Royalty Gone Bad

Chapter 21: 21. Parties & Calls

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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. novelbin

′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.

I left and was going to look for Derrick, 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 nowhere.

“Where you going?!” she asked over the loud music, smiling at me.

“Looking for Derrick!”

“He’s dancing! You should do same! C’mon!” she grabbed my wrist before I could say anything and led

me into the crowd of dancing people.

We stopped in the middle and she started dancing, eventually convincing me into dancing with her.

Everything was fine until she started to twerk on me. Like, the shameless type of dancing. I wasn’t

going to push her away, was I?

She was 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 to play.

As we danced in a quite dirty manner, I was caught off guard when she wrapped her arms around my

neck and pulled me in for a kiss. She literally forced 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 pull away.

’Is it by force?!′

“Oow! Mmmm Brittany– you’re hurting me!” I managed to muffle words through the torturing kiss.

I grabbed her arms and forcefully pulled them off. I slowly pushed her away but she had my lower lip in

between her teeth and pulled on it as I pushed her away.

“Let go of my lip,” I managed to mutter the words as she had a firm grip on it with her teeth. If I pulled

away, she would hurt me real bad.

She managed to giggle drunkenly, her teeth still gripping my lip.

′What in the world is happening?!′

“Brittany, I'm serious. You’re hurting me” I said and she finally let me go with a little laugh.

“Is it just me or your lips taste like candy?” she laughed drunkenly and tried to touch my face but I

slapped the hell out of her hand and off my face.

“What is wrong with you?!” I asked with wide eyes. “Like what the hell??”

“Chill. I was kidding,” she rolled her eyes, finding it hard to stand straight.

′Crazy bitch alert.′

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

“Bye!” I exclaimed and turned to leave but she grabbed my arm and made me face her.

“Who do– do you think you are?” she stopped and burped a little. “To reject me? You’re such a

pampered kid. You behave like one. Do you know the guys out there that want me?”

“I don’t give shit,” I scoffed and walked away, traumatised.

Saïda’s POV:

“I miss you too, so bad,” I whispered into the little mic of my earphones.

"I miss you too, my darling. It’s already hard enough for me to wait for you to finish your training before

I can finally marry you. And now they’ve sent you away for I don’t know how long,” I heard him reply in

his smooth and gentle voice.

Who was I kidding? I was falling in love with him. My crush and like for Noure was turning into

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

very close future indeed.

It’d been forbidden for 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 each other.

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

impatient to finally seal things up with him.

“Don’t worry, it wouldn’t be for long. I promise. We’ll be back soon enough. Once Asahd attains the goal

we want him to, we’ll be back.”

"You refuse to tell me what it’s about. Why?”

“Because it’s a Royal confidentiality, Noure,” I replied.

"Hmmm. Okay. That billy goat of a Prince always gets in our way,” he mused and I laughed.

“True.”

"I honestly don’t like his dumb self.”

“He’s not dumb, Noure. Spoiled, yes.”

"You’re defending him now?” he chuckled. "You used to give him names and insults, worse than that.”

“I know right. We made peace and both decided to stop the little war. Everything’s fine so far.”

"That’s surprising!” he laughed and I joined him.

“I have to sleep now.”

"Sleep tight, my darling.”

I smiled and felt my cheeks burn.

“I will.”

We hung up and my heart was threatening to swell and burst. I was falling.

Just then, I noticed I’d received a text from Asahd. I read it and replied with an:

-Okay-

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