least?”

“Fine. Thank you,” I rolled my eyes and put the bread near the toaster.

“The eggs are finished. Wanna accompany me to the store?”

“Okay. Lemme change my T-shirt.”

“Alright.”

Asahd’s POV:

While she watched the tea and put the bread in the toaster, I got the mayonnaise bottle and sneaked my way into her room. I grabbed her shampoo bottle and squirted a considerable amount of mayonnaise into it.

Once done, I hid the bottle in my shorts, just in case she caught me, and left. Luckily, she didn’t notice. I put the mayonnaise on the table in the living room and rushed to my own room.

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On our way back from the store, I decided to invite her too.

“You should come with us, to the movies, tonight,” I said.

“You think? They didn’t invite me.”

“I am. They won’t mind cuz apparently, you’re my sister.”

“Hm. I don’t know.”

“Cmon. You haven’t gone out and enjoyed yourself, since we got here. It’s just movies and fun. Nothing more. No clubbing or alcohol. It’ll be cool. Say yes.”

She hesitated for a while.

“I’ll tell my father about it, then.”

“Means you’re coming?”

“Yeah. But let’s not take your car.” she laughed.

“Girl, I never had plans of taking it! Imagine us pulling up in front of a theatre and get out through the window, in front a crowd of complete strangers. The disgrace. I have to maintain the little dignity I have left,” I ended and she laughed even more.

“I’m never going to get over the car issue. Bhahaha! My eyes water every single time when I see you drive it,” she started coughing a little through her laugh and I stared at her, amused.

“So, you’re mocking me now?” I asked and she pressed her lips together, holding laughter and shaking her head no. Her eyes were watery and she looked like she would explode if she didn’t laugh.

Before I could say anything, she burst out laughing and started running ahead and into the building, doubting I would try to pull her hair or hurt her. As she ran away laughing, she said to my hearing:

“I’m sorry! I can’t help it!”

I laughed a little and then entered the building. I wasn’t going to do anything because she had mayonnaise shampoo awaiting her.

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After breakfast, she went to shower first and I sat in the living room, waiting for when she would realise what she was washing her hair with.

Ten minutes after she’d gotten in, I finally heard her little cry. Soon, she stepped out in her bathing robe with wet soapy hair.

“Asahd! What did you put in my shampoo?!” she exclaimed with wide eyes.

“Mayonnaise,” I replied casually.

“Are you serious?! You’ve wasted my shampoo!”

I laughed out happily.

“Now we’re even.”

She frowned and pouted like a kid, then stomped her tiny foot on the ground.

“What do I do now??”

“You can use mine,” I said, after laughing to my satisfaction.