Three weeks later...
Mercedes stood in front of her full-length mirror, combing her towel-dried hair, humming and smiling as she prepared to pick up Ozgar from the airport. In the pit of her stomach, butterflies were fluttering. She was overjoyed to see him and couldn't wait to put her arms around his neck and kiss him to express her gratitude.
For the past few nights, Ozgar has managed to become the starring character in her most private dreams since the kiss they exchanged at the airport.
Now, don't go getting it twisted just yet....
Mercedes has no intentions of jumping into bed with Ozgar, but a little flirting and kissing can't hurt. She wasn't seeking a long-term commitment. You're probably familiar with the expression.
'In for a good time, not a long time.'
Well, this is the motto she'd like to live by for the next few years. She, above all others, understands that life is too short. And she felt her marriage was much shorter, oblivio
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Sedar and Ozgar sat inside the Uber and observed Mercedes as she sat in her car, which was parked in her driveway as the Uber came to a halt. They both wondered what was going through her mind as she started banging her hands against her steering wheel before gaining back her composure and exiting her car. Ozgar felt bad for her; the look of shock on her face hit him like a tonne of bricks. All he could think of doing was walking over to her, yanking her car door open, and take her in his arms, apologising for not being warier of Sedar's actions. "Go to the hotel; I'll meet you there when I'm finished here," Sedar advised. "Do you really think now is the time to confront her? She looked as if she had seen a ghost." Ozgar mumbled. The prospect of him being alone with Mercedes did not sit well with him. Neither did the thought of her letting down her guard and allowing Sedar to reclaim his position as her husband. "Yes, I noticed that as
He wrapped his fingers around her upper arm and gently slammed her against the wall next to the door, enclosing her with his arms. He disliked being touched in such a manner unless it was in connection with sexual behaviour. She attempted to move his arm, but he remained immobile; he was far too strong for her, and she was forced to raise her head and meet his hard gaze. "Move." She stated bluntly. Instead of speaking, he snarled with his upper lip curling upwards. "Fucking move!" She cried out, pressing her hand against his chest roughly. His hands encircled her wrists, preventing her from lashing out at him physically. "The last woman who slapped me in that manner." He paused for effect as he growled. "Was taken roughly up against a wall, screaming my name and submitting herself to my every whim." He leant in close, whispering in her ear. "Is that what you want, benim kuzgun saçlı meleğim?" (my raven-haired angel) He
"At ease Soldier," Sedar told Ozgar as he took another swig of his beer. He had no desire to go toe-to-toe with his best friend, whom he also considers to be his brother. Internally, he knows he can't be completely upset with him for falling in love with his wife. He was certain he had not done it on purpose, and he was not about to tell him, giving him an excuse to pursue her further. He did, however, have a sudden urge to send Ozgar back early so that he could stay and try to get to know Mercedes again, with the hope that it would jog his memory. Because they didn't divorce, he believes that the contract they had is still in effect today. All he needed to do was find the right words to say it to her. He had secretly hoped that she would have accepted the position so that he could gradually convince her that she was, in fact, still an Ozturk. "We need to get moving if we're going to make it to this meeting on time," he said, glancing at
Her voice was like a wonderful symphony in his ears that never stopped playing, making the one word vibrate in the back of his throat, and he didn't want it to stop. With her acceptance still lingering in the air between them, he pressed his lips against hers, claiming her soft moans as his own, never wanting to let her go. But he knew it wouldn't last, and he was ready and willing to live in the moment with her. Warmth bloomed in his chest, sparks igniting as she leant in closer, their lips tentatively brushing together for the second time. The aroma of her perfume, as well as her conditioner's sweet, fruity scent, made him dizzy, and butterflies danced in his gut. As she surrendered to the kiss, her lips were impossibly soft against his own and he was overcome with emotion and warmth flooding his insides. They were brought back to reality by the sound of children laughing and the buzzing of pedestrian lights. He brushed his lips against hers one last time,
Sedar entered the Manson Brothers' building. A location he's found himself returning to on a regular basis while in the country, as he's become quite good friends with the brothers, Dante, Mason and Nio. "Sedar, How are you doing, man?" Dante approaches him, shaking his hand. "I'm doing better, mate. You?" "Yeah, yeah... I'm fine. So, uh, what brings you by?" He extends an invitation for him to take a seat. "I'm attempting to reacquaint myself with my familiar surroundings in the hope that it will trigger a memory." He says as he takes a seat and unbuttons his suit jacket. "And here I thought you were dropping in because ya missed us," He says sarcastically. "Hayir, (Nah) your ugly face with your horrendous Kiwi accent drives me insane." He chuckles. "You do know the Kiwi accent was rated the sexiest accent last year?" He looks at him with amusement. "Evet, (yes) those people must have been tone-deaf, surely
Mercedes unexpectedly found herself standing in a chapel, dressed in an Emerald green gown and holding a face mask in her hand. A wooden bench caught her attention as she moved her gaze around the building. She took a step forward to take a seat on the bench. Her head felt dizzy, and everything around her seemed to be spinning, making it difficult for her to remain still.However, she quickly realised that she couldn't move, that her feet felt like bricks, and when she opened her mouth to call out, she was met with silence instead of sound.When she witnessed three people appear in front of her, she knew she was having an out of body experience. Sedar, the priest, and herself stood before her. She uttered a hushed exclamation.She double blinked, rubbing her eyes as she watched herself stand there, giggling while she looked at Sedar. She was dressed in the same Emerald green gown as she was wearing and held the same mask in her hand. Sedar was dressed in a black
Mercedes raised her eyes to the massive structure and lowered them to her phone to double-check the hotel's address. Ozgar had invited her over for breakfast last night, following a large pizza shared under the stars. She entered the building, taking in the lavish decor in the front foyer, and couldn't bear the thought of how much a night's stay would cost. She pulled out her phone as she approached the elevators, pressed the button, and sent a quick message to Ozgar informing him of her presence. When he kissed her, whispering explicit things in her ear and offered to take her to breakfast. She had to politely inform him that she would not be waking up in his arms the following morning. She also conveyed to him her confusion following their kiss and she didnt want to cause any conflict between him and Sedar. He discreetly expressed his disappointment, telling her he fully understood and that they could proceed at the pace she most felt confident with.
Sedar continued to drag Zeynep to Ozgar's room, but as he got closer, he watched Mercedes quickly turn around and break into a light jog towards the set of elevators. "Fuck!" He let out a curse. He swiped the card and shoved Zeynep inside as quickly as he could, making sure the door clicked shut behind him. Dashing towards the elevators, he watched as they slid shut, with her beautiful hazel green eyes heavy on his. "Arggh!!" He irritatedly growled. He slammed his hand against the wall, hating the sensation of her fleeing. It roused the beast within him, and before he knew it, he was sprinting towards the stairs, taking them two at a time, barefoot. He was twelve stories up and unsure if he'd be able to reach her in time, but that made the hunt a little more exciting for him. He loved a good challenge, which is precisely how he viewed his wife. A worthy challenge. "Come on!!.." Mercedes cried out as she i