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
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
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
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
BASH I looked at the elevator door again. It's been twenty minutes since Hana reached the tower and Celia went to her suite. My Bee hasn't come yet. I didn't get a chance to kiss her properly because Celia was craving stupid chips at 9 a.m. And Hana had to wear that sweater that hugged her body perfectly in all the right places. She looked so beautiful that I had a hard time looking away. I have to see her now, show her the picture of us, THE MONDAY BUZZ newspaper captured. I hated them capturing something so private. But the picture is so beautiful that I almost forgave them, almost. I have to see her reaction to this. We're getting a lot of exposure. It's not a good thing. But it happened in NEW YORK. It won't reach here in Italy soon unless Elio searches about me on Google which he never does. I still have time to deal with Elio. My phone buzzed with a text from her. She wrote that she was going home. I read the message again to understand it. What does she mean by goi
HANA I was hesitant to unbutton his shirt, bracing myself for him to stop me. Surprisingly, he didn't this time. He bent down to kiss me while I sat on the edge of the bed, working on his buttons. I moved my hands down, tracing the taut skin until I reached his pants. He instantly gets hard when I touch him and the way he looks at me with the equal measure of lust and love always puts me at ease. This is Bash, my Bash. There is nothing to fear before him. "Aren't you gonna say that I am still hurt to do this?" I teased, my hand cupping him through his pants. Bash groaned, pulling himself away from my mouth. The next second, he shoved me onto the bed and took off his shirt so gracefully, flaunting all his abs. "Like what you see?" He smirked and I eagerly nodded my head. His knuckles traced my knees, his touch lingering on the hem of my dress and his eyes held mine, seeking permission. It's wondrous how we are able to understand each other even when we don't say a word. I gave him a
HANA We fell into a blissful coma. He softened inside and still inside me. One of my legs was over his hip as we lay facing each other. He wants me close, so close that he had to be inside and pull me to his even in his sleep. I smiled, feeling something that no one made me think of before; precious. I felt precious. He made me feel treasured. After everything that happened in the last week and his resistance to having sex, I think that he will be more gentle than necessary. To my surprise, he had been himself. He gave me time to adjust and prepare, and once he got me how he wanted, he gave us what we needed. It didn't feel like we hadn't had this intimate for almost two years. It felt like we did this daily. Our bodies remember us well. Nothing seemed odd or out of place. We are perfect together. But for how long? I felt a lump in my throat. I will tell him today. I will hold no secret and let him choose if he still wants me or not. If I sleep with him one more time, I
HANA I remember that day clearly. We made love on our very first date, played chase on the road, and kissed in the rain while Ahmet looked at us like we were some stupid teenagers. I saw a colleague that day at the wedding and glared at him for leaving his wife and daughter in the car. Something Ahmet said to me struck my mind. "Please don't glare at him. I am taking a leave tomorrow. I don't wanna cancel my plans and kidnap him." I didn't understand the hidden meaning then. I didn't even give it a thought because I was so mesmerised with everything Bash did that day. How the hell did I miss that? Leo went missing the very next day he met me. "You kidnapped him because I glared at him?" I asked him, still in shock. "You weren't even there at the office that day." Bash switched off the stove and started searching for something in the cupboards. "Bash." I yelled to get his attention back. He sighed, looking fucking exhausted while I was fuming here. "Yasmine saw you spea