Nothing beats a spa day.

After taking my bath, Khalifa offered to drop me off.
How can I decline the offer of a prince.

I started with discussing my needs and preferences to the spa therapist.
After my massage, I had full body treatment, and my skin felt nourished and soft.
I had my facials done, then aromatherapy afterward.

I called Khalifa to pick me up when i was done.
"Your beauty leaves me in awe. How did I get so lucky?".
I gave him a peck on the lips.

"Tell me how you feel now."

"I feel pampered, relaxed, and refreshed."

"I'm glad I'm the reason behind it."
Khalifa kissed me before starting the car.

"I can't wait to have you in my arms."
I hid my blush by looking away.

"Have you heard from Aisha."
I could swear I saw a flash of nervousness in Khalifa's eyes.

"Yes, we've spoken a few times."

"You don't sound very sure. Is there something you're hiding from me, Khalifa?" I arched my brows.

"Princess, what are you even saying? Let's keep all that aside. Are you hungry." Khalifa asked.

Is Khalifa hiding something, or I'm I just overthinking.

"Let's order take out."

After devouring the food Khalifa ordered, I went in to have a shower. Coming out, I wrapped myself in a towel.
I took a seat at my vanity to dry my hair.

I saw Khalifa peeping into my room through the mirror.
"Khalifa, you can come in, and please stop peeping like a thief."

"I wasn't peeping, I was checking up on you. that's like two different things."

He pushed my vanity chair backward and stood in front of me, blocking my view.

"I always ask myself how I got this lucky."
"Khalifa, I want to dry my hair." I whined.
He ran his fingers through it like he always does.

He bent down and kissed my neck.
"God, your skin feels soft and smooth. I could devour it all day." He breathed against my neck, leaving me with a racing heart and butterflies in my stomach.

"Khalifa." I faintly uttered.
He hummed, after which he paused and looked at me.
I don't even know what to say to him. He had a sly smile on before attacking my neck with his kisses.

"Khalifa." I gently murmured.

He picked me up and gently dropped me on the bed.

I woke up from the smell of vanilla extract. I couldn't point out what it was exactly, but I could clearly perceive vanilla. I opened my eyes with a smile.

"I smell something good." I saw a plate of pancakes dizzled with chocolate syrup and coconut flakes.

"Hmm.... dear husband, that's very romantic of you." I got up from bed and brushed my teeth along with my face.

"I can't make the type of your wonderful tea, so I made you a smoothie."

"That's so nice of you, thank you."
"Anything for you, princess."

"Here, open up." I gave him a bite.
"Not bad, I tried." He mumbled to himself.

"Show off."

After eating, I cleaned up.
"When will you get a maid? You have to stop overworking yourself."

"I will Khalifa but not now, let's enjoy our time and I don't trust maids that much."

"You have nothing to worry about. I'm yours."
"And Aisha's." I added.

"I'll go back to work on Monday, I have some pending projects to finish."

"Ok, Engr. Muhammad Khalifa." I draw out his cheeks.
"Khalifa, can I please have the list of the hospitals."

"Do you really have to work, I mean, can't you just like stay at home and chill? If it's for the money, I have money, I have assets, I...." I cut him off.

"What are you saying, Khalifa? You can't possibly imply I become a housewife, I never thought you had such a despicable mind." I snapped.

"What did you just say." He asked angrily.
"Khalifa, you heard me right. That's despicable."

"I can't believe you could say this, jidda." He stormed out.

Feeling confused about the whole situation, I called Hanan, she's like a sister to me and she's married so she's quite experienced. I called her and narrated everything to her.

"Jidda, that was off point, I mean, you called him despicable. Talk to him and apologize. Men are easily persuaded, you can convince him, you are a lady with charm and class, use it dear, and please next time watch your words, he's a prince, let me tell you something all this royal men are egoistic, they don't want anything to hurt their ego." She explained.

"But nothing is impossible. Take care, girl. I'm rooting for Nurse Jidda."

"Thank you, hanan. I really appreciate it a lot."

"Anytime, jidda, we're sisters, after all."