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
BASH I woke up to find Hana staring at me with a small smile. This is one of the things I like about her the most. She doesn't hide her feelings about me. She loves unconditionally without a mask. My eyes dropped to the marks on her neck. Mine. "Good morning," I murmured against her lips. "Good morning, handsome." I chuckled at her words, bringing her close to me. She is naked under the covers and the only thing she wears is the silver chain. She looked exquisite and so perfect. And she shared with me about her past. There's no going back now. She trusts me. I wrapped my hand around her waist, pulling her close. "What am I gonna do with you?" She smiled, flashing her tiny dimple which doesn't appear often unless smiled broadly. "I have a few things in mind which you can do with me." She giggled when I traced the soft skin of her thighs. "Do those things involve my mouth?" "Yes," She moaned as I kneaded her breasts. "And what else?" I qu
HANA I sat beside Bash, staring at an old photo Ahmet sent to my phone. It was taken at someone's wedding. His mother was so young, hardly eighteen or seventeen and she had him in her arms. Elio was behind her, laughing with a whiskey in his hand. Behind him was Bash's father. The photo was not clear. So there's no chance he is his father. But Ahmet sent the details of the flight tickets Mr. Merrick purchased that day. "This can be a coincidence," I murmured, pressing a kiss on his shoulder. "Why are you even trying to look into your mother's past?" "I need to know what happened to her before Xavier." I stilled beside me, suddenly looking at everything from his point of view. He was the boy who watched his mother kill herself. It's so easy to forget that Bash has a traumatic past in which he had found his mother after she killed herself and soon after a year, he lost his father too. He never let that get to him. Still, it was there, inside him and he lived in
HANA "You look happy," Shalini commented, sprawling across the huge couch. "You are marrying him, right?" Mateo asked me for the tenth time. We put Seb to sleep and then started drinking. Mateo still couldn't get over the known fact that Bash was a billionaire. "I precisely remember you calling our story a crime thriller and not a rom-com and that I am stupid to pursue him." I reminded him. "He lives like this. He lives here." He pointed to the vast pool on the balcony of our bedroom. "Everything is a romance. This is awesome." Shalini shook her head, laughing. "He used to own the company we work for, Mateo. What did you expect?" "Reality is different than expectations. Is there any way he might be interested in cute curly-haired guys?" He asked me with puppy eyes. "No," Shalini and I both snapped at once. "He is mine and mine alone." He threw his hands up. "Easy peasy. I'm not interested in him either. But it's high time you lend me money, bestie