Royalty Gone Bad novel Chapter 83

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Asahd’s POV:

Later that morning, after I’d showered and was buttoning my shirt up in front of the glass in my dressing room, when there was a knock at my door.

“Yes?? Come in,” I replied as I stepped into my bedroom.

My mother stepped in and I smiled, bowing a little.

“Good morning, mom.”

I went to her and kissed her forehead.

“Good morning sweetheart. You sure are in a great mood this morning.”

“You have no idea,” I chuckled and raised a wrist to her. She helped me button up my sleeve, and then the other. “Thank you.”

I went to fix my hair in front of my mirror.

“The storm was terrible yesterday. Awful.” she said, taking a seat on my sofa, close by.

“Mmm. It was perfect to me. Made me sleep so well. Better than I’d ever in a very long time,” I smiled at my reflection.

′And also because it was of great help while I made love to Saïda.′

“Oh, that’s nice.”

I went towards my drawers to pick a wristwatch for the day. My mother watched me silently and it amused me.

“What?” I asked.

“You’re even more handsome this morning, my dear. Guess that sleep did you good.”

“Thank you,” I chuckled. “Yes, it did.”

“It’s still so hard to realise, you know,” she mused.

“Let me guess,” I chuckled. “Saïda and I?”

“Yes.”

“What can I say? The heart wants what it wants. I’ll speak to Djafar today,” I fixed my watch.

“I just knew something was up. There were so many clues. I just found it hard to believe.”

I laughed a little.

“What made you conclude that there was really something going on?” I asked.

“A lot. But I think it was the moment I saw you pull Saïda along and out of Noure’s building,” she started. “You looked angry, yes. But you didn’t seem to be angry at her but at someone else who could only be Noure. You were holding her like a jealous lover would, taking her away from someone you didn’t want her to be with.”

I stared at her with a little smile.

“You’re smart,” I mused and she laughed a little.

“Plus, as my car drove by, we headed straight for the palace. I expected Saïda and you to show up shortly after but you didn’t. I understood that you had taken her elsewhere which happens to be the hill you told me about yesterday. And when you returned all happy, both of you, I finally noticed your wrapped hand and immediately concluded that you had surely gotten into an altercation with Noure.”

“And you were absolutely right.”

“There were too many hints,” she mused. “Remember when I came to look for Saïda, here? I knocked and asked but you only let me in after long seconds. And when I finally entered, Saïda was sitting in a corner with your schedule book. When she approached me, remember I noticed that her cheeks were red and even asked if she was feverish.”

“True, true,” I chuckled and sat close to her.

“Tell me, Asahd,” she started.

“Yes, mother?”

“Have you two, kissed? Have you kissed her, knowing perfectly well that she is still betrothed until further notice?”

I stared at her in amusement.

“Nope,” I lied and my mother gave me that, ′You think I’m that dumb?’, look and I laughed.

“Asahd, I bet you were kissing that same time I knocked and entered to look for her. No she wasn’t feverish and I wondered why she was blushing and seemed a little breathless. You had been kissing, hadn’t you?” she raised a knowing brow and my lips twitched in amusement.

“I don’t know what you are talking about, mother,” I mused and she rolled her eyes.

“Asahd, I know you. I raised you. I watched you grow and I know you more than anybody else in this palace. You’d been kissing her. And you probably still do when you two are alone,” she shook her head and I laughed.

“Fine. I’ve kissed her maybe once or twice,” I chuckled and my mother shook her head in amusement.

“Sweetheart, that is wrong.”

“Mom, you said you know me very well. If I want to kiss Saïda, I do,” I mused.

“Oh Asahd, tell me you’ve done nothing more with her,” she shook her head and I chuckled.

“I haven’t, mother. Why would you think that?”

“I know how stubborn you are, dear. You don’t care about some of our strict customs and traditions. Tell me you didn’t make that innocent girl do something she didn’t want to do.”

My mouth twitched to the side again.

“Dear mother,” I started, still amused. “I will never and have never made Saïda, do what she didn’t and doesn’t want to do, with me,” I smirked and my mother froze a little.

“Yalah...” she muttered and I laughed.

“What is it?”

“Asahd, don’t tell me you’ve slept with her. Have you??” she asked, shocked.

′Yesterdaaaaaay, and I have to again in the next few hours or so!′