Royalty Gone Bad
Chapter 52: 52. No Resistance

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Writer's POV:

A new week began and it was back to work. Saïda had started avoiding being in the same room, alone with Asahd. This amused the mischievous Prince who seemed to be having a good time. He allowed her to believe she could run away for some time. He had no worries. Asahd had always been very confident. He knew that he'd already seduced Saïda and that she would soon be in his arms, without wanting to run or escape.

Meanwhile, never had Saïda been so confused in her life. She was even more attracted to Asahd and it was scaring her. She avoided him just because she thought it was the right thing to do. Fact was, if he cornered her one more time, she would give up all resistance.

'What resistance?? I'm so weak around him. I don't even try to resist! I'm always paralyzed like an idiot. Asahd kisses me when he wants and how he wants. I never do anything about it because deep down I like how it makes me feel. I'm so shameless. I can't believe this is me. But I'm not going to lie to myself either. I know what's going on and I replace it so hard to stop.'

Saïda was lost in her thoughts as she cleaned the shelves in the store where she worked. She remembered what Asahd had done to her the famous night when she was on phone with Noure. The thought made her breathless all of sudden, goosebumps covering her skin.

'I'm not avoiding him because I don't want it to happen again. I want it to happen again, yet I'm avoiding him because if I let it happen again, I'll give up a lot. Who am I kidding? I'm at a level where if Asahd touches me one more time, it's the end of me. It's not fair to Noure because I like it. And that's why I have to stay away from him.

Asahd what have you done to me? I don't understand my own body and feelings anymore. Look what you've done to me. And the worse part is that I like it. I know I do. It's like I can't fight it that's why I have to run from him. He's left me alone recently but I know he'll try again. I have to avoid him so he doesn't. But what if he does? Then I'm finished. I'm so weak around him. I've never been this physically, emotionally and psychologically weak around any man. Not even Noure. I'm always paralysed.'

Saïda snapped out of her very long thoughts, swallowing. It was a fact she already knew. If Asahd cornered her again, she knew she was finished. The only thing she could do now was avoid being alone with him though she liked it when they were alone and he would corner her.

She shut her eyes tight, they were prickling and her thoughts were fucked up because of Asahd.

"Gosh, he's driving me nuts," she muttered to herself. "I will never understand how it got to this level."

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"Thank you for the tips, ladies," Asahd said through the window with a smile, making the teenage girls in their car, giggle. "Enjoy your snacks and see you next time."

Unlike Saïda, he was in a perfectly perfect mood.

"Definitely," the one in driver's seat smiled and started the car.

"Forgot to ask your name," another smirked at him.

“Asahd,” he replied with his best smile. They sure felt the goosebumps.

"Asahd," all four girls repeated.

"An Arab Prince," one mused. If only they knew.

"Indeed," the main one agreed. "Bye Asahd."

They waved at him and drove off. Asahd happily turned to the inside.

"Woohoo! Twenty dollars for a tip! I'm rich," he chuckled and showed it to Allison before putting it in his pocket.

Allison gave him a little smile, a forced one which faded immediately and she returned to frying the chicken. "Hey, what's up? You mad at me or something?" he mused.

"Maybe."

"Why? Because the female customers always give me huge tips?" he joked but she didn't laugh.

"You flirt with them. That's different," she stated dryly and Asahd stared at her in amusement.

"That's why you're angry? Ally I do that for tips, chill," he laughed.

"Asahd I don't replace it funny," she stopped what she was doing and turned to him.

"Girl, what's up with that?" he asked with wide eyes. "When I started working here, you all told me that most of you flirted with the customers around our age group or so, to get huge tips. True or false, Allison?"

"Asahd that's-"

"Ally, true or false??" Asahd cut in. Allison sighed and rubbed her forehead.

"True."

"Case closed, darling!" he rolled his eyes and threw his hands in the air.

Allison shook her head and went back to what she was doing. She didn't look happy or convinced at all. Asahd stared at her for a short while.

'Great. She's still angry and now I have to flatter. What did I so wrong?? Girls.'

"Okay. I'm sorry, darling," he approached her and hugged her from behind.

"I don't like the way you just spoke to me, Asahd. You were almost yelling at me," she complained.

"I'm sorry. I'm very sorry, okay? I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I just flirt with them for work. It's nothing serious. You're a witness that I always tear the towels and papers on which they write their numbers. You're a good friend to me and I don't want to hurt you."

"Friend and?"

"Girlfriend," Asahd added in amusement.

Allison turned with a smile on, now.

"Fine. Forgiven," she smiled and pecked him on the lips.

"There," he returned to his business.

***

That night, back home and after showering, Asahd joined Djafar and Saïda in the living room.

"Lemme go warm the food," Saïda said, standing.

"I should come help you," Asahd proposed with a smile.

"No. Don't bother," Saïda immediately replied. "You bother me a lot." she added as if joking and left.

Asahd smiled knowingly and turned to Djafar.

"So, how was your day my dear Djafar??" he asked happily.

"Fine, fine. Your parents said they would call you. Did they?"

"Yes, yes. I must say I miss them very much," he said in a more serious tone. "Anyways, my own day was quite cool. I got a lot of tips. Added to my salary, I made a hundred dollars today. Well, seventy because I gave you the thirty dollars I'm supposed to everyday. I'm still very happy though."

"That's great. I'm quite proud you're doing great."

"Aaaawn how sweet," he cooed playfully and Djafar laughed. He had the lively, stubborn and fun Asahd back. Every bitterness seemed to have disappeared. And honestly, it had.

Later than same night, Saïda was busy washing the dishes as fast as possible so she would be out of the kitchen and locked in her room before her father went to sleep. Sorry, but her plans were ruined.

"I'm off to bed," Djafar told Asahd with a yawn. "Tell Saïda I said goodnight."

"Count on me," Asahd smiled and waved the man goodnight. Asahd waited for five more minutes after Djafar was gone before sneaking his way to the kitchen. Saïda was in trouble.

She'd just rinsed the last plate when Asahd entered and said:

"Your father said, goodnight."

She gasped a little and turned in surprise to a smiling Asahd.

"Oh, I scared you? My bad," he mused, closing the door behind him. He started approaching her.

"Um no," she smiled nervously, trying to act like everything was okay. "I'm off to bed too. Bye."

With that, she held her breath and rushed past him. What did she expect? In no time, he'd wrapped her waist form behind and carried her back to himself. The act had surprised Saïda so much that it amused her. She ended up laughing a little.

"Where are you going so fast?" Asahd mused.

She wriggled out of his grip and tried to run to the door but he was faster and made it first, leaning against the closed door.

Saïda placed a hand over her eyes in frustration.

"Asahd, please. I'm begging you. Let me go," she muttered weakly, some part of her amused and another worried.

"I'm not holding you, Saïda," was the mischievous Prince's reply.

"Please, I want to get out of this kitchen, Asahd. Pleaseee."

Asahd chuckled a little.

"Sure. Come pull me away from the door."

"How? You're heavier and stronger than me. Yalah Asahd, please don't do this to me right now," she finally opened her eyes and put her palms together to beg. She looked so nervous and a little scared. It made Asahd laugh.

"I won't bite. And I won't make it hard for you to pull me. But it's either you pull me away or nothing."

"Oh gawd." Saïda muttered and sat down on a chair instead, even more frustrated.

"I have all the time of the world. We can stay here all night. Fine by me," Asahd mused.

Saïda wanted to disappear, cry, laugh, scream and faint all at the same time.

'He's not going anywhere. I'm done.'

She thought, her heart sinking.

'I can't stay here forever. Let me try. Maybe he'll let me out. Maybe he's just teasing.

-Who am I kidding??'

Holding her breath, she stood.

"Fine. Please, don't do anything stupid," she begged.

"I'll try."

"Oh gawd," she rubbed her forehead and after taking a deep breath, she approached him.

Immediately she grabbed his wrist and tried to pull him away from the door, Asahd pulled her into his arms so fast, wrapping her up like an octopus would. Saïda had gasped in surprise. She'd kind of expected it but he'd done it so fast that it still surprised her.

"Asahd, please don't," she muttered, fake sobs escaping her lips.

"Don't what?" he smirked at her and before she could reply, he had his lips down on hers.

'I'm done for good.'

Saïda thought as she melted in his arms.

The kiss was short and he raised his head to look her in the eyes, a knowing smile on his lips and a mischievous look in his beautiful eyes.

"Tell me you don't like it," he whispered, his gaze dropping to her parted lips and back up. "And I'll stop."

Saïda was speechless. She wanted it! She wanted him! The last bit of resistance she had, he'd sucked up in a single short kiss. And he knew it. He knew she'd crashed.

"I- I hate you for this," she murmured in a soft whisper.

Of course she didn't mean that. It was just another way of saying that Asahd had finished her.

Asahd smirked.

"That's not what I asked you to say."

And with that, his lips were back on hers. This time, his tongue wrestled slowly with hers and made love to her mouth.

'Oh I wanted this...'

Both thought, carried away by their sensual, passionate kiss. Asahd's kiss was enough to make her knees weak and her heart palpitate.

At a point, he let her go and held her face in his hands, to kiss her better, giving him better access to her warm mouth. Saïda moaned softly against him, completely carried away. Her arms slowly wrapped around his waist without her realising.

They sure were carried away with that kiss. Saïda kissed him like she'd never done before.

Asahd let his hands trail down her arms, waist, ass and to the back of her thighs. He gripped them and carried her, making her wrap her legs around him and her arms around his neck, running her fingers through his hair.

When they were both breathless and their hearts threatened to burst out of their chests, they slowly parted. They stayed like that, eyes closed, foreheads and noses touching, for a while before opening their

eyes.

"I hate you for this, Asahd," Saïda whispered, breathlessly. She placed a soft peck on his pretty lips, her hand caressing his cheek gently. "So, so much."

"I know," Asahd whispered back with a little smile. Then he kissed her forehead.