Royalty Gone Bad novel Chapter 50

Writer’s POV:

And so it went on for the rest of that week. They were okay with each other, laughed and still made jokes. And whenever it was more than Asahd and he tried to kiss her, and though most of the time she wanted it, she would still say the words and he would stop.

′Maybe all these foreign feelings will disappear once I get married to Noure. I can’t wait to go back to Zagreh.′

Saïda thought in the silence and darkness of her room, one night. Asahd had gone on a date with Allison and her father was in the living room.

The more the days passed, the more she was wanting to be in Asahd’s arms. They’d even stopped hugging because it always led to something else. A simple hug and the feel of his body against hers was almost enough to make her give up all resistance. At a point she even thought of avoiding him but it was useless. There was no way. She shut her eyes tight.

“I’m so confused.”

Then, she slowly reached out and grabbed her phone, calling Noure.

"Hello my love. I was going to call you.”

“Noure,” she called softly.

"Yes, my darling? What is bothering you?”

She took a deep breath, her eyes prickling.

“I know we’re not supposed to exchange such words before our marriage. But I know we already feel same, yet I want to say the words,” she murmured. She wanted to say them because she needed to confirm it. She needed to accept it.

"I’ve been wanting to say them for a long time, myself. And before you do sweetheart, I will.”

Her heard skipped a beat.

"I love you, Saïda. I am already so in love with you.”

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Goosebumps covered her skin and a little smile spread across her face. It was heart warming to hear him say that. She loved the sound of those three words.

“I love you too, Noure.”

They’d never said that to each other because of stupid rules. Yet it had always been there. But Saïda regretted the present and wished for one thing. She wished she’d said it earlier to Noure, before growing feelings for Asahd.

***

Asahd’s POV:

I laughed at the funny thing Allison had just said. We were seated in a restaurant for another official date of ours. She was very pretty.

“You’re very pretty, tonight," I smiled and reached out to grab her hand.

“And you very handsome.”

We smiled at each other and went on with our meal and chats. As expected, it wasn’t long before I got lost as my thoughts were soon invaded by Saïda. It became frequent with each single day! I took Allison out, spent more time with her in order to like her more, to even love her, but thoughts of Saïda were ruining everything!

′I’m here thinking about her while I’m on a date with my girlfriend.′

I shook my head and started to concentrate on what Allison was saying. It didn’t last though because Saïda was back in a few minutes.

′Dammit, Saïda! And the worse part is that she’s probably doing her stuff, not thinking of me. Or better yet, on phone with Noure.′

A scowl appeared on my face and I didn’t even realise it. But apparently Allison did because she giggled and asked:

“Baby, are you okay? You seem so serious and annoyed. I bet you weren’t listening to a single word of mine,” she giggled.

′I wasn’t.′

I chuckled a little to reassure her I was okay.

“Sorry, I’m a little off recently.”

“I noticed. It’s okay. I’m glad your father is recovering. Right?”

“Yeah– yeah, he is.”

I stood a little and leaned in, kissing her. But I was very surprised as I sat down again. I’d felt absolutely nothing special about our kiss. It felt like I’d just kissed another random girl I was just flirting with to get what I wanted. Yet, I wanted nothing in particular from Allison, neither was she random. I actually had feelings for her, but my body reacted to her in a completely different way.

′Saïda has finished me. Literally.′

***

I got home that night and Djafar was in the living room, while Saïda was probably warming the food.

I greeted her from the living room and greeted Djafar too. I then went to change and join them for a good meal and a good movie.

-

“Saïda??” I called, stepping out of my room.

“Yes??” she replied from the kitchen.

“Where’s your charger, please? Mine is bugging,” I grumbled.

′First I move with a cracked screen and now my charger is bugging. What’s gonna be next? No phone at all. I’m adapting to this life or already have, but some things still get on my nerves.′

And there was no way I was going to use my saved money to buy a new phone or charger. I needed to get myself tickets.

’Am I still sure this is a good idea?′

Doubts on my plans were beginning to set in.

“In my room! You can unplug my phone, it should be full by now.”

“Thanks!”

I went to her room and closed the door behind me, looking for where she’d plugged her charger and phone. I soon found the socket.

“There you are,” I sat on the other edge of her bed and unplugged the charger and phone. Just then, it started vibrating. A call.

′Noure.′

I was very, very tempted to pick the call. There was a lump in my throat all of a sudden.

′I’m picking it. Don’t care.′

I picked the call and heard his voice come through.

"Hello my love, done with the dinner yet?” he asked.

“No,” I replied dryly. There was silence and I knew I’d scared him. He probably thought it was Djafar but then guessed it was me and so he spoke again:

"Prince Asahd?” he muttered.

“What’s up?” I asked casually, my tone still so cold.

"Um, nothing my Prince. I just– well, I wanted to speak with Saïda. I thought she–"

“She’s busy,” I cut in firmly.

"Oh, okay. Thank you, your Highness.”