Kasper's Prince Charming

Chapter 11 - The Punishment

I shifted away from Amir's protective arm around me. I couldn't raise my head to look his parents in the eyes.

They had found us napping together, naked and cuddling. I wondered which one walked in first, and did he stop the others? And what did they see? I had been face down on his chest so his modesty was preserved. But my ass was on full display. They had to have seen me.

We sat there smooshed together on one end of the couch, me and Amir. The three of them were sitting in front of us, a panel. I couldn't look up. I didn't know what to say. This was one of my bigger fuck-ups.

The silence was awkward. Amir took his arm off of me then took my hand in his, our fingers interlaced.

He said something to his father in Arabic and then Mr. Hamad answered in that language using a harsh tone. I could tell he was angry. I heard Emerson clear his throat. I looked up to see him staring me down, sizing me up, signing something to his husband. He wanted me out; I could feel it. I had done the unspeakable with his son.

"Kasper," Mr. Hamad started. I looked over at his heavy, brown eyes. "Unfortunately..." he started to say, but I knew what was coming.

I'd once again brought problems for their family. The dam on my emotions broke and I felt myself on the edge of tears.

"I'm sorry," I interrupted and choked back the lump in my throat. "Please don't kick me out."

"Kick you out?" Mr. Hamad repeated like he wasn't sure what I meant.

"I just... we got caught up in the... I have nowhere to go... Please... I know I shouldn't have... I'm so sorry." I felt my heart beating in my ears and my face flush with embarrassment. I couldn't look at them.

"He's frightened," Ali said and I looked to see he was translating for Emerson, his and Amir's dad. "We scared him. He thinks we are going to hurt him. Assure him!" Emerson wasn't mad at me. I had misunderstood.

"You are scared, little one? Why? No one will hurt you here. You've done nothing to deserve that," Mr. Hamad said incredulously as though I wasn't facing the Hamad firing squad.

He came over to sit by me on the couch. Amir gripped my hand protectively as though his father was going to take me away. Mr. Hamad put his muscled arms around me and squished me against his chest. I turned my head to the side and saw Emerson looking at me with pity.

"I don't have anywhere else to go... Please," I felt my voice crack on the verge of tears.

"Oh little one. There is nothing to be afraid of. You see, Amir? He has no other choice and you took advantage of him. He is worried we will put him out like trash. This is not how we raised you. Forcing yourself on this innocent boy," Mr. Hamad said and a thousand little bolts clicked into place in my head.

He faulted Amir for this. My dad, Amir, and now Mr. Hamad; the men in my life thought I was too dumb to make a good choice... or any choice at all. 

"I am sorry, father. I..." Amir started to say, but Mr. Hamad cut him off.

"I had to have security follow you! My own son! He called to tell me you had interrupted the show, begun to take your clothes off! On camera! My own son! The shame it brings on our family! I had to call the producers and threaten them again! And then we rush home to find you sleeping naked and happy with him! Your dad had to see that! You said yourself this morning that Kasper is easily persuaded and needed a guide, a father... and you took advantage of him in his state of distress." Mr. Hamad was furious.

He rubbed my back like I deserved his comforting. His cologne filled my nose as I struggled for air in his hold.

"It was not his fault, sir. He didn't want to do it. He did it to stop me from getting naked on the show. He told me if I got naked then he would too. He was trying to help me," I tried to explain though my voice was muffled by Mr. Hamad's tight polo shirt.