Royalty Gone Bad novel Chapter 48

Writer’s POV:

Asahd returned to the apartment at twelve the next day. He was very happy to meet Djafar in the living room. The man was happy to see him as well.

“You were gone a few days but I missed you like crazy,” Asahd chuckled and bent over to hug a sitting Djafar.

“Missed you too,” Djafar smiled happily. “How was the week?”

“It was okay. Nothing new.”

“But you had fun at least.”

“Yeah. Saïda and I went visiting places from time to time. How was the place you went to?”

“It was okay. I was able to finish what I’d gone there to do.”

“I’m glad. Where’s Saïda?” Asahd looked around.

“She just showered. She’s in her room dressing up.”

“Okay. Lemme go drop this bag.”

“Alright, son.”

Asahd headed straight for his room.

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He unpacked the things that were in the backpack and put them back in place in his room. While he did so, there was a single knock at his door and Saïda stepped in. They smiled at each other.

“Finally back,” she whispered, closing the door behind her and leaning against.

“Why are you whispering?” Asahd whispered back in amusement and she giggled.

“Cuz it’s fun.”

“You’re not gonna jump on me?” he smiled, spreading his arms.

“Nope,” her lips twisted to the side in amusement. “I’m just gonna hug you.”

“I’m fine with that too.”

She approached him and wrapped her arms around his neck. He pulled her closer to himself and they hugged tight and warmly, sending the same electric feeling down their spine. Each had their face buried in the other’s neck, inhaling the sweet smell. It wasn’t an ordinary hug, alright. They remained like that for up to a minute. Then Saïda raised her head and said,

“Still want me to jump on you?” she giggled lowly.

“Yes, yes, yes~” he chuckled against her neck and she laughed a little.

“Okay.”

He wrapped her waist and she jumped while he carried her. She wrapped her legs tight around him. He carried her with so much ease. They raised their heads and looked at each other in the eyes, no one listening to a certain voice in their head that would call their actual posture, inappropriate.

Her fingers played softly in his hair, making him feel very relaxed and almost drowsy.

“What did you tell Allison?” she asked with a playful smile.

“Apparently my father’s ill.”

“Oh okaykay,” she mused and they both laughed.

They looked into each other’s eyes for a long silent while.

“Noure called?” Asahd finally spoke.

“He always does,” Saïda smirked.

“How sweet,” Asahd mused and Saïda found herself giggling a little.

“He’s a sweetheart.”

“You say I am one too,” Asahd whispered in a more serious manner now and Saïda’s smile faded slowly. “Who’s more of a sweetheart to you?”

She silently stared at him, her fingers softly trailing down his cheek to his chin which she gently rubbed.

“I don’t know,” her reply was low. Very low. But then she added,

“But it’s Noure.”

“If you say so, Saïda,” Asahd replied with a smile that gave Saïda goosebumps. “And I finally didn’t sleep with Allison.”

“And why are you talking me this?” she teased in amusement, her lips twitching to the side.

“I don’t know. Maybe because you asked me not to,” he chuckled a little.