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
"I'll get the Siş kebap and a tea, please," Mercedes said, handing the menu back to the waitress. "I'll just have what she's having." After carefully reading the menu, Neriman finally spoke up. They sat at the table in awkward silence, looking around the small intimate cafe a few times before Mercedes spoke. "I appreciate you joining me." She expressed with embarrassment. "Teşekkürler, (thanks) for the invitation. I was shocked when you asked me, out of all people." She responded truthfully. Mercedes cocked her head and looked her in the eyes. "Why wouldn't I ask you? You're the one who works for my husband, the one who keeps him on his toes and makes him want to pull out his hair. I wouldn't want to befriend anyone else besides you." Mercedes said, propping her arm against the table and resting her chin on her hand. "You're too kind." "You need to give credit where credit is due, Neriman." Mercedes let her gaze drift ove