Sedar and Ozgar immediately sought out Mercedes and Zeynep upon their arrival. They openly scanned the bar as they walked to it.
"There," Ozgar grimaced as he pointed to where they were standing.
Sedar followed his gaze, his fists tightening as he watched his wife lay her head on another man's shoulder. He walked over to them quickly, and as he got closer to her, she looked up, meeting his gaze as if she sensed his presence.
He took her hand in his and drew her to him, protectively wrapping his arm around her.
She tried to move away from him, but he leant in and whispered in her ear. "Let me hold you, Askim." He spoke roughly.
She froze and turned to face him, wrapping her arms around his waist. She had consumed too much alcohol, and she might regret her actions towards him later, but for now, he was going to enjoy the sensation of her wrapping her arms around him.
He chuckled as he heard her breathe him in and saw her look up at him.
Mercedes began to stir slowly in her sleep, the sun peeking through the window casting small hues of light throughout the room, and her head felt as if it weighed a tonne. "Shit!" She croaked out, opening her eyes and rolling over to the nightstand to retrieve her phone. She reached out and was met with nothing. Lifting her head, she searched for the location of her phone. She sighed and sat upright after quickly realising she wasn't in her room or bed. Her eyes quickly found a note with a glass of water and some painkillers sitting next to it as she looked around the room. She groaned with gratitude, swallowing the pain killers with the water, and picked up the note. ~I've made my way downstairs to get breakfast.Take a shower and I'll be back shortly.X Sedar.~ She continued to stare at the note and gradually began to recall the events of the previous night. She remembers begging Sedar to take her back to his so she could fall asleep i
Mercedes sat there watching Sedar take his place between her thighs; he looked at ease there, and she gazed at him with hooded eyes as he placed a gentle kiss on the inside of her thighs. His voice was rough and demanding as he peered up at her. "Now, askim." She rested the bottle against her chest, her thumb within the opening, giving her the perfect control of the flow. Observing as the cool amber liquor trickled slowly down her fevered skin, between her breasts, across her abdomen, and dispersed throughout her sex. When his tongue made contact with her clit, she moaned, her sweetly seductive voice filling the room. His flat board tongue licked her up and down, circling her sensitive bean. When he flicked his tongue over her clit, it was firm and pointed, applying the appropriate amount of pressure and speed to bring her to orgasm. "Sedar," she sobbed. "Please don't stop!" She leant back on her elbow, closing her eyes and allowing he
Sedar sat across from Ezekiel, feeling a sense of déjà vu. He let his eyes take in his surroundings, taking their time to get a good glimpse around the room, a niggling ache started to surface on the side of his head and he started to massage his temples. He noticed the more time he spent in the country, the more frequent his migraines were. His gaze fell on Ezekiel, who sat in his armchair, his revolver resting on his leg, pointed directly at him and his finger snugly on the trigger. "You said you wanted to talk, so talk." His voice was tight as he attempted to calm the animal within. Sedar rested his foot on his other knee as he spoke. "Well, it seems you already know my reason for wanting to meet up and talk." Ezekiel scoffed, "To confess that you denied Mercedes of a divorce you pressured her into signing the papers for?" His voice had a sour undertone to it. "Evet." (Yes) He said, his words drowning in guilt when he put it like that. 
Mercedes awoke to the noise of her phone's notification sound going off. She rolled over and stretched out her arm, looking for Sedar. When she was greeted with nothing but air, she sat up and yawned, twisting her body from side to side, she attempts to wake up her tired muscles as a delicious ache lingered between her legs and spreads across her lady bits. Her smile widened, and she picked up her pillow, muffling her 'Oh my God I just slept with Sedar!' screams. Spending a forbidden morning with Sedar exceeded her expectations. A morning she will never forget, a moment in time she will cherish forever, leaving her with no excuse not to move forward and live her best life. 'Damn you, Sedar.' She reflected in herself. 'You've gone ahead and ruined me for other men.' She sighed. Her body sang and her heart was at peace along with her mind. It was a new feeling she had never tasted before, a feeling she hoped will last forever. When the not
"You've screwed up, mate; she's aware that you're still married and has threatened to harm us if we approach her within ten feet," Ozgar mumbled into the phone. "How long ago was that?" "She walked out of here twenty minutes ago. She appeared torn between being relieved and fucking hurt. Sedar, rectify your mistake; you should not have slept with her without informing her first!" Ozgar shared before the call was terminated. "Allah Kharetsin!" (Jesus Christ!) Sedar swore, resetting the Uber app's location back to Mercedes home address. He chuckled in the back seat like a lunatic, which had his Uber driver questioning his sanity in the rearview mirror. If she thought her light threats would keep him away from her, she was sadly mistaken. There hasn't been a single day in his life when he hasn't stopped going after something he wants because someone told him to. Mercedes got out of the Uber and began climbing the stairs until she w
Sedar grabbed her hand and pulled her along with him as the elevator doors slid open. He swiped his keycard, and they entered his suite, which still had this morning's breakfast on the table and smelled like whisky and sex. He caught her gaze as she looked at the countertop where she sat, naked for him as he drank straight from her nectar. He ran his finger down the side of her arm, watching as she shook visibly in front of him. She turned to face him, a sad glint in her eyes and her bottom lip trembling. "Say what you dragged me here for so I can leave." She sat at the table, took a bagel, and began eating it. "Would you like some coffee with that?" As he grinned at her, he asked, amused. "I'd like a Turkish tea," she sighed. "I'm missing the herbal goodness." She looked at him, her eyes pleading. "One Turkish tea coming up," he said, taking off his blazer and hanging it over the chair before going to make her tea. Mercedes continued
Sedar was taken through to the back exit of the airport after landing in Istanbul to avoid the paparazzi who were circling the premises like a bunch of vultures. He didn't think the media was a worthy adversary for the inside scoop on his betrayal of his wife. As far as he was concerned, he had nothing to say to them; the country did not have the privilege of knowing everything about him at any given time. And when it came to Mercedes, he felt compelled to defend her status at any cost. Besides, he really wanted to get home and have a chat with his büyük baba, who he felt leaked his marital status the moment his lawyers would've found out, after doing a deep dive on his divorce case without his knowledge. He climbed into his black jeep, feeling exhausted from living a tiresome lifestyle, and drove back home. As he entered the living room, he noticed his büyük baba sitting on the sofa, reading the newspaper and sipping Turkish tea.
Two days later.....Mercedes stepped out of the elevator, her heels clicking against the expensive marble flooring, announcing her arrival. She approached the front desk, looking around the room and noticing that it was empty. She looked up at the large ancient clock on the wall and realised she was 30 minutes early."Hi, Mel is my name. Welcome to Ford, Bishop, and Lennox Enterprises. Do you have a meeting this morning?" Mel, with boxed dyed violet-black hair, asked, popping gum in her mouth as she stared at her computer screen and her acrylic nails tapped against her keyboard, filling the room with the agonising sound."Yeah, I have a 10 a.m. appointment with Riley." She replied, her brow furrowed, as she watched Mel with interest.Mel picked up the phone and put it to her ear. "Your ten o'clock has arrived." She raised her head and met Mercedes' gaze. "Of course, I can do that." She pushed back from her office chair and walked around the