2] The Morning After Part Two.

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, leaning against the elegant headboard. Her mind felt hazy as she watched the visible dust particles gliding through the air as the sun peeked through the curtains.

She covered her mouth, muffling the sounds of her whimpering. With everything that's going on in her life right now, couldn't believe she went ahead and married the first stranger she came across. Running her trembling fingers through her hair, she sighed with a heavy heart and got out of bed seeking an explanation.

She entered the kitchen to find the man cooking with his back to her. She furrowed her brows, unsure how to announce her arrival without startling him. Rubbing her forehead, she cleared her throat. He turned to face her, and she gave him an awkward smile, becoming increasingly nervous as he stared at her.

Sedar placed the scrambled eggs he had cooked for breakfast on their plates. 

"Merhaba." (Hello) He straightened, giving her a full explosive smile. 

"Lütfen (please), let's eat and I'll answer your questions. I can see your brain ticking overtime in that head of yours." He gestures her to sit.

He watched his wife take her seat and poured her a freshly brewed Turkish tea. She glanced up thanking him as she took a sip from her cup. She moaned with appreciation, licking her lips and took another.

He sighed, her actions seemed erotic, and he fought the low growl that threatened to escape from the back of his throat.

"Ask away...." He said as he dug into his scrambled eggs on toast.

"We're married?" 

"Evet." (Yes)

"How?" She scowled looking at him.

"We eloped." 

"Why, why would we marry one another when we don't know each other?" She prompted with impatience.

He placed his utensils down and wiped his mouth. 

"You truly have no recollection about last night?" He asked with a heavy accent. 

"No, it's pretty clear I've made some terrible decisions on my behalf." She pondered whether or not to eat her breakfast as she stared down at it.

He frowned, the last thing he needs right now is a wife with an unfiltered mouth. He can predict their days and nights will be spent bickering like a real married couple and he cringed at the idea. 

"Our marriage is a short term agreement. I offered you a job back home in Turkey. You're a top-notch construction engineer and the Manson brothers swear by you." 

"There has to be more to the story than what you're saying," she insisted, refusing to believe she married him solely because he gave her a job.

"Those were my intentions, and I can't respond for your own reasons." He explained.

"How long is short term?" She queried.

"One year." He said, using his cup of tea to mask his smirk. 

"ONE YEAR??!!" She screamed, abruptly standing from the table.

"Th. That's not short term." She chuckled with disbelief.

"Short term is like a week. Not a fucking year!" She looked at him with wide eyes, emphasising the word fuck, suddenly feeling trapped. 

Sedar rose from his chair, mirroring her stance.

"I understand that you are shocked and awfully confused. But, lütfen (please). Try not to raise your voice." He begged as he had a niggling headache forming around his temples.

"I want a divorce." She demanded, crossing her arms.

"It's a done deal." He moaned with impatience, picking up the utensils he carried on eating his breakfast before it turned stone cold. 

"No, it's fucking not. It can’t be." Her heart was racing as she mumbled and shook her head.

"You're an Ozturk, congratulations," He said sarcastically. 

Mercedes reclined into her chair and glared at Sedar. Their eyes dance around each other's faces as they silently realise that this is their lives for the next twelve months.

What they thought to be a grand idea last night, suddenly feels quite the opposite.

It's evident they're attracted to one another, but to live twelve months as man and wife....

What's the worst that could happen?

"You have forty-eight hours to come to your senses or I'll drag you back to Istanbul kicking and screaming.”  He informed her, with his mouth full of food. 

She suddenly rose from her chair several moments later, her eyes tearing up.

"Fuck this!" She stated, picking up a piece of toast and bolted out of his suite, quicker than a speeding ticket.

Without a second glance back at her husband.

“Bok!" (Shit!) He exclaimed, driving his plate away as his appetite vanished.

He desired her assistance, and that was the most important thing to him. Before his büyük baba gets his hands on the project and drives him to the sidelines, he needs to get his site up and running quickly. This is his chance to demonstrate to the board that he is more than capable of getting the job done and that he is the legitimate CEO of Ozturk Legacy.

He picked up his phone and dialed his personal assistant back home.

"Neriman, get Ozgar to prepare a new contract and tell him to add $500,000 to the agreement. Evet, $250,000 when she arrives in Istanbul and the other half when we divorce." He ended the call, leaning back in his seat with his arms behind his head, smirking.

Everybody has a price, it's just a matter of determining what that price is.