Page 71 of Filthy Hot Prince

Valeria giggled when the hook of her bra got stuck in her hair, making me chuckle. I hooked her bra, hating to see her beautiful round tits getting covered and zipped my pants.

If I could, I would keep her naked every day.

I patted down her hair and kissed her passionately, leaving her breathless for more, and opened the doors. I knew that the staff were aware of my relationship with Valeria and I didn’t mind it. I had the reputation of sleeping around as soon as I turned eighteen. Bringing different women to my room overnight, sometimes even more, but I never brought them to the oasis. None of them saw my studio or observed me in a vulnerable state like Valeria had.

It was not just lust with Valeria. It was different.

I wanted the entire world to know that Valeria was with me. We hadn’t discussed about where we stood in terms of relationship. We both were enjoying the time spent with each other, kissing, making love, painting, and talking about life and death.

But deep down, I knew we would have to talk about it. Sooner or later.

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I peered at Valeria,her hand entwined with mine as she constantly looked around, trying to figure out her surroundings. The hushed chatter of people watching her in awe as they moved our luggage to my room and her guest room in the palace. I squeezed her hand, wanting to know what was going on in her head as we stood at the front hallway of the palace, my home.

I tried to look at the palace as if I was visiting for the first time. The white and golden shimmering walls and pillars that held the palace for over a hundred years, covered in intricate designs. The floors covered in soft red carpet that pressed with each step. Fire lanterns were placed by each pillar, and the chandelier shimmered with golden diamonds. It exuded opulence.

“Do you want me to describe?” I asked in a hushed voice.

She looked up at me, a soft smile tugging at her lips. “Yes, I want to know how your home looks.”

I spoke, pulling her by my side, describing the details of pillars, paintings adorning the walls and how I used to play hide and seek with Zain and Zayed when we were young. Sometimes even our mothers joined us, pretending that they didn’t know where we were hidden by the soft giggles and acting surprised when they lost. But they were only allowed to play when my father was in some other country, far away from Azmia.

Valeria chuckled when I mentioned that Zayed would still be excited to play, but Zain had banned him to run inside the palace. He had caused a fire last time.

Valeria listened to Khalid’s soothing, deep voice with patience and curiosity. How it would have felt to grow up with a house full of love and playful mothers. Having arguments with his brother and cooking with his mothers. She had a smile on her face the entire time, listening to his tales of childhood and how much he adored his family.

“Am I getting too old that you have forgotten to meet your favoritejadati, Khalid?” A soft raspy voice spoke, making the couple turn toward the voice.

I grinned at my grandma. Her face—even though withered with old age—still radiated her charm and wit. I took Valeria towards her and bent down to hug her. The scent of old books and rosemary made me remember my childhood, how I would annoy her by making her sit in one place and practice painting her portrait.

“You are ouronlygrandma.” I grinned down at her, her wise eyes smiling at me as she patted my shoulder.

Valeria was standing behind me, not knowing where to go or what to do. I squeezed her hand when my grandmother spoke. “And where have you been hiding this beauty, Khalid?”

I agreed with her and introduced Valeria. “She is Valeria,jadati. My… my friend from London. Valeria, this is my grandma.”

Before Valeria could greet her with a bow, she was wrapped in a tight hug that made her cheeks flush. Khalid watched the exchange with amusement.

“You are lovely, my dear. It’s a shame that my grandson has kept you hidden for two weeks, but now that you are here, I can’t wait to make youroz bel laban. It’s his favorite dish.” His grandma patted her hair and talked to her, telling her about all the different food and clothes she had to try as she was their guest.

I had warned my family that Valeria was blind before we arrived, and I was glad that grandma treated her as our equal.

“Khalid!”

I knew that voice. Before I could turn around to greet her, her lithe frame stumbled into my chest with a small laugh as her arms wrapped around me. I let out a small chuckle and hugged her close, kissing the top of her hair—hairthat was much shorter than before and colored in white platinum dye.

I didn’t care, she was here and safe in my arms. In our home.

“How have you been, Zara? You said you wouldn’t arrive until the baby shower.” I looked at my little sister—little was exaggerating it as she was a twenty-year-old woman, living on her own, but for me, my sister would always be the innocent girl who used to braid my hair when we were young.

Her hazel eyes were filled with warmth, her short hair framing her elfish face. The beauty spot above her upper lip twinkled as she grinned up at me, her pale face flushed with excitement. Zara’s mother was Isabella, so she had her pale skin tone, but her hazel eyes were similar to our father. The same eyes Zain and I had. She was dressed in a short white shirt that grazed the top of black straight jeans. She looked barely over eighteen with her elfish face and young grin.

When did she get so big? When did she turn eighteen? Where did all the time go?

“I wanted to surprise you. I even bought gifts from Sri Lanka and Australia—oh, hello!” Her hazel eyes flitted from me to Valeria, who was trying her best not to eavesdrop on the siblings.

“Valeria, this is my little sister, Zara. Valeria is my friend, and she’s staying with us for the baby shower.”

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