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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
Last Updated : 2024-04-09A TWENTY SOMETHING 81. FELT LIKE HOME
BASH Dion informed me that Romero, Alessandro's right hand had left his little brother alone at a park. It's something that will make Alessandro want to break a leg. That kid has a tact for running away from his brothers. It's another broken family. Something is fishy. "Is there anyone who looks suspicious around the park?" I asked Dion through the speaker while I set my GPS to the park. "Nothing as of now. But..." His voice trailed off before he cleared his throat. "There is a marathon going on in the city and the crowd will reach the park in another ten minutes. Something is not right." I knew it dammit. "Take Miss. Levine and Matias to a secluded place. I will be there in ten." I ordered him. My heart started to pound hard inside my chest. Alex's men are good. They will keep her safe. But the nibbling sensation won't go away. Whatever was eating at me came true the moment I stepped out of my car near the park. There was a lot of smoke, and I kne
Last Updated : 2024-04-12A TWENTY SOMETHING 82. THE AFTERMATH
HANA I was pushing and pulling; hitting him on his chest, pushing him away while leaning into him more to deepen the kiss and tightening the hold of my legs around my waist. He groaned into my mouth as he pulled back for a second to put me down on the bed. I reached out to his shirt, unbuttoning it, franticly. His lips find mine once again as he undid the remaining buttons. I peeled off his shirt. The sight of chest hair, his sculpted abs, and the erratic rhythm of his heart under my hand brought memories I keep hidden in my heart. He was mine. I was his. I hadn't realised it then. We truly belonged to each other, and I wasted most of my time on work and overthinking. Just one chance, I will cherish every moment I get to spend my time. "I missed you," He murmured against my neck. "I missed you every fucking second. You have no idea how torturous it was to see you in the same room and not be able to have you in my arms." He held my chin, pulling me to him
Last Updated : 2024-04-14A TWENTY SOMETHING 83. REACTION
HANA Alessandro and Vincenzo ignored me for the next thirty minutes as the men discussed who might have attacked us. Bash said that they are not accustomed to women taking part in MEN'S BUSINESS. I wonder in which century do they think they are living in. They don't like my presence, and Bash doesn't give a shit about what they liked or not. Still, I feel odd. It's not just men's business. It's a criminal's business. I should definitely not be a part of it. But wherever Bash is, I will be there. There is one word that circulated throughout the conversation- The Matrix. Is it a mob, an organisation or just a person? I have no idea. It was the footsteps from the other room that halted the men's discussion. Matias walked out, trying to fix his broken glasses. He looked around cautiously before his eyes settled on me. "Hana," He cried, running towards me. I opened my arms to catch him, wincing a little when he held me tight. "Thank god, you are fine," I murmured into his hair.
Last Updated : 2024-04-18A TWENTY SOMETHING 84. OLD FRIEND
HANA "Don't you dare?" I warned him. Bash snickered at me and continued doing his very annoying job, measuring my body with his hand. "Three," He cheered, pressing his thumb between the valley of my breasts, eliciting a shaky breath from my body. "Four," He says, his thumb pressing my belly button. I smacked his hand away, making him chuckle. He moved my top aside despite my attempts to get his hand away from my skin. His touch, warm and safe spread across my waist. I sucked a breath, momentarily closing my eyes before I was reminded of what had happened. "You refused me," I snapped, turning my head to glare at him. The way Bash propped himself upon his elbow, his head resting on his palm as he casually slid his hand across my waist carefully so that he wouldn't touch the bruise on my side made me feel fuzzy inside. The butterflies came alive. "You refused me," I murmured, pouting at the ceiling. When was the last time I pouted? Never. Bash sure br
Last Updated : 2024-04-26A TWENTY SOMETHING 85. Pleasures
HANA A breathless moan escaped my mouth. I felt like I was floating. Whatever dream I'm in, I don't wanna get up from it. In that little corner of my mind, Bash was between my legs, eating my pussy. I couldn't see him but I felt him, his strong hands spread my thighs while he leisurely stroked my folds with his skilful tongue. I don't want to get up. I CAN'T GET UP. What? I jerked up, opening my eyes at once. This wasn't a dream. He is really there, between my thighs. I tried to get up but he held me down. "Bash," I panted. His eyes met mine when he flicked my clit with his tongue. He placed an open mouth kiss on my inner thighs before he made his way again to my opening. I threw my head back onto the pillow not caring about anything in the world. He licked the entire length of my pussy slowly making me squirm. "Bash, please." I moaned again, my fingers raking into his silky hair to pull him close. He smiled against my pussy lips which I felt through my entire body. I
Last Updated : 2024-05-02A TWENTY SOMETHING 86. TWO DOWN
BASH The aroma of fresh coffee, something caramel and nuts lured me out of my bedroom. I woke up late again which hadn't happened in all the months I had stayed alone. A smile tugged my lips when I saw her standing on her tiptoes and assessing the storage boxes on an upper shelf in the kitchen. I was angry when I got up and didn't find her beside me. It has always been like this before. I slept a lot when she was with me which used to result in her waking up and making breakfast. The images of last night flooded my brain, making my morning erection much harder to bear. I walked towards her and pulled her to me by her hips, making sure my cock pressed into her curvy ass. She gasped in my mouth as I crashed our lips, forcing my tongue inside her mouth. She yelped a little when I fondled her boobs. They fit perfectly in my hands. Everything about her is so perfect as though she was made for me. I was convinced it wouldn't be the case for the last one and a half years. But
Last Updated : 2024-05-06A TWENTY SOMETHING 87. FAMILY
HANA It took me half an hour to convince Mateo and Shalini that I was safe and in fact, happy no matter how little life allowed me to have it. For another thirty minutes, I stared at Seb sleeping with his pouty lips opened on a video call. It is something I have been doing for many days now. He is so adorable. I spent the next hour, exploring the villa. There is no soul in this house. The interior was modern but I couldn't see anything that screamed BASH in here. His house was different in Istanbul. His table used to be messy whenever he worked. There was always something in the laundry basket. His watches are everywhere in the closet even though he only wears his father's watch. There used to be a picture of his parents in Istanbul which I haven't seen in this house. The walls are either white or beige. It was grey and tea-green in Istanbul. How long is he living here? Bash has already filled his closet with new dresses including the undergarments. Everything l
Last Updated : 2024-05-11
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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
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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
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A TWENTY SOMETHING 103. PROMISE??
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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
