PART TWO“Are you my sweet Princess slut, Zara?” 14ZaraTwo Years Later“Are you sure this fits me?” Ivy asked, her fingers pulling at the hem of the dress. “I look… ”“Beautiful,” I interrupted her. “You look stunning. Stop stretching the fabric with your fingers and here… you might like this one.”She took the perfume bottle of Delicate Dew from my hand. Ever since my brother, Khalid, engaged to Valeria, I received a lot of perfumes launched by her brand. “Oh, this smells so sweet.” Ivy applied it with a shy smile as I met her eyes in the mirror's reflection.We were in her old childhood room, all ready for her father’s surprise event. Since I had moved to San Diego a month ago, she had invited me and asked me to get ready with her. I had met Ivy when I was in Australia, still hell bent on travelling the world with a camera and a backpack, treated like a commoner than a royalty. She was the same age as me and I had made a friend out of hers when I was bar tending at a club. A guy
15HaydenA few hours agoA small grunt escaped my throat as I pushed the heavy weights from my body, focusing on my breathing despite the heavy soreness of my arms. One more round, and I am done. Just one more. Breathing deep through my nose and slowly pulling the heavy weights down to my chest. Holding them there for two more seconds, I pushed, exhaling through my nose and keeping the bar on the rack. I sighed, taking the face towel and wiping the sweat off my brows. “How’s it going, man?” one of the veterans, Jim, clapped my shoulder as I drank some water mixed with a protein shake. I nodded at him, “Doing alright, Jim. How are the kids?”He smiled just at the question, and I knew he was doing well. “They are little stubborn shits but Mary and I couldn’t be happier.” His expression said it all. I tried not to make a point of looking at his prosthetic leg when he sat down beside me on the other bench press. “Tell Mary I loved her cookies. Take care, soldier,” I said, standing up
16ZaraYou have always been a terrible liar, Princess. God, fuck him and his handsome as ever face. If I put anymore force on the heels while walking, I was sure I would break them. But I was angry. Frustrated, and a bit sad. At the man-who-must-not-be-named and at me. After two years, changing my hair, the way I look, everything I had tried, and I still hadn’t changed. I was still a weak Princess who was living in a small rented house instead of a Palace. That’s the only thing that had changed. Nothing else. “I saved you a seat, sweetcheeks!” Noah called out, the round tables where everyone was already siting around in their own little groups. Ivy sat with us, her group of friends with three chairs empty. Before I could ask Ivy about the man-who-must-not-be-named, she stood up, a grin on her face as she looked over my shoulder. “Robert! Zara, come on I will introduce you to my brother.” What? No! But she was oblivious to my expression and turned me around to face him, my nos
17HaydenI had lost the number of counts I had imagined her soft pillowy lips. Kissing them, biting them, claiming them. Of her arms wrapped around me, urging me closer and parting her soft thighs for me. I had squeezed my eyes shut, shivering and swallowing the sweet hums of her. Her fingers were in my hair, keeping me close, as if she was afraid I would pull away. I was scared that if I opened my eyes, it would be just another dream. I would wake up in my bed, dark, cold and alone. That her warmth would leave me. The aching press of her body, gently rocking against me, would disappear.A groan left my lips when I felt the metal on her tongue and pulled her closer, squeezing her hips with my other hand. She had her tongue pierced. “This…” I murmured between the kiss. Eyes closed and kissing her beauty spot. I could trace it with my tongue even if I was blind. “This feels like a dream,” I breathed out, her hot breath brushing against my jaw as her hands fidgeted with the collar of m
18ZaraI went straight to our table and sat beside worried Ivy and concerned Noah. They both knew something was wrong as soon as they saw my face, but I told them it was nothing to be worried about. I ate the dessert, ignoring Hayden when he walked back, whispering something in Jane’s ear and avoiding looking in his direction. I was probably being childish, but he had given me lost hope. My nineteen-year-old self was so saddened that I had been angry at myself and chopped my hair with craft scissors in my room. I had hated how vulnerable and emotional he had made me feel that I was willing to change myself.Nasrin, my sister-in-law, had helped. I had moved on from him with time, never expecting to see him again, and as soon as we were alone, he brought up all those memories. I should be angry at him.“Slow down, Zara,” Noah whispered, his hand on my waist when I swallowed the white wine. It was my fifth glass.“I’ll be fine, you cutie,” I said, smiling at him.Ivy chuckled. “She’s ti
19HaydenI wanted to make sure Zara entered the house before driving away. Frowning, I leaned closer when I saw someone in a suit walking towards her, hair blond. I remembered that guy. Ivy and Zara’s mutual friend, Noah. The guy she was sleeping with. My hands clenched into a fist when they talked, too far for me to hear anything or even read lips. With horror, I saw her leading him inside and closing the door behind them. “Fuck,” I cursed, wanting to punch something or go in there and do some not-so civil or gentlemanly things to Zara. I dialled Aiden’s number again, a headache forming in my head. But he didn’t pick up. When it went to voicemail, I said, “Call me. It’s color red.” Color red was one term we had made up to let the other person know when things were looking terrible. I glanced at Zara’s house and drove away. I didn’t want to stay outside her house like a creep and hear… whatever they were doing inside. I told myself that it didn’t matter. Zara and I had just met to
20ZaraI made sure all the lights and bags were placed properly when I heard his footsteps getting closer. My breathing and heartbeat had finally calmed down. I had realized that I may or may not have exaggerated snapping at him, but the way he could so easily get close to me scared me. Not physically, but emotionally, mentally. It had been difficult forgetting about him two years ago. I didn’t want to repeat that, but if Hayden kept trying to get close to me, I… I wasn’t sure what would happen. He didn’t even know I was the Princess of Azmia. “I am sorry, Zara,” Hayden looked at me, his blue eyes gleaming at me as the sun setting behind him. The wind ruffled his hair as he swallowed the lump in my throat. “I got jealous—no, I am jealous of Noah for knowing you so well. Physically and as a friend. I won’t touch you again without your consent and I am sorry.”He repeated it once more, redness slashing over his cheeks and neck. I stared at him for a while and said, “Apology accepted.
PART THREE“You have a dirty little mouth. I am going to fuck it.” 21HaydenThe lights of the living room were on. Zara followed me wordlessly. I looked over my shoulder to make sure she could walk properly without hurting herself. She offered me a small smile, and I quickly looked away. “Ah, Hayden… and Ivy’s friend,” my father said, standing up from the couch. “I am glad you are here.”I glanced at Ivy, who had a blanket around her with heavy bags under her eyes. Zara walked towards her, ignoring my sister’s concern about the bandages on Zara’s knees. “Why are you here?” I asked my father. “Ivy, you need to rest. Go back to bed. Did you eat?”“I had some chicken soup.”“Hayden, Ivy, I need to talk to both of you,” my father said, looking at Zara. Zara stood up, “I will leave then—”I stopped her. “Wait in Ivy’s room. I need to talk to you.” About the two men who had been following you and might have hurt you. Zara peered at me from under her lashes and nodded slowly. My sister