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82. THE AFTERMATH
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A 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.
A 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
A 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
A 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
A 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
A TWENTY SOMETHING 88. PROMISE of PLEASURE
HANA "I have a very bad feeling. It's not a coincidence." Bash said with a frown, his eyes never left the picture on the tab, but his hand squeezed mine. "That's what I thought." Alexander agreed. "Elio is eerily calm, especially after what happened to Matias and the stunt you pulled by kissing your girl in front of enemies." Bash abruptly raised his head from the tab. "Oh, shut up. You are beginning to annoy the fuck out of me." Alex came bearing information about Elio Mancini, Bash's biological father. A lot happened in this week. But the CAPO(their words, not mine) didn't bother to check upon his nephews and worse, he is seen with one of his sworn enemies, THE MATRIX(whoever or whatever that is). I examined the pictures on the tab. They are not clear. One is Elio, stepping into a club(according to Alexander's very skilled undercover guard) from the front door while another head (who is the one of key members in that Matrix) man enters the same club fro
A TWENTY SOMETHING 89. THE ARTICLE
HANA I received a call from an unknown number. After the ordeal with the loan apps two years ago and the kidnapping a few months back, I stopped answering unknown calls. I just stared at the screen, waiting for it to stop ringing. Bash came from behind, unbuttoning his shirt. The fresh scent of after-wash and his own unique scent filled my senses. "Why is Celia calling you?" He asked me. I quickly picked up the phone when he said that. "Finally," I heard Celia say from the other end in her silky voice. "Am I disturbing you?" Bash gave me a questioning look. "No, not at all. Tell me." I said on the phone. "Okay, there is this place which is not filled with so many food courts and is behind a bookstore. There won't be much traffic there and we can sit outside and eat one of the best french fries. There are no schools or parks nearby. It won't be that busy. Will you accompany me?" She panted at the end. "If it is okay with you." She added. "You want
A TWENTY SOMETHING 90. ONE LAST QUESTION
HANA "It hurts," I told her, hoping that she could take away the pain between my legs magically. She caressed my hair, whispering. "It's okay, sweetheart. It will heal. You will be fine. I am here, we are all here." "It hurts," I told her again fully aware that she could not take the pain away. She was the reason I was suffering. "I did it for you," She told me, her hand caressing my hair again. "Cillian will love you." I don't know why the memories came back when I looked at her again. My mom clicked her tongue something she doesn't do often. And my brain started to relive the moment when I had my hymen stitched back. She clicked her tongue. I was under anaesthesia and I almost thought I was dreaming. "Why would Cillian want a damaged girl?" I heard her say to someone. "It's for the best. Violet thought well." Suddenly, everything became clearer. It was Violet's idea. She tried to help me and carefully manipulated everyone so they were convinc
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