Royalty Gone Bad novel Chapter 100

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Saïda’s POV:

I turned in bed and opened my eyes. The sunlight from the balcony, almost blinding me. I stretched and smiled, remembering where I was.

′Cancun.′

I stretched again and turned in search of Asahd. He wasn’t by me. I immediately sat up and rubbed my eyes.

“Asahd??” I called but got no reply.

I opened my eyes again and looked around. I suddenly noticed the tray of delicious breakfast by the bed. I smiled to myself.

′He’s the sweetest.′

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After eating and freshening up, I left the room and went downstairs in search of my husband.

′It feels so good to refer to him as my husband.

It still seems unreal.′

The house was even more beautiful during the day. Asahd had opened all curtains and light shown in beautifully from the outside.

I went towards one of the back doors. I stared out of the glass and spotted Asahd lying out on the veranda, staring at the beach and water that were right below the little hill on which the villa was built.

I smiled and opened the door before stepping out. I approached him, but he didn’t notice. He had an arm over his eyes, protecting them from the already hot morning sun, and relaxing. He was shirtless and in nothing but a pair of stripped jeans, yet, he always managed to look good in the simplest clothes.

“Hello, honey,” I said and he immediately looked in my direction.

His smile warmed my heart.

“My wifey,” he cooed, stretching both arms forward, and I giggled. I rushed to him and he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me onto his lap. I immediately kissed him.

“I looked for you, the moment I woke up,” I muttered, kissing him again. I was so in love with Asahd.

“I woke up early and didn’t want to bother you,” he replied, caressing my cheek. I smiled at him.

“I saw the breakfast you made. You’re a darling. Thank you.”

He smiled back.

“Anything for you.”

I giggled and put my head on his chest.

“If you keep being this nice, I’ll have to lock you up forever,” I mused and he chuckled.

“Why?”

“So no one else tries to take you away from me,” I admitted with red cheeks. He smiled and kissed my hand.

“I don’t need you to be nice. My love for you is enough reason to make me lock you up, so no one tries to take you away from me,” he chuckled. “I realised I can go full psycho mode when in love and jealous.”

I chuckled.

“So, you own me?” I mused.

“Hell yeah. I put in way too much effort and took many risks to get you. I’m definitely not letting you go,” he smirked and lowered his head to peck me.

“Well, I’m not letting you go either,” I snuggled up against him.

Asahd’s POV:

I rubbed her back gently. She was just so soft and fragile.

While we lay comfortably, there was a sudden knock on one of the back doors and we sat up. I turned and there was a man and woman in uniform at the door.

“Good morning, sir, ma’am. Welcome,” they said. I guessed who they were.

“Oh, good morning,” I stood and went to them.

“I’m the chef that will be in charge of cooking your meals and making the best cocktails for you,” the man said.

“And I’m in charge of keeping the house, as well as your belongings, clean.”

“That’s good to know. Thank you. Will you be here from morning to night, or?” I asked.

“We’ll be coming at seven every morning and leave at seven PM, unless you request that we leave earlier.”

“Alright, alright,” I smiled. “Forgive my manners. I’m Asahd Usaïd, and,”

I turned to Saïda and motioned her over. She joined me and greeted them.

“This is my wife, Saïda.”

“Welcome,” they smiled at her.

“Thank you.”

They eventually excused themselves and left. I turned to Saïda.

“Let’s go visit town, first,” I proposed with a smile.

“I agree.”

Saïda went to put her sandals on, and Asahd a shirt.

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Writer’s POV:

The couple drove through the beautiful Cancun in their open car. The place was beautiful. They were completely surrounded by a body of blue/turquoise waters.

“Wow it’s so beautiful, Asahd,” Saïda cooed as they drove on a road that permitted them to see the beautiful and populated beaches, all full of tourists like themselves.

“I agree.”

Saïda sure was happy. She put her head down on the top of the sport car’s door. It was an open car, having no top. The wind blew in her hair and against her face. Mixed with the bright sun, it caused an appeasing feeling in her.

She stared at the beautiful surroundings. The beaches, buildings, different tourists that walked about town.

′This place is amazing.′

She turned to look at Asahd, who had his eyes on the road. She giggled a little and he glanced real quick at her.

“What?” he mused, looking at the road again.

“You look so cool,” she chuckled. “Wind in your hair, open shirt and black shades. Movie star stuff.”

Asahd laughed.

“I know right,” he replied and she laughed too, rolling her eyes.

“You’re gonna make me feel proud,” she mused.

“Why? Because your husband is the coolest dude you know?” he said in a playful and proud manner.

“Mhm,” Saïda laughed and he joined her.

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Asahd made her visit a few beautiful sites, for tourists. They would visit all the others in the days to come, but for their first day, they visited only two places.

They had a great time. Plus, the villa they had rented was owned by an hotel. One of the bests, there. Just like all other clients of the hotel, they too were invited to the parties organised for tourists and other fun activities.

That afternoon, after visiting fun places, they went to the main hotel and had lunch.

The hotel’s restaurant was very chic and full of tourists. They took a table and ordered.

“The heat out there, is crazy,” Asahd said, blowing his shirt.

“I know right. But there’s an AC in here. We’ll be feeling better soon. We just got here,” Saïda said.

“Right.”

“Can we go visit one of the beaches after this?” she asked with a smile.

“Public ones?”

“Yeah. Not to swim. Just to walk around and see,” she replied.

“Hmm. Okay. But right after, we go to the villa. We’ll swim and relax there, since you don’t want to do so in public,” the prince mused.

Saïda smiled at him.