Royalty Gone Bad novel Chapter 51

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Saïda’s POV:

On my way to the living room, I tripped on a flat floor! I tripped. There was nothing on my path but I tripped and almost fell! That showed in what state Asahd had left me. My knees were shaky and my heart was palpitating. My forehead was a little moist and there was that same feeling, back and in between my legs.

“Are you okay?” my father asked after I’d tripped and almost fell, “You look off.”

“No. No, I’m fine,” I forced a chuckle that sounded quite real.

“Okay. Come let’s eat.”

I joined him on the couch and grabbed my plate from the little table in front of us. He was watching TV while I stared blankly ahead.

′Oh what is this, he wants to drive me crazy?′

I closed my eyes and thought of how I’d felt something warm, almost hot, yet hard in his shorts and rubbing against my thigh. I knew what it was. I definitely knew what it was.

'You see what you do to me?’ he’d asked.

There was that sweet tingle in between my legs and I shut my thighs tights, trying to make it go away, trying to calm it.

I felt a little moist down there and the thought made me redden.

′Why is he doing this to me? He promised to stay away. Why am I paralyzed whenever he traps me? Why does some greater part of me, want to stay and allow him to do what he wants, to me? Am I not supposed to love Noure? I’m so confused. I’ve never been in this situation before.

Saïda, what has come over you? I don’t recognise myself. I’m so weak around Asahd.

-That’s because you want to.′

The last thought made me frown and shake my head in frustration as I struggled to snap out of it.

“Bonne appetit!” Asahd’s cheerful voice made me open my eyes as he jumped over the other couch and landed on it. He then grabbed his plate. I swallowed.

“Thank you,” my father chuckled.

“You’re not answering, Saïda. Don’t be rude,” he said, mixing his food with a smile and without looking up at me.

“Thank you,” I replied and forced a smile so my father wouldn’t suspect there was something wrong.

“What are we watching, Djafar?” he asked casually, smiling at my father. I stopped looking at him, I didn’t want our eyes to meet. I didn’t want the shameless thoughts I suddenly had about him, to flood my mind again.

′I’m going crazy.′

“A comedy. It’s very funny. It’s about this man and–”

I stopped listening and concentrated on my meal, yet what had happened in my room earlier, continued to flood my mind no matter what.

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Later that night at around past eleven PM, Noure called like he always did.

“Hello baby,” I said, trying to get Asahd out of my mind.

′Oh Noure, please make me forget about Asahd. Let’s start a good conversation.′

"Hello, my princess. I called earlier but Asahd picked.”

′And now, I’m back to Asahd.′

“Yeah, he told me. I was busy with the dinner.”

"Yes, I was told. But he spoke to me in a strange manner. Quite rude in a way. Does he have a problem with me?”

I shut my eyes and took a deep breath.

′I just knew he must have done something. I knew it.′

“No, my dear. He wasn’t in a good mood this evening. I think he was annoyed about something.”

"Oh, okay.”

“Let’s change topic. I miss you, my love. How was your day?” I asked, trying to get Asahd’s name out of our business.

"I miss you too. It was great my dear. You already asked me that when I’d called earlier during the night,”

“Oh true. Just tell me something you haven’t already. I’m quite moody and I’m trying to change my thoughts.”

"Alright my love. Um- oh, I forgot to tell you!”

“What??” I brightened, feeling a little excited.

"Mufasa finally proposed to Rèmin! After years of being together!”

“Oh my! Are you serious?? That is great! Finally! How did he do it???”

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Asahd’s POV:

I left the living room at past eleven PM. I’d stayed back to watch one last movie.

I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and then retired to my room.

After removing my T-shirt and shorts, I climbed on my bed and lay in nothing but my boxers.

′Saïda.′

She was back to invade my senses. I’d succeeded not to think of her while watching TV earlier, but now that I was alone, in the silence of my room, she was back to haunt me.

′Man can’t I keep her out of my head? Or the real question is, do I even want to keep her out of my head?

-No.′

A little smirk drew itself on my lips.

“I can’t stop thinking about you, Saïda,” I whispered to myself.

I thought of what had happened between us so far. I thought of her intriguing personality, her sometimes annoying attitude that I liked, her way of showing jealousy. Her sweet smell, her smile and laugh.

I swallowed, adjusting on my bed.