Royalty Gone Bad

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Asahd’s POV:

The later it got, the crazier, things seemed to get. Everyone was drunk or making out. The partying was nonstop.

I’d ended up dancing with quite a number of girls and it did me good to stop thinking about my new and ugly life.

I was tipsy from the few drinks I had and I knew there was no way I was going to drive myself back home in such a state.

I took my phone out and texted Saïda, hoping she was still up to see it. I said I wasn’t going to make it back that night and that they would only be seeing me the next morning.

I got no reply and guessed she was asleep.

′Man, I gotta pee.′

I looked around and made my way through the dancing and drunk crowd, going in search of toilets.

I finally found them and so I got in to take a pee. I halted, shocked to see a few mates, gathered around the sink and taking turns to sniff some powder that was probably cocaine or so.

“Hey, want some?” a girl who’d just sniffed her share, asked drunkenly. “It’s now or never, honey. There’s enough for everyone! Woooo!” she could barely stand straight.

I’d done a lot of things in my life, but never had I sniffed or smoked a drug of any kind. I’d swallowed ecstasy once that it’d left me in a terrible mess. I’d woken up the next morning with four girls, complete strangers, in my bed! We’d definitely had fun the previous night but what had scared the hell out of me was that I didn’t remember where I’d met those girls or where I’d picked them up.

My first reaction had been to drive them away, shower and then rush to the hospital to make sure I’d not acquired some STD or whatsoever because I’d not remembered using protection or whatsoever.

Luckily, I’d come out STD free and when I returned to my room, I realised that I’d actually used protection. But still, that was an experience I didn’t want, to repeat itself.

“No thanks.”

I knew they weren’t ready to leave the toilets but because I really had to go, I ignored them and freed myself.

because he was one of the people I felt comfortable with, amongst my colleagues, but then I was stopped by Brittany who appeared in front of me from

she asked over the

“Looking for Derrick!”

before I

in the middle and she started dancing, eventually convincing me into dancing with her. Everything was fine until she

all over me like I was some pole. Though it amused me, it turned me on as f. If she wanted to play, I was willing

her lips on mine, her tongue succeeding to enter my mouth, surprising me. She kissed me slow yet rough. I tried to pull away but the way she had her arms wrapped tight around me, hurt my neck. It hurt more and more whenever I tried to

’Is it by force?!′

I managed

I slowly pushed her away but she had my lower

the words as she had a firm grip on it with her teeth. If I

giggle drunkenly, her teeth still gripping my

in the

me” I said and she finally let me go with a little

and tried to touch my

wrong with you?!” I asked

she rolled her eyes, finding it hard to stand

′Crazy bitch alert.′

was officially cancelled. She’d scared the hell out of

exclaimed and turned to leave but she grabbed my

You’re such a pampered kid. You behave like one. Do

I scoffed and walked

Saïda’s POV:

you too, so bad,” I whispered into

finish your training before I can finally marry you. And now they’ve sent you away for

into something serious, which was perfect because he was my promised husband. My future husband. A very

betrothed lovers to be in contact when their engagement ceremony was fast approaching, but Noure and I didn’t care. We secretly called and texted

every single night since we’d arrived New York. I wasn’t going to lie to myself. I was