Royalty Gone Bad

Asahd’s POV:

Then next morning, I stepped out of my room to do ten pushups, go shower, prepare and go to work, like I did every morning.

Surprisingly, I heard Saïda in the kitchen. She usually got up at eight or so. I went to the kitchen and met her searching the fridge. She hadn’t seen me. My eyes dropped to the cute tiny shorts that she had on.

I admired her smooth legs and strangely, I felt my throat grow a little dry and a stir in my pants.

′This is sick.′

I thought, swallowing hard and trying to wipe out what had just happened.

I looked behind me and over my shoulder like I was some sneaky bandit then turned to her again. I was shirtless and had nothing but a pair of sweats on. I slowly approached her. She didn’t hear me.

“Why are you up this early?” I asked lowly and she gasped, turning immediately.

“Oh my, you scared me,” she whispered with a low laugh.

“Sorry,” I said smiling, and we stared at each other for a short while. Then she realised I was shirtless and it immediately made her redden and feel a little uncomfortable.

′Such a good girl.′

I smiled at the awkward thought.

I grabbed her hand and stared at her cut finger.

“Still hurts?” I asked.

“A little. I’ll change the bandaid, later,” she smiled a little.

“Okay,” I kissed her finger and she giggled a little, biting her lower lip. You don’t wanna know the effect it caused in me.

′My body reacted to that like it was turned on. Is it?′

My thoughts seemed mixed up and confused that morning. I decided that it was probably because I had not slept very well the previous night.

I was staring into her eyes the whole while, completely lost in my thoughts. She suddenly cleared her throat and I snapped.

Amused, she stepped back and pulled her hand away from my grip.

“Uh, you should go prepare for work now,” she said.

“Right. Can I get a hug?”

′Why?′

The mind and body had nothing in common. Each did what it wanted.

“Sure,” her reply was low and she stepped closer and into my arms.

I wrapped them around her and hugged her tight, resting my chin on her head and closing my eyes. There was thing she always did when we hugged, that I liked. She would put her palms, flat on my back and rub slowly and carefully. Almost like slow caresses. And it felt even better friends when she did it on my bare skin.

Something was very unusual about my thoughts and body reactions, that morning. But I did nothing about them. Not that I didn’t want to, I just couldn’t control the thoughts that rushed in my mind and my body reactions. An awkward moment indeed.

’Boy, let her go. It’s Saïda, for crying out loud!′

body didn’t want to

Saïda’s POV:

but appeasing in some

is shirtless. I’m in

too expensive yet I allowed them to happen. Something I never did, allowing someone other than Noure, touch me in warm ways. Yet I’d let Asahd do so. He’d grabbed me by the waist several times, I’d kissed him on the cheek and forehead more than appropriate and he’d done same. Hugs weren’t harmful, until now.

limits we shouldn’t have. I’ll soon be married and it’s not right for another man to touch me this much or see me in shorts. What am I doing, for crying

reddened and stepped away from Asahd,

get a glass of milk. I’m going back to sleep till it’s time for me to get up and eventually go to

See you tonight,” he replied in a rather husky voice. You don’t wanna know the effect that that left on

you

myself after smiling a little at Asahd. I then

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Asahd’s POV:

I asked the

sauce for

“Alright, ma’am. Right away.”

and dropped her order, waiting for it to

manager called, stepping out of

“Yes, boss?”

at the back. You’ll be helping Allison to take the

preferred to be at the back

and Matt left,

giggled and I smiled, wrapping my arms around

her, I froze, recognising a sweet smell. I looked around but there

is it?”

I just inhaled a

new perfume,” she smiled and I

perfume?” I lowered

′Saïda.′

did you get it?”

yesterday and there’s this new Moroccan beauty shop that sells foreign and sweet perfumes. I picked this one and hoped you would like,” she said

cleared my throat. “No not that. Just that, Saïda uses the

“Oh.”

awkward cuz I’m used to her

didn’t know,” she giggled a little and I

I think it fits you just

′Lying ass.′

“Really?” she smiled.

“Of course.”

′Lying.′

a little. I kissed

at the window,

“Window.”

“Okay, babe.”

minute a later, a

and welcome to fries & spice. How’s your day, sir?” I asked the same

“Good and yours?”

can

without tomatoes, a pizza slice

I went to cut the slice. We packaged the food and I grabbed a cold soda can. I gave the