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
Three days later... Istanbul, Turkey... "There is someone here to see you, Mr Ozturk," Neriman informed Sedar over the phone. "I requested that you cancel all of my appointments." He mumbled into the phone. "Ah... This is not a scheduled appointment. But I'm afraid you'll kill me if I don't tell you that this person is someone you'll want to see." He looked at his watch, it was 6 p.m. and he rubbed his irritated hand across his face. He'd returned from New Zealand with a slew of blunders that needed to be fixed. The team Mercedes had assembled to complete the complex had refused to work under Ali and had defected to Aytac's firm. 'That slimy creep would gladly take my left nutsack if he could.' He thought to himself as he accidentally snapped the pen he was holding in half. He threw it across the room, pulling a bottle of whisky and two glasses from his top drawer. Whoever came to see him would have
He placed his hands on the sides of her face, and she swallowed. "I, too, have a condition." "Name it," He insisted. "Don't make me stay at your grandfather's house." She begged, she couldn't stand having to put up with his snide remarks. "By tomorrow night, he'll be gone." He stated. "Are you going to kick him out?" She was surprised and assumed they had to move out. "Evet, the house is mine; I was only keeping him nearby to keep an eye on him until I found a way to depose him as CEO." "I'm leaving for New Zealand tonight and will be back in a couple of days. I need to inform the Manson Brothers that I won't be able to stay and assist them, and I need to inform Ezekiel that I'm leaving." She enlightened him. He nodded his head, "Let's celebrate by going out to dinner." He winked at her, wanting to spend time with her alone. "My flight is in two hours; by the time I get back to the hotel and airport, it'll be time for m
Sedar entered his ensuite, turning on his shower as he undressed, getting out of his rain-soaked suit with shivering limbs. He stood under the hot water as it sprayed over his cold body and thought about Mercedes before she left for New Zealand. Reminiscence... He'd returned Mercedes to her hotel room to collect her belongings and change before driving her to the private hangar where he pays to keep his jet. "Are you really going to keep your first encounter with me a secret?" She looked at him with wide eyes, aghast. "Evet, not every memory is meant to be shared." He chuckled at her as they walked towards the jet, her luggage in his hands. "I really wish you had showered before you brought me here. You're going to catch a cold." As she touched his arm, she shook her head. "I survived a major car wreck; a head cold is nothing." He said sarcastically, winking at her with a broad smile on his face. He couldn't bring himself to te
"So, I take it that you took my advice and talked to Sedar?" Riley inquired as she sat in her chair, behind her desk, staring at Mercedes who stood by the window with her arms crossed. Mercedes gazed out the window, her arms tightening around herself as she reflected on her evening with Sedar and the kisses he bestowed upon her prior to boarding the Jet. She noticed something different about him, like the way he looked at her and spoke to her with more conviction. She was also nervous about seeing Ozgar and hoped he wouldn't figure out her true motives for her sudden return. "That was the easy part." She finally spoke. "I'm afraid my emotions will triumph over my logic. When I returned, he had one condition." She muttered, feeling caught between reality and a misconstrued dream. "I'm assuming you have to share a bed with him and be willing to screw him?" Riley snorted. If she had a dollar for every time she heard that term, she could retire by
Sedar sat inside the jet, anticipating Mercedes' arrival with a bouquet of flowers and a chilled bottle of wine on the table. He figured he'd take the initiative and surprise her. Three days had passed too slowly for him, especially since his büyùk baba had moved out and it was just him and the house staff at his home. He felt lonely and believed only his wife could fill that void. When Mercedes appeared in front of him, she was dressed in loose track pants, a fitted singlet, a long cardigan, ugg boots, and her hair was tied up in a messy bun. He had to stop himself from laughing because the laughter that threatened to erupt from his belly was burning inside him like lava, engulfing everything it touched. When her eyes met his, she screamed, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and her hand covering her tired, make-up-free face from him. He stood up, picking up the flowers, and approached her with an amused expression on his handsome face. "Hoşgeldin
Mercedes awoke with music playing in the background and rolled over, stretching her tired and sore limbs. She lay flat on her back, her fingers running through her hair as she gazed up at the ceiling. The room was brightly lit by the early morning sun, and she extended her hand to admire the ring that was beautifully displayed on her finger. The bed dipped beside her and her gaze was drawn to Sedars as he leant in and kissed her good morning. "Günaydn,(good morning) Mrs Ozturk." He said as he pressed another kiss to her swollen lips. "Good morning." Her face flushed, and she drew the sheet tighter around her naked body. "I ran you a bath because I know your body must be a little sore after this morning." He looked at her with apologetic eyes. "You make me wild with lust." He openly declared to her. When they returned to the house from the hanger, he had pounced on her and made crazy sweet love to her several times throughout the remainder of t
"Ahhhh, Mrs Ozturk." Neriman rushed over to her, having witnessed her and Sedar exit the elevators hand in hand. "Are you back for good?" She said as she drew her in for a massive hug. "She is, indeed, Neriman. You now have five minutes to go around and inform everyone." Sedar laughed as he looked at her. "I don't need five, but I'll gladly take them." She spoke as she leant in and gave Mercedes another quick hug before fleeing. "You're so mean to her," Mercedes gasped, slapping Sedar on the arm, playfully with a smirk on her face. "Do you know how many daddy lawsuits I'd get if I was kind to every woman I know, a month?" He gave her a sceptical look as he shook his head from experience. She rolled her eyes at him, aware that he was speaking the truth but unwilling to admit it. He guided her to his office by placing his hand on the small of her back. As they entered, he took her hand in his and led her to his desk, where he sat in his of
Mercedes sat on the sofa in Sedar's office, poring over the blueprints for the new projects Sedar intends to build over the next few years. She rolled the prints back up and reinserted them into their tubes, her gaze raised to the wall clock. "I'm off to lunch with Neriman now; would you like me to bring you anything?" Mercedes inquired as she rose and approached him, sitting on the edge of his desk, rearranging his mused hair. He took her hand in his, brought it to his lips, and kissed her knuckles lightly. "Hayir,(no) but I will accompany you downstairs because I have someone I need to introduce you to." He leant back in his chair, his gaze fixed on hers. "Me?" She inquired, her hand resting on her chest in bemusement. "Evet." (Yes) He raised himself from his chair and slid his arms through his suit jacket, giving her a cheeky wink. She stood in front of him, adjusting his collar and smoothing his ash grey, silky tie with her fingers. "You'v
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