Royalty Gone Bad novel Chapter 34

Asahd’s POV:

The night ended perfectly and we all retired to our rooms. I was glad to have made Saïda happy. Honestly, I just couldn’t stay like that without getting her something. I needed to and had succeeded. That cake had indeed cost me a lot of my saved money, but I had no regrets. I would work as much as possible to replace what I’d used to buy her that birthday cake. It hadn’t been easy to buy it and sneak it into the house, but I’d succeeded.

I’d bought it in the afternoon when Saïda had been busy chatting with Noure on phone in her room and Djafar had gone out to withdraw some money. I’d then hidden it in my room till evening.

While Saïda had been dressing up that night and Djafar was showering, I got it out and put it in the fridge, hoping none of them would go get something from the fridge before we left. And it worked. Right after I’d put it in the fridge, I returned to my room to finish dressing up. Then I stepped out and waited for some minutes until when Saïda finally stepped out, all dressed up. It’d been perfect.

I thought of the smile she had on throughout the rest of the night, after I’d given her her cake. It made me happy. Saïda was surprisingly, becoming really important to me. And we seemed to be getting closer and even better friends than we could’ve ever imagined. It was perfectly fine by me. I truly cherished her now.

Saïda’s POV:

"He bought you a cake? That is so surprising and nice of him,” Noure said while we chatted later that night. It was past midnight and my special day was finally over, yet, I still felt so special. It was a birthday I wasn’t ready to forget.

“I know right. He’s such a darling, Noure. I swear.”

"Now I actually believe you when you say he’s changing. The Asahd we had here was nothing compared to the one you’re telling me about. Though you say there are still somethings he has to get rid of, he’s already taken a great step.”

“Yes, he has.”

"I wish I could be there for your birthday, sweetheart. But I’ll make it up to you once you return. I promise.”

I smiled to myself, my cheeks burning.

“Okay, darling. I miss you.”

"I miss you even more. Have a good night, sweetheart.”

“Same to you.”

We hung up and I lay, staring at the ceiling. I was still so happy and I couldn’t find sleep at all.

Asahd’s POV:

I wore a pair of sweats and a T-shirt before climbing into bed. I wasn’t feeling sleepy and so I started to manipulate my phone. Just then, the was a low knock at my door, almost unheard. I thought it was my mind playing tricks but then I heard another.

Wondering, I got up and went to open the door. I was surprised to see Saïda on the other side in a T-shirt and pink sleeping trousers. She smiled and I smiled back.

“What’s up?” I asked, surprised.

“Can I some in? I can’t sleep,” she mused.

“Me neither,” I chuckled a little and let her in, closing the door right after.

I watched her crawl onto the bed and sit, waiting for me to join her. Which I did. We sat real close with legs crossed on the bed and us facing each other.

“So, let’s find something real interesting to talk about,” she giggled lowly, grabbing my hands in hers. She seemed so lively and still very happy.

“You look so happy. It’s funny and cute at the same time,” I mused and she giggled again.

“I am. My father, your parents and you, made my birthday amazing. As well as Noure, my brother and friends who called me today. Of course I am happy. And the cherry on top,” she held each side of my face in her little hands. “...was your gift. I didn’t expect it at all and it pleased me so much, coming from you. You’re a darling, too.”

She leaned in and kissed my cheek.

“You’re gonna make me redden or something,” I mused and we laughed lowly. “You deserved it.”

I held her hands in mine once again.

“I also want to apologise for the mean things I said to you in a recent past. I know I called you names and said a lot of things that I’ve forgotten about but that hurt you. I’m sorry. You’re a great person and I honestly want us to stay this good with each other. It’s definitely better this way.”

“I’m sorry for the same thing, Asahd. We’re both good.”

“Yes, we are.”

Who would’ve thought.