Royalty Gone Bad

Chapter 51: 51. Naughty Asahd

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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.”

now, I’m

he told me. I

strange manner. Quite rude in a way. Does he have

shut my eyes and took a deep

have done something. I knew

in a good mood this

"Oh, okay.”

love. How was your day?” I asked, trying to get Asahd’s

dear. You already asked me that

something you haven’t already. I’m quite moody

my love. Um- oh,

feeling a little

proposed to Rèmin! After years of being

you serious?? That is great! Finally! How did he

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Asahd’s POV:

PM. I’d stayed

to brush my teeth and then

my T-shirt and shorts, I climbed on my bed and lay in nothing but my

′Saïda.′

not to think of her while watching TV earlier, but now that I was alone, in the silence of

I keep her out of my head? Or the real question is, do I even want to keep

-No.′

drew itself

thinking about you, Saïda,”

I thought of her intriguing personality, her sometimes annoying attitude that I liked, her way of

adjusting

her pretty lips, her innocent face, her soft voice. The sound of

the material. My breathing was changing and my forehead was a little moist. But that wasn’t the worse

me feel this way. Look what you’ve done and

are definitely special,

behind my head for

to make you

slide it down

did this even

hand and squeezed a little, trying to sooth the frustration I felt. A low moan

need to kiss her or

chest.

′Perfect excuse.′

up and left the room. Of course I wasn’t going

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Writer’s POV:

out of her head. She was sitting with her legs straight on the bed and her back leaning against the

was at

knock and someone opened the door.

lungs seemed to run out when her eyes dropped to the tight

sensations and feels in her body seemed to have been activated by command. Palpitation began and

at her

my phone,”

wasn’t even listening to what

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