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Sorry you guys!!! I know 6awalt 3aleekm... madry shfeeni mali khlg shay! ana dayman chethy etha radeet el kwt ... i miss america wedi ard bas i dont want to leave kuwait m3na el kel msafer maku a7ad i'm home alone m3a ekhty and my stupid little cousin... el wa'93 7ada wai3 !! i'm waiting for my cousins 2 come back i really miss them !! ma bga shay 3ala radat'hom .. hopefully things would get better!

mani em6awla 3aleekm,

ENJOY ;*

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Me: you’re not allowed to be here! Leave or I’m calling security!

Fahad: go ahead! (He walked into the guest suite and shut the door in my face)

How dare he? Who the hell does he think he is?

I pulled my blackberry out of my clutch and dialed the number of one of the security guards in our house. I told him about Fahad but he said that baba gave them orders that Fahad lives in this house from this day on!

I knocked on Fahad’s door but he didn’t answer so I walked in.

I didn’t see him in the living room so I guessed he was in the bedroom. I went there and knocked the door.

Fahad: basba7? Eb tesb7een m3ay mathalan? (He said as soon as he opened his bedroom door)

He wasn’t wearing his black suit anymore. He was only wearing a towel covering his lower part of his body.

Seeing him shirtless was such a turn on.

Me: What the fuck Fahad! Go do your thing I’ll wait here, Jeez!!

Fahad: kaifich entay el khasrana!

7maaar! I just met him oo he thinks I wanna get into the shower with him! He sure does want Daddy to burry him alive!

I walked back to his 9ala and lay there waiting for him to come out! We need to talk! If we will live under the same roof he better have some respect for respect me!

Less than 10 minutes later, he came wearing his boxer with a plane white T-shirt that hugged his body perfectly. He was holding a towel drying his short hair.

Me: besmella. Emdak sba7t!! 7eta ma 9ar 10 minutes!

Fahad: ee I’m done.

Me: okay, I’m here to talk!

He jumped in the couch next to me, I mean really next to me! He stretched his arm and wrapped it around my shoulder as he laid back.

Fahad: yallah talk!

Me: first, move this (moving away his arm from my shoulder)

I squeezed a little away from him so that there would be a space between us!

Fahad: 3shtaw blondie mesta7ya meni y3ni!

Me: la2 shaku ast7i! I just don’t want to sit next to you!

Fahad: e7a9elch!

Me: you’re full of yourself

Fahad: e7gli!

Me: that’s explains why you don’t have a place to live in!

Fahad: bel 3aks ahali mayteen 3alai yan6roon el dgega eli I walk into their house!

Me: why don’t you get yourself a house oo stop bothering us!

Fahad: 7abeebty 3endi two houses hnee eb America! Ekhtari ay wa7d tabeen.

Me: I don’t want you’re freakin houses … I want you out of mine!

Fahad: your dad’s

Me: same thing!

Fahad: its not!

Me: b3dain how old are you? You own two houses in this young age!

Fahad: 25… laish mesta’3rba! I started my own company when I turned 20!

Me: mnu obook?

Fahad: Na9er Alflani.

Me: that explains.

His father is my dad’s partner in some of his companies. His father is somehow the same level of my dad of their career! As far as I knew, they both started working on their business together.

Fahad: enzain ana daykh … eb te6l3een wela betnameen 3endi!

Me: no ew stop this!! First your shower now your bed!

Fahad: admit it, you want me!

Me: wai3!

Fahad: HAHAAA.

Waaaay his laugh!! believe me I’m melting!

Fahad: walla ‘9a7akteeni blondie!

Me: It’s 9aba!

Fahad: and I care because?

Me: you live in my house. E7tremni. The least you could do is call me by my name…

Fahad: awamer thanya Miss B!

Me: FAHAD!!! (I yelled at him)

Fahad: 9ABA!! (he said using the same tone I used)

Me: HA! You said it right this time! (I managed to say with a victory smile)

Fahad: haha!! 7elwa menich…

He stretched his hands towards me. I was sitting on the end of the couch to stay away from him. What is he doing?

Faj2a,

He pulls me from my waist and picks me over shoulder making me face his masculine back.

Me: what the hell Fahad? Let me down!

I hold on tight into the t-shit he was wearing. I started kicking and moving my legs so that he would place me back on the floor!

Fahad: geltlch daykh!! Bser3a gooleeli wain tabeen etnameen hnee wela darich!!

Me: naaazelnniii Fahad … this is NOT FUNNY!!!!!!! baroo7 dary khala9 nazilni!!

He ignored me and walked to the door. Then upstairs heading to my room,

Me: Fahad pleaaaaaase mu waqta someone sees us!!!!!

Fahad: mnu mathalan el khadaaam!!

Me: FAHAAAAD SERIOUSLY !!!! LET GO OF MEEEEEEE!!!

I hope my under pants are not showing! The dress I am wearing is too short; and the position I am in right now is not helping me cover up!

*FLASH*

Me: GREAT!

Fahad turned around while I was still over his shoulders.

I felt my blood goes all down in my brain!

Let go of me already!

I lifted my head up and saw someone with a camera taking our picture!

As soon as Fahad realized what was happening, he placed me back to the ground!

Me: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING UPSTAIRS! (I yelled at the paparazzi) SECURITAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!!

Two security guards came running and caught him!

Me: give me his camera. (I ordered them with so much anger in my voice) and get him the fuck out of my house!

Once the security guards came and gave me the camera I walked away and Fahad followed me to my suite.

I walked into my suite; Fahad walked right behind me and closed the door after him.

Fahad: wow!! What just happened?

Me: you happened!!! Kela menik!! I told you to let go of me why didn’t you listen! (I threw the camera on the nearest couch)

Narfazni 7adi 3a9abt.

Fahad: ok laish m3a9ba maku shay!

Me: maku shay?! He saw us!! Now he’s gonna think we have this chemistry going on! He’s gonna follow me everywhere to write his fucking story to whatever magazine he’s working for!

Fahad: HEEEY! Shga3d tkhrb6een?

Me: you don’t get it, do you?

Fahad: get what?

Me: nothing! Get out of my room!

Fahad: mara7 a6l3 ela lmn etfahmeni shelsafa!

I sat on one of the couches and laid my head back! I hate it when things get out of my control! How in the hell did this paparazzi get upstairs? How did he get into the house in the first place? What was the security doing?

Me: pass me the camera please (he was sitting closer to the camera than I was)

He handed me the camera. I took out the memory card that was inside the camera and placed into my laptop, which was under the couch.

Fahad: shbetsaween khaleh ewali.

Me: I wanna see shnu kan g3d esawii upstairs akeed he was messing around my room aw my mom’s.

Fahad: does this happen regularly?

Me: once or twice a year.

Fahad: oo sakteen!

Me: why do you think there are security guards everywhere in this house?

Fahad: I didn’t know it was for this reason! Y3ni e7na bel Kuwait 7a6een guards bas mu 3ashan chethi.

Me: that’s not the only reasons!

I opened the files on the laptop and started searching for the pictures! I quickly saved the files.

Me: He was in my room!

Fahad jumped from his place and came next to me.

Fahad: 3a6eeni el memory card. I’ll take care of this. La t7ateen.

Me: No I’m gonna deal with this myself! I don’t need your help!

He ignored me and pulled out the memory card out of my laptop.

Me: give it back Fahad.

Once again, he ignored.

Me: FAHAD!!!! (I placed the laptop back under the couch and turned to Fahad)

Fahad: la7a’9t ench wayd et9ar5een.

I stretched my hands to his 3ashan akhth mena el memory but his grip was so tight!