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A TWENTY SOMETHING 68. IN AND OUT
HANATEN DAYS LATER "How much are you going to steal?" He asked me directly on the phone. Of course, he is Cillian Sebastian Merrick. I couldn't just hack everything. I need to level up my game. I need more practice. There is no seriousness in his tone and I couldn't say there is no emotion either. "A one hundred and thousand euros." I sighed. "I still can't make you bankrupt with that, can I?" I heard him chuckle. Bash chuckled!! But I didn't get to see that. I will go to these call recordings again to hear that once more. There is a pause and he didn't say anything. "Are you drunk, Bash?" I questioned him. Bash can hold his liquor. But he is a human too. And I don't think with everything that's happening between us, he wouldn't chuckle like that. Because that one thing was so pure about him. "Bash?" I called him again, my voice just above a whisper. "Hmm..." He drawled and I already missed him. I miss seeing him drunk, I miss when h
Last Updated : 2024-02-23A TWENTY SOMETHING 69. STUPID THINGS
HANA Asshole. Asshole. Asshole. I couldn't control my anger or pain no matter how many times I cursed him. I should have known that this would happen. I should have known that hope never plays favours, that it leads to destruction. But did he have to be so mean, asking the security to throw me out? 'You stole his money and bought a painting of two hideous frogs, playing guitar and drinking beer.' My inner voice reminded me, "And hanged that in his office room.' It's not like I did it without telling him. I warned him. He didn't listen. It is totally fair. By the time I reached my home, I was exhausted, both emotionally and mentally. If he hadn't called me the day before, if he hadn't told me what he had, I wouldn't have been this hurt. My spirits wouldn't have been this low. I would have fought. Now, I am drained. I have no energy. "Hey, hey..." I heard a guy call me when I was struggling to unlock my door. I looked at him and said nothing. He s
Last Updated : 2024-02-24A TWENTY SOMETHING 70. DON'T STOP LOVING ME
HANA I was kicking my legs and hitting him hard until I lost sight of the club. He didn't even put me in his car, and somehow, I ended up in what looked like a lavish penthouse suite. As soon as he put me down, I was running around the suite to find the washroom. I started to wipe my mouth, my face and my hands, crying hard. I felt his steps behind me, slow and steady totally in contrast to the storm inside me. "Hana," His voice was barely audible as he reached for me, his hands circling my waist. "Let go," I scream, rubbing the man's scent off me. I shouldn't have let him touch me. I shouldn't have danced with him just to spite Bash. I should have known better that the wounds faded just because I was accustomed to the touch of few men. "It's enough," He grimaced, trying to drag me away from the sink. "It won't go away," I cried. "It's all because of you. You did this to me." No matter how much I rub my skin with hand-wash, I fi
Last Updated : 2024-02-27A TWENTY SOMETHING 71. TOGETHER
HANA "What the fuck did you do, Bee? I told you not to come searching for me. But you did that twice. NEW YORK and MILAN. You won't listen, will you?" I was surprised by the harshness in his voice when he gently wiped the remaining tears away. His words say something but his body does entirely a different thing. I remember the day his grandmother died, and he made me promise to not go searching for him. I didn't give much thought then. But it made sense now. Everything he did back then made sense now. He pressed a lingering kiss on the corner of my lips before he took them between his teeth ruthlessly. I moaned enjoying the sweetest assault. "I didn't promise you. Moreover, would you have left me if I were you" If he had doubts before, he doesn't look like he had them anymore. I barely heard myself when he looked at me with those hungry eyes. I cup his face, closing the distance between us. I heard him sigh, his hands slipping down into my blouse.
Last Updated : 2024-02-29A TWENTY SOMETHING 72. WHAT ARE WE?
Hana “I am supposed to have a meeting with Mr. Hendrix.” Bash reminds me, his palms resting on my table. He leaned closer, his expression stoic as always that one wouldn’t believe that he was the same person who held me two days back and whispered sweet nothings in my ear when I was trembling from a nightmare. For a second I thought we went back to how we used to be, that whatever happened at the penthouse is another drunken mistake. I quickly checked my notepad. I did write about the meeting that needs to be scheduled but I didn’t schedule it. The day before yesterday I thought of scheduling it the next day. Yesterday, I met with a few stakeholders along with Dahlia. “I wasn’t here yesterday.” I tried to reason. “You’re supposed to schedule it the day before yesterday. Surely, you heard that from Dahlia.” He looked annoyed now, something I haven’t been habituated to, not yet. “You can’t survive with this attitude here. You better pack your bags.” Nothing in the way he
Last Updated : 2024-03-06A TWENTY SOMETHING 73. YOU & ME AGAIN
HANA I met with the second most ridiculously handsome guy I have ever seen. He has the same green eyes as Bash but he looked older than him, probably in his mid-thirties or early forties. That guy smiled and I remembered all the lectures Dahlia gave me about how I should communicate with every VIP. I shook my head, feeling my cheeks burn in embarrassment. "I am sorry. I.. I ..didn't mean to say that. What's your name again?" There is a lighter in his hand which he was flicking often for no reason. "Alexander King," He says rather arrogantly, and I check my tab to see Bash's schedule for today. "You are not on the list," I murmured to myself. "I won't. But I will meet him." He informed with another flick. "That," I pointed to his lighter, "Is not allowed here." His head fell back as he laughed. "Who will stop me, you?" I want to say, me. Dahlia and Bash will take another lecture to me if I have done a
Last Updated : 2024-03-09A TWENTY SOMETHING 74. RIGHT WHERE YOU LEFT ME
HANA I have read hundreds of news articles about Alexander King and none mentioned Bash's name in it. How did they two relate to each other? I dug in more, and one article wrote about the attacks on Alexander King a few years ago followed by the death of Remo Mancini, who was rumoured to be the consigliere of some Cosa Nastra. It is just like a novel. Ahmet told me that Elio had started searching for Bash after his son's death. Now I wonder if Alexander killed Elio's son. I put my phone back into my bag and concentrated on the Sandwich in my hand, and wished it was Gelato instead and I was with Bash in his office while he looked at me as though I would disappear if he looked away. Bash and I are finally falling into a routine. We talk when we are at the office. He gave me a new phone which I use to text him and when he replies, which he rarely does, we stay for hours until our fingers hurt with all the typing. Sometimes he would disappear, and he wouldn
Last Updated : 2024-03-14A TWENTY SOMETHING 75. THE MATRIX
BASH Alexander whistled as soon as I walked into the VIP room in Esten's bar. "How does it feel to fuck up one thing that gave meaning to your pathetic life, huh?" If only I had the power to kill him right here, I would have done it in a second. It's not what he said that bugged me, it's the truth in it. One more time, I successfully pushed her away. Kudos to you, Bash. You did what you want and left her on that bed without a glance. The look she gave me while she wrapped her pyjama shirt around her chest still haunted me. I did what I did last time. I kissed her, touched her and pushed her away. She was supposed to be there on Saturday. I was prepared how to send her away if she had shown up. But I wasn't prepared how to handle the knife in my chest when she never showed up. Apparently, she booked a flight to Istanbul. She had gone. No, Bash. You sent her away. Alexander handed me a bottle, and I swig it, feeling the burn in my throat. It doesn't
Last Updated : 2024-03-18
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A TWENTY SOMETHING 109. THE TIME OF WAR
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A TWENTY SOMETHING 108. NEVER NORMAL
HANA "I couldn't walk," I complained, sprawling across the bed. "You don't have to." Bash placed a chaste kiss on my cheeks before buttoning his shirt. After I asked him to marry me last night, Bash brought me straight home. We couldn't even make it past the front door before he was inside me, his thrusts urgent and intense. He took me on every flat surface. It felt like a sex marathon. I didn't know when I passed out after coming multiple times. When I opened my eyes again, he was inside me, his hands caressing my head. I was so satiated but when he looked at me with those intense green eyes, I begged him to take me again, my pussy hot and throbbing just for him, for my man, for my Bash. As a result, I can't even pee because my pussy feels like it's burning. Oh, God. It will hurt like a bitch for the next two days. But last night was incredible. That's all that matters. Watching him roll his sleeves, revealing the veins on his muscular hand made me hot and bo
A TWENTY SOMETHING 107. HOW I SEE YOU
HANA For Bash, to talk like an adults with me is him being inside me. I joke about it all the time, and I even got annoyed when he did that when we were discussing the most important decisions in our lives. But now, I missed that feeling of being filled up and conversing. I should have cherished them when they last. I shouldn't have avoided them before. Now the fear of losing that kind of bond gripped me. Now, he is sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to me when he asked me what happened in my old apartment. Now we are discussing like real adults when my body and heart craved what he attuned them to. I told him everything Jonathan disclosed to me. With every truth, his back stiffened and I fought the urge to reach out to him. A long whelming silence followed after I completed speaking. After what felt like an eternity, he got up and paced back and forth in the room. "So, Colton is your fucking biological father? He raped my mother, Hana. He abused her and drove her t
A TWENTY SOMETHING 106. BECAUSE OF WHO I AM
HANA I used to think that this life could not break me more than it already has. I am wrong. I always am. It can become worse and worse. I didn’t expect my dad, I mean Jonathan to show up at my old apartment. When I looked at him, I didn’t see him. I saw that hand raise to slap, I heard the yelling, I saw the shards of glass on the floor, and I heard the fights between my parents. That’s all he has ever been to me, a trauma. “You are making a mistake, Hana.” That’s the first thing he said to me. It’s either I am a mistake or I am making a mistake, never a how are you? I can’t blame him though. He lost the investment because I ran away from the marriage. I sucked in a breath, carefully taking a step back. “What are you doing here? How did you get in?” An ugly smirk spread over his lips. “Your boyfriend isn’t that powerful, Hana. He cannot stop me. He cannot stop Colton.” My father is many things, but he never ever trembled before someone. He has too much pride to admit that
A TWENTY SOMETHING 105. SOMETHING AGAINST HER
BASH I had a text message from her an hour ago saying she was going to her apartment to pick up some things. I called her immediately. She picked after the third ring. “Bash, can I call you again? I am in the middle of something?” She immediately said, her voice was breathy. “Where are you? Are you alone?” She paused and lied, “Yes. I came to pick up some things. I will call you later.” Then she hung up on me, making me ball my fists. SHE LIED TO ME. My chest rose and fell in erratic bursts, each breath heavier than the last at what I’ve learned till now. My fists clenched and unclenched at my sides. I look at David for one last time before stomping out. “Nice,” Sandro commented from behind. “If there’s anyone who can do that she is the one.” With a sudden, fierce motion, I grabbed his collar, yanking him off balance and slamming him hard against the brick wall. “What the hell are you implying?” Sandro’s lips pulled into a twisted smile. “I wonder what makes you lose
A TWENTY SOMETHING 104. XAVIER'S SON
BASH “What do we have here?” I asked Sandro who was clearly amused with me for god knows what. “You do realise that this isn’t a corporate meeting, momma boy?” Marco commented with a smug face. They are all wearing black as if it’s s uniform. But they gave me the vibe of goons in movies who nods their head to whatever a stupid villain says. I’ve just arrived from a meeting with Mr. Sato whom these idiots couldn’t know. It’s a waste of time to explain anyway. “You do realise that I can buy your men with this suit right?” I commented back. Marco sneered. “You can’t buy anything with money.” “Says the guy who failed to protect a kid and who kills for the very same money.” Honestly, everything these guys do is to gain some extra money in illegitimate ways. Although that could be wrong for men like Elio, Sandro and Vincenzo. It’s not just money they want. They thrive on bloodshed, power and control which are useless without money in my opinion. Marco raised his voice
A TWENTY SOMETHING 103. PROMISE??
HANA Calling him clingy is an understatement. He wouldn’t let me out of our bed for a second. All the food was served in my room. It’s been 24 hours since I had gone downstairs. 24 hours of blissful sex, food, chatter, laughter, and sleep. For a second, I wished the time to stop here at this second. I hop out of the bed, stretching my hands. I didn’t notice where he came from. In one swift motion, he tossed me on the bed, with him above me. “You are not going anywhere.” He says, grinding his hardness against my pussy. Less than thirty minutes ago, he was inside me, chasing his orgasm. But my need for him started to grow with every passing second. Wetness pooled between my legs. I don’t have the panties on. My shirt rode up when he tossed me on the bed, leaving me exposed for his sweet torture. “I am sore...Oh my gosh...” I didn’t get to complete the sentence before before he slide inside me. My eyes rolled back, my lips parted with the fullness. “You
A TWENTY SOMETHING 102. THE FUTURE
BASH “We need you here.” “Hey, hi, Marco. Good morning. How are you?” I drawled, sitting on the couch in my living room. “That’s how humans converse nowadays. Oh, I forgot. You aren’t one of them.” “He he he. Very funny, Cillian. I would have laughed if it was a good joke.” “I wasn’t joking,” I told him as a matter of fact. I heard him sigh from the other end and muttered something under his breath. If it was any other person, he wouldn’t have let that go easily. “We need you here. We brought someone for questioning from the Matri,x, and I have no fucking clue why Sandro thinks it would be better if you were here. You are the Capo’s son after all.” He muttered something inaudible and I’m sure he took it as an insult to make me involved in his torture session. But, I got the underlying message. Sandro always wanted me to be involved in their so-called regular lives to prove a point – that I’m not capable of being their Capo. This is true, why be a capo when I can
A TWENTY SOMETHING 101. NOW WITHOUT YOU
HANA "What the ....oh my god! How did you find me again?" I looked at Seb who was glued to Bash's leg, and tried hard to climb over him. "He is coming out of nowhere. He either wants my leg to climb up or my thumb to suck. Did you see this?" Out of these two, Bash was more complaining. I shook my head laughing at him. He likes to think that he is not good with kids but I think he would make a great partner in crime with the said kids. "How about we come to an understanding? You make a sound before you attack my leg because I'm scared that I'll hurt you. He feels like a pillow." "He can't understand that, Bash," I told him as a matter of fact. "Oh, he understands everything just fine." "He is just seven months old." "Really?" He took out his phone and showed it to the junior. "You want it?" He asked our Seb and he eagerly threw his hands up to reach the phone. "See. He understands what he wants to understand." Shalini watched everything sil
