Royalty Gone Bad

Chapter 61: 61. Promise

Writer’s POV:

That night, after having dinner altogether in Djafar’s suite, Saïda and Asahd wished him a good night

and returned to theirs.

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"We missed you my darling. Can’t wait to see you again,” the Queen told her son over the phone.

“I missed you very much too, mother. And I still do. I’m so happy I’ll be back with you and my father real

soon,” Asahd smiled. “I have a lot to discuss with you. I’m so glad.”

"We are too, over here. I’ll ask that your best meals be made for your arrival tomorrow.”

“Thank you very much. I’ll be needing them,” he chuckled. “I’ve lost so much weight momma.”

"Oh no, don’t tell me that.”

“For real. I can almost see my ribs.” Asahd mused. No matter how old he was, he remained his

mother’s baby.

"God forbid. You’ll be all plumpy once you return. I’ll make sure that happens,” she mused.

“You’re the best,” he smiled to himself. “I love you, mother.”

The Queen was silent for a short while. Those were words that Asahd had not said to her or his father

in a long while.

“I love you too, my dear. Very much.”

Asahd felt warm on the inside, like some other weight had been removed from his shoulders. He

thought of only one thing, going back and apologising to his parents face to face, for all the harm he’d

caused them. He regretted his past behaviour and wanted to cherish his parents more for as long as

they lived.

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Meanwhile...

Saïda had just spoken with her closest friends back in Zagreh. They were all already happy and excited

for her return. She too was very happy to be reuniting with them. She’d missed Zagreh so much.

Right after, she called her ‘boyfriend’, Noure, to let him know. She’d kept the secret from him so far.

"Hello, my love?”

“Hey darling. How are you?” she asked, smiling to herself.

"I’m fine, dear. And even better now that I’m speaking with you.”

“Aaaw.” she giggled. “Guess what.”

"What?”

“I’ll be arriving Zagreh tomorrow.” she said happily.

"What?? Saïda, are you serious??”

“Yes!” she laughed.

"Yalah! This is amazing! Finally, my darling. I can’t wait to finally see you again. I missed you!”

“I missed you too.”

"Well, I better start preparing to pay your dowry. I’ve already bought some things.”

“D– dowry?” Saïda frowned a bit.

"Yes. I have to give them to your family, the day I engage you. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten tradition

already.” he mused.

“No I haven’t. That’s great.”

"I know right! Soon we’ll be married. Wonderful. I can’t wait to have you for myself and only myself.

Have you carry my name so every one knows that you’re forever taken.”

“Wow...” was all Saïda replied. For some reason she ignored, Noure’s sentence had scared her a little.

“I can’t wait too– um. I have to sleep now, love. So I would be fit for tomorrow. Goodnight sweetheart.”

"Goodnight, dear. I love you.”

“Love you too,” she ended and hung up.

She lay on her back and stared at the beautiful and expensive looking ceiling of her suite. It was a big

room with everything one could ever ask for. Normal, it wasn’t a five star hotel for nothing.

She sat up and grabbed her purse. She opened it and pulled out a little picture of herself and Noure

together. It was taken a few weeks before she and her father came to New York with Asahd. She

looked so happy on it. She smiled at the little photograph and then:

’Asahd.′

She thought with a heavy chest. She thought of all that had happened between them for the past days

and weeks.

′I should go and see him.′

She dropped the photograph and left her room. Luckily, they were on the same floor and so she just

had to walk a few doors down the corridor.

Saïda’s POV:

I reached his door and before I could knock, it opened. He appeared on the other side, very surprised

to see me. And then he smiled and I rubbed the goosebumps that had started to cover my arms.

“I was coming to see you,” he started.

“Guess we had the same idea. But I got here first,” I chuckled a little.

“Yeah,” he reached out and grabbed my hand. “Come in.”

He led me in and closed the door behind us. I went to sit on his bed and he joined me.

“I wanted to speak with you,” I started, feeling nervous and avoiding his beautiful eyes.

“Yes?” he replied lowly.

I cleared my throat and took a deep breath.

“We’re going back to Zagreh, Asahd. And there is no way what happened between us here, should

repeat itself there,” I muttered, finally looking up at him.

He was silent for a short while.

“Why?” he finally asked, as casual as ever.

“Are you serious, Asahd?” I nervously rubbed my head, feeling my cheeks burn. “Because as I return,

I’ll be with Noure. Preparations for our engagement will start and I don’t want what happened between

us here, to continue there. I won’t let it because I owe Noure some respect. You understand?”

Asahd stared at me and I could’ve sworn that the look in his eyes was that of amusement. I hoped not.

I needed him to take what I was saying, seriously.

“But what happened between us, Saïda?” he asked. “To me, what happened is something we can’t

ignore anymore. Something we both don’t wanna forget.”

“I want to forget. And I can only do so if you stay away from me, once there. You understand?” I felt so

frustrated. “Asahd, I don’t understand the sudden influence you have over me. I wish I wasn’t this weak

around you. But unfortunately, I am. I admit it. I don’t know what’s happening to me. I try to fight it but

immediately you touch me, I feel like all resistance in me is drained.”

I explained with hurt in my voice but to my surprise, he smiled a little, clearly amused.

“Asahd, it’s not funny. I need you to stay away from me, once there. Please.”

He stared, still amused.

“Saïda, I can’t promise you that. Sorry not sorry,” he finally said.

“Oh gawd,” I buried my face in my palms with mixed feelings of frustration and anxiety.

“I see what’s been happening between us as something more serious, Saïda. Not just some stupid fun.

It never was a game to me. I actually have sincere and deep feelings for you, Saïda,” he said, very

serious now.

“No. Don’t say that.”

“It’s a fact. I’m falling more and more for you and there’s no way, I’m letting you go.”

“Asahd, stop,” I stood, feeling even more frustrated. “Asahd we’re going back to reality! To our lives!

Noure is my future, okay?”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“Then what am I?” he mused.

“Asahd, you’re a Prince! And a very good friend I should’ve never allowed to touch me in the first

place.”

“Oh, don’t you dare do that to me,” he gave me a sarcastic laugh. “Too late to friendzone me. There’s

no fricken way that I’m gonna sit my ass down and be your friend and nothing else. I’m–” he ran a hand

over his face. “You can’t understand. I’m already crazy over you, Saïda. You’ve made me feel things no

other girl has. That’s a sign to me. I don’t care what you think. You say Noure’s your future. I don’t

believe that shit. I will be your better future, Saïda.”

There was a lump in my throat and I almost felt like crying for a second. It seemed I was talking to a

wall.

“What the hell do you mean?? Asahd, we’re impossible in Zagreh. I have to marry Noure. I want to.”

“That’s what you think,” he mused, staring at his fingernails like he was admiring them.

“Why are you like this?? Can’t you understand me??” I cried.

“Can’t you understand me, Saïda?” he asked, raising his voice a little and with a hint of hurt in his tone.

It surprised me and I was speechless for a while.

“Do I mean that much to you?” I muttered.

“Yes,” he replied, running his fingers through his hair in frustration.

“Then prove it.”

He looked up at me.

“Asahd, please stay away from me once we get back to Zagreh. Do it for my reputation Asahd, I’m

begging you. Do it for my father. Do it for me!” my eyes watered a little.

He was silent for a while and I knew I’d touched him. He stood and approached me.

“Saïda–”

“Asahd, promise,” I cut in, wiping my eyes.

“Alright,” he caressed my cheek and looked me in the eyes. My heart skipped a beat. I wanted him so

bad and it hurt. But I also knew all this would lead us no where and had to end. It was impossible in

Zagreh and I had to accept the fact.

“But under one condition.”

“What?”

“Let me have you in my arms one last time, tonight. Let me kiss and caress you for the last time.” he

whispered and tried to kiss me but I stepped back.

“Asahd,” I gasped a little, my heart threatened to burst out of my chest.

“It’s either that,” his eyes stared into mine like he was going to suck my soul out. “Or you can forget my

promise, Saïda.”

My heart skipped a beat and I found it hard to breathe. He stepped closer and held my face in his

hands. He lowered his head and I let him peck me on the lips.

“Promise,” I muttered.

“I promise,” he then let his lips down on me again. I let his warm tongue into my mouth and he kissed

me deep.

Asahd’s POV:

’I’m sorry Saïda. But there’s no way I’m keeping that fucken promise. No way. I meant it when I said I

would make you mine. And I would.′

I thought as I kissed her deeper, deriving that satisfaction that only she could give me, making me

moan into her warm mouth.

′With a kiss, you drive me wild. And you think I’ll let you marry the other guy? No way. I’ll make you

mine. Even if I have to marry you myself.′

I let my hands slide down her back and grab her ass, making her whimper against my lips. There was

no way I was going to keep my promise.

I grabbed the back of her knees and carried her, making her wrap her legs around me.

I turned and carefully put her down on the bed, me on top of her. I wanted to make love to her but there

was no way she was going to let me.

As we kissed, I sent my hands underneath her T-shirt and unclasped her bra. She gasped and tried to

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“I won’t touch them, or see them,” I reassured her immediately and kissed her before she could say

something else. It was a strapless bra and I pulled it out from underneath her T-shirt. I could now feel

her soft buns press against my chest, covered by the thin fabric of her T-shirt.

I kissed my way down to her heaving chest. I could see her nipples print through her T-shirt. I wanted to

see them so bad, but couldn’t.

My mouth watered and I immediately took her covered right nipple into my mouth. She moaned softly

and arched her back a little. I suckled on it. It was so hard and pointed that it made things real easy for

me, though covered by her T-shirt. I suckled roughly in it, making her moan continuously. That part of

her T-shirt had completely been soaked by my mouth. I even took the covered nipple in between my

teeth and pulled a little, making her moan softly and raise her hips, tightening them around my waist.

I let my hand slide down in between her bodies and to the waistband of her skirt and then panties. I

raised my head and kissed her again.

I slid my fingers into her panties and parted her soft folds. She gasped against my lips when with my

fingers, I rubbed her in between.

I just loved how wet she was for me, every single time.

She moaned softly and raised her hips when I began to stroke her swollen clit. At the same time, I had

her other nipple in my mouth. I rubbed her faster and she started to grind against my fingers.

“Ohhh~” she moaned softly.

I kissed her pretty lips.

“Will you come for me? One more time.” I kissed her again, “Come for me and moan my name one

more time, Saïda.”

I rubbed her even faster and her breathing was even more raged. She started to grind faster against

me, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me deep.

I rubbed her even faster and I could feel her become more wet.

“Aah~” she moaned, raising her hips and grinding faster.

“Come...”

“Ohhh! Asahd!” she gasped and arched her back, her head falling back. I kissed the center of her neck

an her orgasm hit her. I continued to rub her, feeling my fingers get soaked.

“Asahd! Yessss~” she moaned and it was like sweet music.

She quieted down and we kissed deep. I raised my head and looked her in the eyes. She was

breathless and her face was flushed.

“Y– you see what you do to me all the time?” she muttered. “I can’t control myself around you. Please,

Asahd. Stay away from me. Promise me.”

I smiled and kissed her forehead.

“I promise.”

′My foot!′

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