Sedar rolled over, stirring in his sleep, slowly jerking his weary eyelids open to find a naked woman with long, raven black hair, sprawled across his bed next to him. He drew her naked figure flush against his body, burying his morning wood into her voluptuous ass cheeks. Sliding his hands down her body, he began caressing the soft mould between her thighs, with curious fingers and a lopsided smirk on his beautiful face. She moaned, reacting to his touch and wriggled against him, muttering incoherently. He chuckled, enjoying the effect he bestowed upon her as she continued to sleep. Mercedes bit her lower lip, wishing her fantasy lover would speak to her, telling her how bad she was, whispering in her ear about all the naughty things he wanted to do to her body and how much he needed her. She welcomed her wet dreams with open arms, putting her nightmares on hold as she struck it rich in the fantasy world. As
Sedar caught her just before her body collided with the floor, he picked her up bridal style and laid her on the bed as gently as he could. Gazing down at her, he ran a hand through his hair, sighing. That undoubtedly didn't go the way he wanted it to. "Gods!" He sighed, scratching the back of his neck with frustration. He stared down at her, taking in her elegant figure, she reminded him of his anne(mother) and had to rapidly blink her image out of sight. A surge of possessiveness crashed into him like a tidal wave, causing his hands to form defensive fists. She emerged feelings that we're very foreign to him to feel in a situation where his anne (mother) wasn't involved. Leaning forward he brushed her hair away from her face, covering her with a blanket and left the room to let her rest in peace. Mercedes stirred, submerging from the darkness that refused to hold her captive. She sat upright,
Two Years Earlier... "Crap.." Mercedes blew out. Large droplets of water fell from the sky as it beat down on her car. The clouds soon darkened, obstructing the sun's rays from reaching the horizon. The squeaky sound of her windshield wipers echoed horribly in her ears as condensation gradually coated her windscreen. She lowered her headlights and narrowed her eyes, attempting to see through her fogged windshield. She quickly looked away from the road as she struggled to switch on the air conditioner. When she raised her eyes. She screamed, slamming on her brakes and collided with the vehicle in front of her. "No..no, no, no, no, ..." She chanted as she quickly stepped out of her car to assess the damage she caused. "Bok!" (Shit) Sedar cursed as the SUV jerked forward. He shifted in his seat, enthralled by the idiot who had hit into the back of the car he w
Present Day... Forty-Seven Hours After Their Conversation.... "How much Ezekiel?" Cedes sat on the sofa watching him pace up and down in the living room. Leaning forward, she rested her elbows on her knees as she bounced them up and down. She came across a foreclosure letter this morning that she found hidden inside his favourite book on the coffee table. She confronted him an hour ago over breakfast and wouldn't take the poor excuse he gave her as a proper explanation. "Three hundred thousand." He stopped and looked at her. "How, how did you get so behind in the payments?" She asked him, shocked. Ezekiel Williams is the detective that handled her parents' case. 'A crime of passion' that put her in foster care for eight years. He was her guardian angel who came to her rescue when she found herself in deep trouble. He took her in, put her through school, and gave her a third chance at life. She owed him her life and loved him like an older brother. She had planned on confidi
They sat in the living room, each staring at the other. Cedes looked at her husband with daggers in her eyes, and Sedar scowled at Ezekiel as Ezekiel waited for one of them to at least give him an answer. The atmosphere was sickeningly tense. "Well?" Ezekiel was the first to break the silence that drifted between them. He felt torn as he gazed at Cedes, his hand brushing across his face. "You are married?" He said through gritted teeth, shaking his head with disappointment. She shot Sedar a nasty look when she saw that he was staring at her, and then she flipped him the bird and began watching Ezekiel again. "I was going to tell you about it. And then I discovered the letter. It just didn't seem as though it was all that important anymore." She spoke with shame-coating her words "Doesn't explain. Why you're suddenly married, kid." "I.. I LOVE HIM!!...." She spluttered out, her gaze fixed on Sedar.
Thirty-Eight Hours Later.... Sedar gawked at his wife, who was seated across from him at the dinner table. He had given her thirty hours to organise her affairs and return to him. He compelled the need to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. After that little stunt he pulled by kissing her on the lips, he thought for sure that she wouldn't show up. He still questions himself about what brought the urge on for him to do it. 'I had to seal our deal with a kiss by claiming those deep red lips of hers.' He thought to himself... 'Evet, (yes) and in exchange, she slapped you, leaving her handprint on your face for hours on end, reminding you to maintain your distance.' He was mocked by his inner god. Either way, she's here and they had a lot to talk about before they fly back to his homeland first thing in the morning. "Our flight is scheduled for Eight o'clock in the morning." He started.
"Open the door, Askim!" (My love!) He barged into the room, discovering she had locked herself in the ensuite. He struck it with his hand. "Piss off!" She addressed him. "Do you have any idea how much the shirt you just ruined cost me?" He grounded out and banged on the door once more. "Do you honestly believe I give a shite about the price of your shirt?" She scoffed incredulously. "It cost me $1300." He lectured her directly. She laughed, which conjured a deep growl from him. "It's not my fault that you have more money than brains! Who would spend $1300 on a white shirt? Was it soaked in a diamond-encrusted tub!" She laughed hysterically, which greatly irritated him further. "By the way, since I don't intend on leaving here until you do, you might as well piss off!" "You are a pain in my, eşek (ass) you know that?! You had better be worth every cent I've spent on you." He yelled out, slamming his hand against the door o
Sedar cast a sidelong glance at his wife as they stood at the top of the staircase, facing the influx of paparazzi forming in front of them, armed with cameras and microphones, eager to obtain the full story of his secret love affair, which resulted in him eloping in a foreign country without family present. She bit her lip as she stared out into the open, looking like a scared kitten. He watched as her chest rose and fell, and he took her hand in his. Bringing it up to his mouth, he brushed his lips along her knuckles. She gasped with wide eyes, fighting the urge to pull away from him. "It's showtime, Askim." (My love) He whispered, his words masked by the kiss he gently placed on her feverish skin. She nodded her head, transforming herself from a fearful kitten to a woman who exudes confidence and appears to be exactly where she belongs, by his side, as his wife. They began descending the staircase slowly, creating the illusion of a happ
Five wonderful years later... "Alex!!" Mercedes yelled and dashed downstairs as quickly as her feet would let her without stumbling. She entered the living room "Alex, Alex! Come on, darling, it's time for your bath, and if you don't hurry up and get out, it'll become cold." She sighed and put her hand on her head, puzzled as to where the little brat had vanished to. The front door opened as she made her way to the foyer, pausing to rub the aching in her lower back. Her mouth watered as her husband walked through the door, accompanied by an army of men barking orders. Desire pooled in her panties; it was visions like this that had landed her in her current state, twice. She had no idea how much watching her husband boss people around would turn her on. She bit her lower lip, her nipples hardening against her white top, and she let out a faint moan, drawing Sedar's entire attention. He came to a halt, gesturing with his hand for his army of mobsters behind him to be quiet. With a
It's been two weeks since her fated soulmate got down on one knee and proposed to her. Mercedes could swear she blinked and was thrown into the future, she spent day and night planning for this day, jotting down her visions and ridiculous requests in her custom-made wedding planner Sedar had created for her. Zeynep insisted on including everything in the album while she and Neriman oversaw the execution of her dream wedding. They didn't want her stressing out due to the little bundle of joy growing in her swelling womb. She was eager to see how everything came together, forming dozens of butterflies in her stomach and she couldn't wait to see the look on Sedar's face as she approaches him with Ezekiel at her side while they make their way down the aisle. But for now, she stood in front of the full-length mirror, her hands running down the front of her cream mermaid, strapless gown. She couldn't stop the grin from growing larger as the pain in her cheeks incre
"Mercedes Winterburn, Your eyes are the first thing I want to see in the morning before the sun rises, and those luscious deep red lips are the last thing I want to feel as I close my eyes and drift off to sleep each night with you wrapped in my arms." He said with a husky accent, nervously inhaling and exhaling. "I'm aware that our contract marriage has been nothing short of a wild ride, and it's during that wild ride that I've fallen in love with you to the point where I'm willing to rip open my chest and give you my heart for eternity." His voice cracked as he watched her cry, hoping they were happy tears because the sight of her crying in the moonlight killed him. "I fell in love with my life the moment I fell in love with you, and I promise you that no one will work harder or cherish you as much as I will to ensure your happiness. With this ring, will you make an honest man of me and marry me with your heart?" He held his breath, watching her with his sky blue eyes, pleading to
'Do you see that spoiled young man over there?' Neriman whispered to Mercedes, pointing to the youngster loitering at the corner table, surrounded by the waiting staff. Mercedes let her gaze follow to where Neriman was pointing. "Oh, I see him, even, through the crowd of staff he sticks out like a sore thumb," Mercedes scoffed, shaking her head with disgust as she avoided making direct eye contact with him when his gaze briefly fell on theirs. Neriman quickly steered them away from the table that led to the back, where all the magic would take place once Sedar was finished. "He is the first son of the country's biggest drug lord, well, his family is like royalty in the Türk mafyasi, (Turkish Mafia) he still sucks on his annes (mothers) tit, bleeding her dry because his baba won't let him back into the family business after violating his oath," Neriman explained. "His baba, (father) Ihsan Kartal, is the one who will attempt to overthrow Sedar and claim his emp
As the black midnight skies cloaked the abandoned street, the restaurant lit up the atmosphere, radiating tones of light that could be seen a mile away. When the car came to a standstill, Sedar exited the Jeep and stood by the door, waiting for Mercedes to place her hand in his and allow him to escort her to the front entrance. While raindrops fell from the sky, men lined up along the red carpet, holding black umbrellas as the flickering lights from the cameras lit up the walkway as the press went crazy for snapshots of the guests attending. She felt like Cinderella, waiting for the clock to strike midnight, her carriage to transform into a pumpkin, and cute mice to appear as she loses her glass slipper, fleeing the dream that will quickly turn into a nightmare. She let out a small yelp after pinching herself to ensure she wasn't still trapped in her fantasy dream, and when she didn't wake up, she closed her eyes and marvelled at her life. "Are you al
Since leaving the hospital and returning to Istanbul, the press has hung around the house and company like a bad smell, scavenging for whatever information they can get their hands on.It's been just over a month since that fateful night, two weeks since Ezekiel joined them in Turkey following his escape from the country, and just a few hours until Sedar gets down on one knee and pops the big question.He took a personal day off from work and spent the majority of the morning making love to the woman who makes his heart sing and his body strum like live wires to a Destiny's harp. They were given the green light by the specialist to act on their sexual urges four days ago since the pills she was prescribed were working well and her uterine lining was nice and thick.He was having difficulty keeping up with her beneath their bedsheets, in the shower, against the wall, and even in the office, on his sofa or desk. Her sexual appetite was out of this world, but he ma
"Could you please tell me what became of my abla, Emel?" He inquired of Ezekiel, his eyes widening with a genuine interest in her well-being. "She will not be permitted to return to the country, but I deleted the footage from the laptop's hard drive to give her time to gather her belongings and fly back to Istanbul on your jet." He explained as he sat up in his chair. "You did that for her?" Sedar inquired, his face and words contorted with shock. "Yes, we must protect our own until the bitter end, don't we?" He looked both of them in the eyes, unsure if they shared his views on loyalty. "Evet," (yes) they both nodded in unison. "What if they discover you tampered with evidence?" Ozgar inquired, concerned for his job as a detective. "This is where you two come into play." He flatly stated. "I'm going to need your private jet to get out of here." His gaze was fixed on Sedar. "And I'll require your connections to gain permanent entry int
Three days later.... Sedar was taken off the hyperbaric oxygen treatment two days ago, and ever since, Mercedes has been a thorn by his side. While she slept next to him on his hospital bed, she had her leg draped across his torso, her head resting on his chest as she slept to the beat of his heart, and her arm encircled around his neck. This was her following the doctor's orders; she expended her bed rest in the hospital, laying in bed with her husband, and she couldn't care less what anyone had to say. As far as she was concerned, He was HER husband, the father of HER child, and the man who held HER heart in the palms of his hands and that's all that mattered to her until Sedar awoke from his slumber, She knew deep down that no one would bother her as long as she had a certain detective or lawyer by her side 24/7 and each time a nurse suggested for her to go home and rest or leave Sedar's side, a low growl filled the room, resulting in the nurses wa
Mercedes stood outside Sedar's hospital room, gazing out the window with her heart on her shoulder and ready to crumble at any moment. She fought back tears, knowing she was supposed to be on bed rest and had no intention of complying with the doctor's orders until she received confirmation that her husband was stable. She rested her hand against the cold glass window, resting her head against her hand, and inhaled deeply, closing her eyes. "If there is one thing I want you to understand, my love... It would have to be that I am insanely in love with you," She guffawed at her admission. "When I consider a future with you and a half-dozen crazy little Sedars running through our house, my heart sings a melody with your name ciphered into it and my body murmurs with peace." Her voice trembled. "Please, please... find your way back to us." She pleaded. "Hey, Mercedes," she exclaimed as a hand rested on her shoulder, "Üzgùnüm." (I'm sorry) In a soothing tone, a fa