Royalty Gone Bad
Chapter 58: 58.

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Asahd's POV:

I stood under the shower the next morning, letting the warm water rush down on my face. It was Saturday and I sure was glad I didn't have work.

I thought of the previous night and the taste of Saïda. I knew I'd pleasured her and no matter what happened, she would want more. She was going to want me more. 'I hope, cuz I want her so bad.

-Asahd, you have her. The fact that she's allowed you to do all these things to her means you already have her.

I almost have her. Noure is in the fricken picture. I need him out.'

Saïda's POV:

I stirred and turned in my bed. I opened my eyes and looked around. The first thing that popped into my mind:

'Asahd.'

I felt my cheeks burn and I slowly bit my lip. Once again, I'd spent a night dreaming about him.

'Oh gosh, the way he made me feel, yesterday. Damn.'

I shut my thighs tight, feeling that tingle in between my legs at the thought of the previous night. Of the things he could do with his tongue. 'Oh my gosh.'

I moved a little, feeling a little aroused again, like I wanted more of what had happened the previous night.

'I shouldn't have let it happen. The boundaries were crossed a long time ago and this just worsened it.

-But it's happened and I liked it. I should just deal with it. There's no turning back now. I mean, there's nothing I can do about it now.'

I rubbed my eyes and stretched, feeling quite good that morning. All thanks to Asahd. My cheeks reddened.

'He gave me my second orgasm. The best so far and it felt so good. Oh Asahd, you are driving me nuts. That's so unfair.'

My thoughts amused me a little and a little smirk drew itself on my lips. I regretted nothing still and also felt that I was falling deeper into Asahd's pit.

'I'm soooo done with. But deep down, I don't care anymore.'

I slowly got out of bed and pulled my stained sheets off the bed. I picked my panties that Asahd had removed the previous night. I reddened even more at the thought and then wore it.

Holding the wrapped bedsheets, I decided to go wash and dry them before my father saw them or so. I left the room and as I did so, I met with a freshly showered Asahd who was leaving the bathroom. He was in nothing but his towel. My father was out and had probably gone for his morning run.

"Good morning, darling," he smiled at me and my heart skipped a beat. I smiled back and approached him.

"You finally made me do the impossible. You're terrible," I raised a brow at him and he smirked.

"And I'm not sorry. You liked it?"

'Definitely.'

My cheeks reddened at my shameless thoughts but I decided not to answer him.

"I'm not saying," I mused a little.

"From your pink cheeks, I already have my answer," he muttered, stepping closer. My breath hitched. "Just to let you know."

He let his eyes slowly drop to my body and back up:

"I'm ready to do it over and over again."

My lips parted and I wanted to say something but nothing came out.

"And now that I have finally tasted you, Saïda. I want more. You're my snack now."

'I'm gonna faint, my head's spinning.'

"Well, it won't happen again," I stated to tease and see his reaction. "Because of you I have to wash my bedsheets that weren't even dirty in the first place." I rolled my eyes.

"I'll wash them anytime. As long as I'm the cause of the stains," he smirked and goosebumps again.

'He's so goddamn shameless.'

"No need. There won't be other stains," I teased, folding my arms.

"So," he chuckled and it gave me goosebumps again. "You're trying to say that you don't want it to happen again?"

'I hope it does.

-oh my gosh! What's wrong with me!'

"I don't have time to answer your silly questions," I scoffed, trying to act all tough again and walking past him but he grabbed my arm and pulled me to him.

"I can assure you one thing, Saïda," he caressed my cheek. "It'll happen again."

I was lost in his eyes for a while but then snapped out. I punched him playfully and he stepped back with a little laugh, holding his stomach.

"Dummy," I mused and rushed to the bathroom, locking the door behind me because Asahd was so capable of following me in there.

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That night, my father wasn't home. He'd gone to Manhattan for some issue and wasn't going to return that night, and so, Asahd and I were in living room, watching movies.

I lay on the couch and Asahd had snuggled up behind me on the same couch, holding me from behind. We had a little blanket to cover ourselves. I felt real warm and actually very comfortable.

Sometimes he would trail soft kisses along my cheek or neck. He was so sweet at times.

'All the time, rather.'

Nothing to do with the old Asahd at all.

As we watched the movie, his phone rang.

"Please, get that," he said.

Being closer to the little table in front of the couch, I reached out and grabbed his phone. I saw that it was Allison calling him.

'She is really too sticky.'

I felt a little irritated but then gave him his phone and stood up.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"Get some popcorn. I'll make enough," I replied and left. I was feeling a little hungry.

Asahd's POV:

I watched her leave before finally looking at my screen. It was Allison. I picked.

"Hello, dear."

"Where are you Asahd?"

I heard her dry tone and frowned a little in confusion.

"What?"

"Where the hell are you??" she repeated, annoyed.

"Home. Why? Allison what's up?"

"What's up, Asahd?? Asahd when we left work yesterday you said we would meet in our favorite restaurant tonight, for a date!"

My eyes widened in shock.

'Oh shit!'

"I tried calling throughout today but your phone's been off. I decided to still go to the restaurant and wait because I knew you would show up no matter what. I've been here for an hour and a half! And you forgot?! Asahd you forgot!"

I sat up immediately. How could I have forgotten?

"Oh my gawd. Allison, I'm so sorry. It slipped out of my mind! I—”

"I don't wanna know Asahd! You've been treating me like shit recently and I'm tired. We need to talk. Tomorrow. I'll call you before then."

And with that, she hung up. Saïda who'd just entered the room with a bowl of popcorn approached me.

"What were you apologising about?" she asked, sitting with me.

I told her about it and apparently it was funny to her because she laughed.

"You're a case," I mused at the way she laughed.

"It's hilarious," she laughed and the put popcorn in her mouth.

"Oh no," I scratched my head. "What if she breaks up with me?"

"You care?" Saïda asked surprised and turning to me.

"Kind of. She's a good person and I don't wanna hurt her."

"Already have. Get over it. And if she breaks up, it's not that bad."

I stared at Saïda in disbelief and amusement.

"Saïda you used to root for us and tell me how she would be perfect to take back to Zagreh," I mused.

"That was until she became sticky and annoying."

"I never complained or said that, Saïda," I laughed, still surprised.

"Well, I noticed it. Trust me, I was wrong. She's not for you. Cut her off. You'll probably replace someone else. So, good riddance," she ended casually, putting the bowl down and grabbing the remote to turn up the volume.

My lips twitches in amusement.

"You're jealous," I mused and she looked at me, rolling her eyes.

"You're ridiculous. I'm not. I don't say you're jealous whenever you say something bad about Noure, do I?"

"No you don't but I'm not ashamed to admit that I'm jealous," I smirked at her and she shook her head in amusement. "Admit it Saïda."

"No, cuz I'm not jealous, dummy." she mused.

"Admit it. C'mon," I poked her a little and she laughed.

"I am not."

"You are. Admit it."

I started to tickle her and make her laugh while she refused to admit the fact. She was so stubborn.

As we played, we ended up on the carpet with me on top of her. I flipped over till she was on top now.

"Admit it," I said with a smile.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she chuckled.

Giving up, I caressed her cheek and brought her face down on mine, kissing her deep.

Call me a jerk but I wasn't really affected by what I'd done to Allison. Yes it wasn't right to have her waiting for an hour but other than that, I wasn't as affected as I should've been.

I kissed Saïda, driving every other worry away. As we kissed, I let my hands slide down her back and to her butt, grabbing her and pulling her harder against me.

She moaned against my lips. Such moments always made me want to make love to her right there. The possibility always flooded my mind.

"Mm-" she slowly pulled away. "I have a movie to finish watching," she teased and immediately got off me.

"You're terrible, Saïda," I muttered, putting an arm over my face in frustration. I heard her giggle.

"It's not funny."