Royalty Gone Bad novel Chapter 90

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Writer’s POV:

And just when Saïda thought it was over, it worsened.

Some of the Prince’s exes had actually found her number and were calling or texting her, all for the same purpose.

"You cannot marry Asahd!”

Saïda was unable to realise what she was dealing with. Seemed every single girl he’d ever dated, wanted him back and were raged that he was marrying her, instead. Especially because most of them despised Saïda.

Saïda ended up putting her phone off, exasperated. She sat in the living room.

Not long after, Asahd walked in.

“Sweetheart?” he went to sit near her and noticed how tired and moody she seemed.

“What is it?”

“Your exes. First Hammar, and now I’m actually receiving phone calls and messages all filled with threats, asking me not to marry you.”

“Don’t mind them. It’ll pass.”

“I hope. If they think that their threats scare me, they’re dumber than I thought,” Saïda scoffed. “They don’t know how their threats convince me even more to actually marry you. And I definitely will. They’ll have to deal with it,” she stated firmly and Asahd smiled.

“I just love it when you go savage mode,” he chuckled and she shook her head in amusement. He then leaned over and pecked her on the lips.

“I can’t believe you’ve dated such weirdos. They’re creepy and stalk like crazy,” she giggled and he chuckled. “But I can’t blame them though.”

She looked at him, smiling warmly.

“If you left me, I’d stalk you too," she mused, her cheeks reddening.

“No you won’t,” he laughed a little. “Your ego’s way too big Saïda. Even if you’re still deeply in love with me, you’ll act tough and ignore the hell out of me, pretending to be unaffected by whatsoever I do.”

It amused Saïda and she laughed, because it was an actual fact. She would want to keep her head up high and maintain her dignity, ignoring Asahd like he’d never even existed. Though she would be heartbroken and probably cry her heart out every night.

“You know me well,” she giggled.

“Of course. I’m going to be your husband, after all.”

“Lucky you,” she mused.

“Indeed.”

He smiled and leaned in to kiss her. They shared a slow and passionate kiss which caused that frequent tingle in between her legs, again.

“Oh gosh,” she whispered and pulled away from him with a shy giggle.

“What’s wrong?” Asahd mused. “There’s no one around and I can kiss you right?”

“Of course,” she giggled nervously again. “That’s not the problem. The kiss is.”

“The kiss?” Asahd mused, surprised.

“Yes. The type of kiss,” she reddened, very amused. “Like the one you just gave me. The sensual, slow one.”

“What’s up with it?” he chuckled.

“It always, well, you know,” she looked around to make sure they were still alone. “Causes this tingles in between my legs and stuff.”

she admitted with flushed cheeks.

“Oh,” Asahd smirked. “It turns you on?”

“Yeah...”

“Which is a good thing.”

“Yeah. But not today. I don’t want you tempting me,” she giggled like a little girl. “Because I know I’ll give in.”

“To passionate love making, again?” Asahd mused. “Get used to it.”

“Shhh,” she hushed him, looking around and causing the Prince to laugh.

“I don’t understand your poin,” he mused.

“What I’m trying to say is, please don’t try to make love to me, today. Don’t make me give in.”