CHAPTER 26: 26.

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Writer’s POV:

Due to the sudden traffic on the streets, that same night, Asahd made it back to the apartment at ten

PM.

He unlocked the door and stepped in. When he didn’t see Djafar in the living room, he knew the man

had retired to bed. He was going to go to his own room, when he heard low giggles coming from

Saïda’s room. Curious, he approached her door and put his ear against it to eavesdrop.

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Asahd frowned a little, wondering who she was talking to, or with. Quietly, he opened her door and

poked his head in. She didn’t hear him at all. She was lying on her side and had her back to him. She

was on phone.

Asahd quietly approached her, amused and listening to the conversation.

“Don’t let other girls approach you, okay?” Saïda giggled. “Yeah, I mean it. I don’t care cuz you’re mine

already,” she giggled and Asahd’s brows shot up in amusement and surprise.

“Yeah,” she said in a lower voice. “I’m yours too.”

He realised that it was definitely Noure. Asahd, a mischievous smirk on his lips, lowered himself till his

lips were close to her ear and phone. She was so carried away that she didn’t realise anything.

“Baby, come to bed with me,” he suddenly said in the sexiest and most husky voice ever, loud enough

for Noure to hear and for Saïda to almost have a heart attack.

She literally shook, afraid and screamed but Asahd, who was now kneeling on the bed by her and

hovering over her, already had a hand over her mouth to muffle her terrified scream. She probably had

thought it was some bugler or stranger.

When she saw that it was him, she started breathing again and tried to pull his hand away from her

mouth but Asahd didn’t take it away.

Instead, the mischievous and playful Prince seized her phone with his other hand and put it on his ear.

"Saïda?? Saïda, my dear who was that??” a confused Noure asked, causing Asahd to wheeze and

struggle to hold back his laughter. It was so funny.

He cleared his throat lowly and answered Noure. Meanwhile Saïda was desperately trying to pull his

hand away and seize the phone back.

“Saïda can’t answer you now,” Asahd mused, looking down at a panicking Saïda.

"Why? Who are you??”

“Who are you, instead? She can’t answer, cuz she’s under me right now,” his smile grew wider in

amusement when he saw Saïda panic even more.

"What do you mean?? Give the damned phone to her!”

“What I mean is, I’m about to make her moan my name, like I always do. Make her beautiful eyes roll

back into her head while she drools at the pleasure. Saïda darling, you would love that, won’t you?”

"Give the phone to her!"

“You don’t tell me what to do. Can’t make her wait cuz she’s wet and ready. Bye.”

He hung up and burst out laughing, letting Saïda go and getting off the bed.

“Yallah! What did you do, Asahd?! What is wrong with you! Oh my!” she panicked and hurriedly

grabbed her phone. She tried to call Noure back but the network was disturbing a little.

“Asahd!” she squealed in disbelief, her eyes wide and a hand over her mouth, “Do you know what

you’ve done?? He’ll think I’m cheating! Yallah, Asahd what the hell?!”

Asahd was coughing and choking in his laughter.

“Asahd, that’s so cruel!” Saïda mused, though she was actually panicking too.

“That was so good! You should’ve heard the fear in his voice.”

“Asahd! You are terrible!”

Just then, her phone rang. It was amusing when all of a sudden, they both launched for the phone,

Asahd jumping on the bed to get it. But Saïda was closer and fast enough. She grabbed it and ran to a

corner, picking the call.

“Hello, Noure??”

"Saïda, who was that? What was that about??”

“Nothing! Noure it was Asahd playing stupid games. I swear. I’m sorry.”

Asahd who was lying on his sides, on her bed with his arm holding his head up, watched her try to

explain things, a happy smile on.

"That boy has an issue. What Prince, acts like that??”

“Forget about it. He was just pulling my legs. I’ll call you later, okay? I have to warm the food.”

"Okay, my dear. He is such an idiot.”

“Let it be, please. I call you back,” she hung up and gave Asahd a surprised stare, making him smirk.

“Asahd, are you serious??”

“I heard him call me an idiot over that phone,” Asahd mused. “When you call back, tell him he’s a

dumbass and that I’m gonna smash his future wife. Or I’ll just get his number and tell him myself.”

“Asahd! Shut up! You’re unbelievable! You scared the hell out of me,” she exclaimed and rubbed her

forehead, her fingers a little shaky from her anxiety and panic.

“I got him good. I’m so happy with myself.”

Saïda rolled her eyes in amusement.

“So that was your little revenge, huh?”

“Hell no. That was just a joke,” Asahd chuckled and got off the bed.

“What?! Asahd, cut it out,” Saïda couldn’t believe her ears.

“I’m serious,” he mused. “Have you had dinner?”

“No. I was on phone.”

“Good. We’ll dine together. There’s this girl and colleague I have to tell you about.”

“Ooou, I love girl problems. I’ll warm the food, go shower.”

“Okay, mommy.”

“Ugh. I cringe whenever you call me that. Mom sounds better,” she mused. “How would you feel if I

called you daddy?”

He turned to her, a mischievous smirk on his lips and a brow raised.

“You really wanna know? That stuff is kinda sexy and kinky. I’ll feel good as hell. Makes me feel like the

man.”

“You are even stranger than what I thought. Get the hell out,” she laughed.

“Alright. I’ll shower quick.”

“Okay.”

***

“So, she clearly asked you out. Though it’s just to hang out. But it definitely means she likes you seeing

how disappointed she was when the others ruined her plans, and how glad she was when you invited

her for Sunday.” Saïda said, cutting the meat in her plate.

“She’s nice. I just wanted to make her feel comfortable,” Asahd replied and put food in his mouth.

Saïda stared at him for a short while.

“Will you accept to date her, if she asks you to?” she asked, surprising Asahd.

“I didn’t think of that.”

“But would you?”

“Honestly, she’s not my type. But I do appreciate her. She’s a little timid and if she gathers the courage

to actually ask me to date her like you say, I might try to be with her.”

“Meaning you’ll probably accept and though you don’t like her just yet, you’ll see if you’ll eventually start

doing so once in the relationship?”

“Yup.”

“Honestly, I hope she does ask you out. So you finally learn to have a stable and good relationship.”

“I’m supposed to he offended by that, but it’s the truth,” Asahd laughed.

“And who knows? If it gets deep and sincere between both of you, you can present her to your parents,

once back in Zagreh. That is, if she wants.”

“Yeah, probably. We’ll see what happens.”

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