How The Prince fell in Love

Chapter Twenty (The Royal Wedding)

1 Day Before

I was out the entire day, meaning I didn't have a minute to see Asim. It was just so hectic around, and the dress needed to be checked again to make sure that there will be no disaster. The flowers needed to be checked on, the ball i which the after party will be held at. My makeup artist wanted to make sure that her plan is absolutely flawless. And despite all of the busy minutes, I couldn't help but think of my realization yesterday as I dozed off.

I couldn't help but think of how we had actually made love, not just have sex like our first time. Of how much we talked as we were tingled in the most intimate way after our display of raw affection. It wasn't about getting me pregnant anymore, it was all about the love and the intimacy.

The affections.

I knew I looked good in the dress, and that had hit me hard instead of comfort me. I wished at that moment that me and Asim weren't actually married a lot before our wedding. But maybe that was a good thing, because back then when we had just married, we didn't even get along.

I just imagined a life with me plus Asim, minus his family, plus a good place away from all of the eyes, and it was the perfect image.

But I had to say that if that happened, then there will be absolutely nothing to do. In my eyes, imperfection is perfect.

That's why I fell in love with the fucked up royalty.... He just wasn't as fucked up anymore.

I woke up, or Aisha woke me up at 8 a.m, which was the hardest thing I did. I was so tiered and I slept really late yesterday. And now it's 4 p.m and I had just finished satisfying my stomach with junk food from the mini fridge in the room. And was so ready to doze off, so I did.

And even though it was damned annoying when I felt a hand shaking me, I still opened my eyes knowing that no one dared to wake me up other than my fucked up royalty.

"Rise and shine sleeping beauty, it's already 7 p.m." He mocked me with his knowing smirk.

I didn't respond as I tried to ignore his presence and fall back in my happy state of dreamless sleep, but he was very determined on making my eyes wide open.

"Asim!" I whinnied lowly. "I'm tiered."

"If you don't wake up, I'll have to do stuff that will force you to wake up."

I though that his tone indicated yet another session full of me moaning and him groaning, but I wa sorely mistaken. I closed my eyes again.

And not a minutes later, I was wet. And it wasn't the good wet either!

He threw a bucket full of water over my head, and pulled me out of bed from my ankles, dragging me till I reached the edge and then tossed me up on his shoulder. I was still so shocked at what he did that I actually started yelling.

He just laughed and kept on walking until we reached the closet and he placed me on the ground with a smirk on his face.

I glared at him with venom in my eyes. "I'm not going to give you the satisfaction." I threatened.

"Of what.?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Of me screaming my head off."

"I thought we came to an agreement where you only scream your head off in bed." His smirk was so huge, I was sure that his ego was smaller, and that's saying something, because men are creatures with ego. Asim alone was the king of ego.

I glared at him as I tried to not blush, failing miserably at the attempt. Instead of replying, I decided I want to get my revenge with actions.

I picked at the end of my shirt and threw it at him, knowing that by now my bra was see through enough to be practically naked. And then pulling down my shorts and stepping out of them completely.