Royalty Gone Bad

Saïda’s POV:

We returned to the apartment later that evening. Asahd parked in front of our building.

“I’m glad you’re making extra money,” I told him.

“Thanks. It actually makes me feel pretty good,” he replied.

“So, are you going to go to that party or not?”

He stared ahead for a while, thinking.

“Mm, probably. You advised me to adapt a little more right? I’ll go,” he looked at me. “Want to come with me? You’ll have fun, I think.”

“No thanks. You know I don’t really like parties and stuff. Or going out at night.”

“Saïda, you don’t like many things and you don’t like people,” he mocked and I laughed a little.

“Asahd, I’m not comfortable with strangers and you know it. It’s not like I don’t like people. I easily get anxious and plus, I love staying in my own corner.”

“Oh okay. I’ll go prepare then. If your father asks about, tell him where I’m at.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Asahd, when will you stop ignoring yourselves with dad? No. When will you stop ignoring him? Because he always tries to speak with you and know how you are doing, but you ignore him. Asahd, all my father wants is your good. Maybe even more than he wants mine.”

“Shut up,” he mumbled, rubbing the tip of his nose like he always did, when guilty or feeling disturbed.

I knew Asahd almost as much as my father knew him, and whenever he did that, I knew that whatever was being said to him, was getting to him.

“You really need to stop with the attitude at times. I can tell you one thing that I’m sure of, and it’s that my father misses you a lot. He misses your conversations. Acting up won’t bring out any good because he won’t change his mind and give in to your demands like he used to in Zagreh. And that’s cuz he made a promise to your parents and also wants what’s good for you. It’s useless ignoring him. Your less bitter about what’s happening to you now, and so, why continue to be bitter towards my father?”

He was silent and staring out his window, a little frown on. Asahd was so stubborn and his ego was still enormous. I honestly wished for him to change.

“I know how stubborn you are and I just hope I kinda got to you. See you upstairs,” I rubbed the top of his hand but he still didn’t look at me and so I got out of the car and into the building.

Asahd’s POV:

I sat thinking for a while, long after Saïda had left the car. I hated feeling guilt in any type of way. Saïda had succeeded in making me feel guilty as hell and it annoyed me.

“Why the hell must she give moral lessons and advice,” I grumbled. “She should just keep stuff to herself most of the time.”

I grabbed my phone and wallet and left the car through that damned window.

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I entered the apartment to find Saïda cooking something up in the kitchen and Djafar in the living room.

“How are you?” he asked like he did every single night. I’d stopped answering weeks ago, but he’d never stopped asking the same question.

I frowned a little and took a deep breath. I was gonna harden up and ignore him again but then I looked around and saw Saïda staring at me. She smiled a little and shook her head a little, motioning me to answer. I just hated the extra guilt I felt at the moment.

“Don’t look at me,” I told her, scoffing and rolling my eyes. She laughed lowly and went on with what she was doing. Djafar stared at us in wonder, completely lost.

I looked at him once again. Inhaling a little and putting my ego aside, I answered him.

“I’m fine. And you?” I replied, to his surprise. He smiled, pleased, and I had to fight the urge to smile back. I was still so stubborn and decided I wasn’t ready to smile back, just yet.

“I’m okay. Went visiting the city today?” he asked. “Come take a seat.”

Hesitating a little, I didn’t move.

“Um, yeah. I can’t sit cuz I have to go prepare for some party I was invited to by my colleagues,” I told him.

meet new people and make new friends. Just call to let us know at what time you’ll be coming back or if you’ll even come back,

“Sure.”

a good time my dear,”

nodded a little and made my way to

-

and changing my clothes, I left the

on my way,”

you should eat first,” Djafar

never say

Let’s have

*

Writer’s POV:

got out of the car as fast as possible so no

the building. He checked his phone one more time for the apartment number that Alex

was loud music and noise on the other side. Guess he’d

few seconds later, a laughing

sipping the beer from her

her shoulder and into the apartment. It was bigger than the one he, lived in and

mused. “Are you lost or you’re looking for

in? Or Alex?” Asahd

“Oooh, are you Asahd?”

“Yeah.”

so cute, damn,” she smiled

the sexiest girls ever who turned out to be sorority chicks and college mates of Matt

called over the loud music and got Alex’s attention. He turned and smiled on seeing Asahd. He approached

Asahd’s POV:

could make it, man.” Alex

Your apartment

in it’s own way. A

C’mon, let’s go meet the others,” he led

of the apartment where

all welcomed me and I was given a bottle of beer. Shortly

looked so different with the make up, fixed hair, tight and sexy

smiled and took turns

Sexy is an understatement,” I cooed

too. As always,” Elsa

are y’all standing here like

Stephan mused and pulled Jenna

and did same. Derrick and I

going to dance, Asahd?” Allison asked

“Maybe later,” I replied.

“Suit yourself, hon.”

watched the

said with a chuckle, sipping his

“What is?” I asked.

on you, man.

I smiled in amusement.

more about them. Like,

“Oh, the spicy stuff?”

I chuckled and

had

looked at him

“They dated??”

them, a few kisses and I think one date. I don’t know what happened but after two or three weeks, they decided it was preferable to stay

didn’t expect that. Wow. More tea please,” I

has a boyfriend, but she still flirts with any