19 Zayed

19

Zayed

I sulked on the headrest, holding the pillow to my chest and pouting at the woman in tight jeans as she ordered everyone around her. It was hot to see her work, but it was pure torture to be grounded on a bed while she was paces away from me with adorable blond bun on top of her head. I wanted to tug her hair open just for fun and to tease her.

“I would say get a room,” Hayden started, handing me a glass of water with a painkiller pill. “But you are already in a room. I am talking to you—stop that.”

I grumbled and took the pill from him, swallowing it. “Why is everyone treating me like a child here?” I crossed my arm, careful of the new stitches the doctor had done. “I am elder than you, remember?”

“I don’t care. You let me sleep with the Princess of Azmia when she was supposed to be in the palace.” He walked towards his fiancée, sleeping on the other side of the bed, with hordes of pillows to support her growing belly. By the looks of it, anyone would think she was having tri