HIS TEMPTATION

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#Chloe...
I slept through out the flight to Dubai, I slept in the limousine too. I didn't woke up until we reached Damac hills villas, our new residence.
"Woahhh!!", I exclaimed immediately after seeing my place to call home.
"Welcome to your new home princess", smiled Paapa. "You like it?", he asked.
"Are you kidding me? I love it sooooo much", I jumped.
The newly recruited Arab workers took our luggages inside as I continued drooling over the mansion. It was far more colorful than our previous mansion back in the States. The swimming pool had transparent tiles and there were lights everywhere, there were sun loungers and gazebos. The house was also transparent due to excess glass than blocks. Everything was as arranged as it is at vacation spots in other countries, and now it's in my house. I always wanted to be seeing all those fancy arrangements everyday, whenever we were leaving our vacation villas during holidays, I always wished to take everything back home so that I could be seeing the views everyday.
"Let's go inside princess", said Dad. "And Grunny", he added laughing lightly.
I wasn't the only one drooling.
We followed him into the main building whilst still turning back and viewing the outside. Inside, I almost died. I had no idea the house was a three story house until we got inside. The living room was massive, it's the center of the whole house. From it, when the head is elevated, the top can be seen with a huge chandelier hung to it. It had three staircases and an indoor balcony. Form downstairs, you can see the doors to the rooms upstairs.
There was a glass sliding door which led to the workers chambers, the gym, the guest inn and others parts of the house.
"This is soo... extravagant paapa", I said. "This is too big for us, what would we do with all these rooms?"
"You know how I am, I like space and decorations", he said.
"Yeah, I forgot", I said. "Where's my room?", I turned excited again.
"You mean your roomS", he corrected.
"Rooms?", I asked.
"You have three. One on each floor"
I ran to the staircase
"Honey, there is an elevator", said Dad.
"Are you kidding me?", I asked with wider eyes.
"Not at all", he smiled.

"You really have to come and see for yourself", I told Scott enthusiastically. From the moment we started having the video call, I was the one doing all the talking, he put his hand on his cheeks and watched me whilst smiling. "My closets are twice my room back in the States. The Arab workers are very beautiful. I can get you a girlfriend if you want", I laughed.
"Oh Chloe, all that doesn't matter now. I'll come and see for myself someday. What matters now is you coming to my match. Are you still coming? You made a promise, remember?", he asked with worry in his tone.
"Duhhh!! I know my promises. Now, let me tell you about the chandelier in the living room", I said.
"I'm all ears", he laughed.

I got admitted into Dunecrest American School (DAC) and things there were a little bit different from our school back in the States.
"Today class we have a new student. Chloe", the teacher called. "Come and tell the class a little something about you".
I smiled back at her and hesitated a bit before standing up. I went to the front of the class where she was and stood beside her. She gave me a motivative nod and I built up a little bit of courage. I'm a very shy person when it comes to people that I recently met. The class was a jovial one, all the class members were smiling at me and that added to my courage.
"Hhhi.. my name is Chloe Felix Megasto...", I didn't finish saying the last part of my name when I heard the whole class making amusing sighs and before I knew it there were whispers all around.
"Silence!", the teacher said. "Carry on Chloe", she added.
I mouthed 'thank you' to her and she nodded.
"I'm 10 years old and we recently moved to Dubai from Philadelphia, USA", I finished.
"You're welcome Chloe", they chorused.
"Thank you", I smiled and went back to my seat.
The teacher did all necessary revisions before starting the class. The moment she turned her back on us, an Arab girl who was in front of me turned.
"Ptsss!", she called my attention. "I'm Jasmine and I like you"
"Thank you"
The teacher turned back a d she turned too.
After school, I stood up and wore my backpack. I was about to leave when I spotted three girls from my class coming towards me,
"As I told you earlier, I'm Jasmine", she started "this is Hidaya, my little aunt. And this is my best friend Zahra"
"Call me Zed", said.. Zed. She looked tomboyish and badgirlish too. She was chewing gum in a careless way.
They accompanied me to my limo, just before I entered, Jasmine stopped me.
"Ah Chloe. I'm Jasmine Hamdan Muhammad Al Maktoum. And Hidaya is Hidaya Muhammad Al Maktoum...ah we are.. you know.. from the royal family in this state. There is a cultural event happing this weekend and I'm inviting you... you can't say no to a royal invitation".
"So, should we expect you?", Hidaya asked.
"You already said she can't say no to a royal invitation dummy!", said Zed. "Of course she'll be there".
"Okay, see you then Chloe, it was nice meeting you", said Jasmine and they left.
They left me in shock. What kind of people would invite you without hearing your own opinion? I had no plans for the weekend though, and it would be great to attend such an event.
I got into the car and the driver took me home.