Royalty Gone Bad

Chapter 38: 38.

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Asahd’s POV:

“But we don’t have tents or sleeping bags.” Saïda told me later that evening when I told her about the

camping experience the others had invited us to.

“That’s what I told them. Alex says he has two tents and could bring us one. Matt has extra sleeping

bags and said he’ll help us with them. So all we gotta do is bring our necessities.”

“Okay, it’s only for a night right?”

“Yeah, you in?”

“Are you?” she asked.

“Of course. If you’re coming.”

“So if I refuse, you won’t go?” she mused.

“Fact.”

“Even if Allison expects you to show up?” she laughed a little.

′I’d forgotten about Ally.′

“Oh, guess I’ll have to go after all,” I replied.

“I’ll come,” she finally said and I smiled.

“Cool.”

“Cool.”

“I’ll tell my father about it. It’s Saturday, right?”

“Yeah. I have a feeling we’ll have a very good time.”

“I hope,” she smirked and my gaze dropped to her pretty lips.

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Saïda’s POV:

The days flew by and soon it was Thursday. I sat in my room that night, chatting with Noure. My father

had gone out and Asahd was lying on my bed, busy manipulating his phone while I sat on the edge.

"I have something special for you,” Noure told me over the phone.

“Oh, really? What is it?” I smiled.

"Can’t say. It’s a surprise and I’m waiting for you to get here so I give it to you.”

“Noure, I don’t want anything. I have you,” I told him, my cheeks reddening.

“Hum!” Asahd exclaimed playfully and I laughed, turning and poking him.

"Yes, you do. I’m all yours, Saïda. I really can’t wait to have you back here.”

“I’m all yours too. Soon I’ll carry your name. The more we speak of it, the more I can’t wait to be your

wife. Our wedding will be memorable.”

“And I’ll feast and drink at it! So plan to get enough food!” Asahd exclaimed with a laugh and I hit him

playfully. He was supposed to shut up.

"Is that Asahd??” Noure asked in surprise.

“Um, yeah.”

"Saïda, he listens to our conversations??”

“No. It isn’t on loudspeaker. Plus, he came in to get something. He’s out now,” I’d just lied to Noure. For

the first time, I’d lied to him.

Asahd, realising I was lying, raised his brows and his lips twitched in amusement.

"Hmm, okay. I know you are friends now and quite close but I prefer you keep our issues as lovers,

private. Like you normally should.”

“I keep our issues private, Noure.”

′Or not.′

I’d already told Asahd about our kiss and a few other things.

“Second lie, sweetheart.” Asahd whispered with a low chuckle.

"I hope so, Saïda. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Okay. Bye, my dear.”

"Sleep tight, darling.”

I hung up and ran my fingers through my hair, a little frustrated.

“You lied,” Asahd started in amusement. “Twice.”

“You think I didn’t realise? Thank you dumbass,” I teased and he laughed.

“Saïda isn’t a good girl after all. Poor Noure.”

Amused, I turned and raised my hand to hit him on the tummy but I he moved and I ended up hitting

him on the zip area, causing him to groan and immediately cover himself, while I gasped in shock and

amusement.

“Oh my, I’m sorry!” I exclaimed, giggling.

“Harm’s done,” he rolled onto his side with a little frown, his hands in between his legs and his thighs

shut tight.

“I’m really sorry,” I mused and rubbed his cheek. “I hurt you that bad?” I asked, beginning to worry a

little.

“I’ll be fine.”

“I’m sorry,” I repeated, finding it hard to stop chuckling. I lowered my head to kiss his cheek but at the

same moment, he’d opened his eyes and raised his head to say something. Before I could realise and

stop, I ended up kissing his chin, close to his bottom lip.

“Oh my gosh,” I mused and withdrew immediately. His lips twitched in amusement.

“I think you missed my lips. Try again,” he joked and I laughed.

“Shut up!” I poked him. “I was trying to kiss your lips to–”

“Lips??” he asked with a wide smile.

“Cheek! Omg, I meant cheek! You got me all confused, speaking about lips!” I laughed hard, my

cheeks burning.

He laughed at me.

“You are impossible, Asahd. Careful, I’ll start reporting you to Noure,” I joked.

“In other words, you’re trying to say that Noure should start considering me as some competition or

rival?” he asked with a playful mischievous smirk. I laughed.

“You always transform every single thing I say into what you want to believe,” I mocked. “Noure has

nothing to worry about. He knows I’m his. And plus, you’re no competition to him,” I teased, folding my

arms.

“We’ll see about that,” Asahd mused and lay again, picking his phone. “It’s a threat,” he joked.

“I’ll tell Ally, you threaten me now.”

He raised an amused brow at me.

“Go ahead. She loves that about me. How stubborn I am. Turns her on.”

“Eew!” I laughed and he joined me.

“There was nothing nasty about that sentence, Saïda!” he mocked, “Yet you’re already cringing.”

“I’m too pure for this world.”

“I wish I could spy on you and Noure on your nuptial night. When you’ll have to give in to sensual

moments.”

“You are sicker than I thought.” I mused, feeling my cheeks burn.

But then an inappropriate question crossed my mind. I wasn’t supposed to ask it but I was to tempted

to for a reason I ignored.

“Have– have you slept with Allison?” the words left my mouth, making me regret them immediately but

he’d already heard.

He looked at me and smiled

“Why?”

“Forget it,” I mused. “That was so awkward. I’m sorry.”

“I haven’t,” he still replied.

“Oh, okay. Nice.”

He smirked a little.

“Nice,” he sat up and kissed my forehead.

“What was that for?” I smiled, amused.

“I just felt like it,” he smiled and got off the bed. “Going to my room.”

“Alright.”

I watched him leave.

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