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72. WHAT ARE WE?
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A 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
A 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
A 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
A TWENTY SOMETHING 76. LITTLE MISS
HANA I caressed Seb's head gently. He fell asleep on my chest after playing for the whole day. How is that even possible? He couldn't even sit without our support. At least, not yet. But we played a lot, and I felt so exhausted by the time he was asleep. "Put him in the cradle, Hana. You have to eat." Shalini reminded me for the fifth time. I shook my head, not wanting to miss the feel of Seb sleeping on me. God, I miss him. I miss his toothless grin and little coos. "Hana," Shalini started to lose her cool now. I better move my ass. I reluctantly put him in the crib and walked into the kitchen. I flew to Istanbul on Saturday morning right after the night when Bash asked me to leave one more time and made clear that my being there was not helping him. I wasn't angry with the way he left the things and walked away. I started to realise that he was speaking the truth, and it hurt more than anything. Instead of going after him and pulling silly stunts, I f
A TWENTY SOMETHING 77. THE BIG BOYS
HANA Bash gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath. He looked away for a split second. Again, his eyes are on me. His gaze was hard, intense and something felt like longing flickered in his stare. He looked away again. Just for a second. His jaw tightened when I finally reached his car. I gave him my best girly smile. "Thank you." "I didn't say anything." His voice was plain, emotionless as if he wasn't affected after he saw me. "You don't have to," I winked at him. He scowled at me when I whirled to show him my attire. "Where is the dress on the back?" The old Bash wouldn't have cared. Because he put a stamp on me and made it obvious that I belonged to him. He can't do this now, especially when he thinks that we are better off without each other. But he will care. I will make sure of it. I helped myself into the car. Of course, the driver opened the door, and Bash spent a decent amount of time before he got in. Poor guy. I pity him already.
A TWENTY SOMETHING 78. DON'T WANT YOU ANYMORE
BASH "Thousand euros. That's a cat's shit." "Two thousand euros. That's cow dung." "Three....." "Shut the fuck up," I yell at the two brothers who were so engrossed in betting on the new painting Hana bought with the money she stole from me. She is getting better at this. The breach wasn't identified after three minutes not before. I asked my team to back down before they shut further access for her just so I could see what kind of painting she would buy this time. The grosser the painting was, the angrier Hana was. It's a dick move. I knew it. She is letting me walk all over her. She is not backing down. And the painting was delivered to the private club. Celia might have told her where to find me. But the worst part is, Alex and his brother betting on what that shit was on the canvas. As if I don't have enough shit going on in my life. "I am going to ask Alessandro to kill you both," I warned them. The chances of me asking Alessandro for a favour are zero. But I could ent
A TWENTY SOMETHING 79. HOPE
HANA My phone vibrated for the thirteenth time, and for the thirteenth time, I hoped it was Bash even though I knew it was not possible. I shouldn't hope for it. I should not go to him again. I should not meddle in his life again. WE ARE OVER. I know we are over. Then why am I looking at my mobile as though he could burst out of it and hoping for him to call more than ever? I don't want to get out of my bed. I just lay, staring at the ceiling. His watch will never sit on my bedside table. His shirts won't lie in my closet anymore. I could never smell his scent anywhere. I have been there. I have seen it all. I am afraid of it. I am afraid of going back to the world where Bash and I broke up. We weren't together before. At least, I knew we had a chance. I knew he loved me. I knew he wanted me. Now it's all in the past. What do I do now? The thought of going through this separation all over again made my heart sink. How much time will I take now? How do I move past this after ho
A TWENTY SOMETHING 80. TOO LATE
BASH I hate that look; the look of hope, of spring and future. I hate it when she did that. Because I have to crush it and stomp it down. She didn't put up a fight this time. She left suddenly, and slowly. I slumped down into my chair, looking outside the city with a very dark future awaiting me. This should be supposed to be a victory. She left. I should be at ease. I should tell myself how fucking safe it was for her now that she is out of the picture. But my heart wants something else. It raced when she stood outside the elevator, holding her things. I was expecting another fight, another painting, another Don't-do-this-Bash dialogue. She might have expected a grand don't-go gesture from me. I knew that flicker in her eyes when she hoped for something good. But she and I were never good. I gave her a nod, watching that little flame of hope dying, and she hung her head to go back. "Hana is gone," Dhalia informed me as soon as she walked into my office. "She left a n
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