The jeep came to a standstill in front of the prison, Sedar glanced at his watch, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to regulate his breathing. He wanted to sit in front of his büyük baba with as much self-control he can muster, he needed to put on a front to get the information he required.
He personally wanted to get his hands on the bastards that snatched his wife, having the audacity to touch a hair on her pretty little head!
The rage within him was burning his soul and he couldn't rest or think straight until he knew the bastards were no longer lurking in the shadows. This was the most erratic thing he's ever done and he wouldn't do it for anyone o
Mercedes sat patiently in Riley's office, awaiting her appearance. As she sat on the flight back home, going through her emails, she realised she had sent copies of her marriage certificate and the divorce decree to Riley the day she had been kidnapped. She remembered thanking the Gods that Neriman needed a substantial amount of money to remain in her residency. Giving her the perfect cover to carry out her task assigned by Riley. She had benefited from Nerimans predicament. The civil courthouse was located adjoining to the bank she had visited. The vital statistics office shared a building within the courthouse. It had been a win, win situation for her. Being able to get the files she needed without her driver being too suspicious of her motives in helping Neriman out. Now she sat in the office, wishing to withdraw from the divorce proceedings and needing to inform Riley about her twin sister deceiving her. By falsely claiming that Ezekiel had gotten h
Mercedes took the stairs two at a time, desperately trying to catch Sedar in advance to walking out of the building. All she needed was a chance to explain herself and as she reached the bottom of the staircase. She achingly cursed herself for not hitting the gym and keeping herself in better shape as she tried to catch her breath, gasping and coughing for air. She ripped open the door, sighing with relief as she caught a glimpse of Sedar, exuding authority from behind as he ate up the distance between him and the double doors, fleeing the building faster than a greased bullet. He caught the attention of everyone he passed and didn't even realise it, which was one of the qualities she appreciated the most about him. "Sedar!" She called out as she chased him out of the building. "Please! Slow down; allow me to explain." She sobbed, tears streaming from her eyes. He came to a halt and turned to face her, his gaze falling on her. The soft eyes that complemented
Mercedes sat in her hotel suite, agitated, her gaze darting around the room, eventually settling on Sedar's personal bodyguards. She felt as if she was having an out-of-body experience as if she were a character in Will Smith's 'Men In Black' film. As she drummed her fingers along the armrest of the chair she was occupying, she hoped they would whip out their small memory erasing device and use it on her. Deep within, she was screaming in agony; the longer she sat stationary in her chair, the faster her mind ticked, shattering her heart and her throat throbbed as she fought back tears. She jumped to her feet as the door jerked open, and she stood there watching as Ezekiel and Zeynep walked through. Her head bobbed to one side as she waited for Sedar to appear; when he didn't, her heart lurched into her stomach as she wanted to stomp her foot and throw a fit. "Where's Sedar gone?" She inquired, attempting to keep her words free of annoyance. "H
"Merhaba, (Hello) I'll need someone to come into my room and clean up the shattered glass on the floor." He stated as he unbuttoned his shirt, prepared to take a cold shower. He groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance. The front desk receptionist replied by telling him that there was no one available to service his room till tomorrow morning. With his bad mood, he wasn't willing to accept their shoddy services. "I pay this hotel a lot of money for its boktan service! If it hasn't been cleaned by the time I get out of the shower, I'm going to buy the hotel chain and fire your eşek first!" He grumbled, slamming the phone back down on the receiver. He continued to strip as he walked to his ensuite, turning on the cold shower and standing in its agonising flow. He leant against the wall, his head bowed, trying his best not to storm out of the shower and check to see if Mercedes was, as she had promised, waiting outside.
She braced herself against the wall, her body bounced with each brutal thrust he pounded into her, his fingers dug into the flesh of her hips and she cried out. A devious smile played on her lips, picturing the bruises that would stain her porcelain skin by morning, excitement coursed through her body as she thought of him branding her. She was ready to take whatever he threw at her, knowing that he was using her body to release his sexual frustration and tension. She adored him with all her heart and soul, only realising how much she adored him when she had the foreboding feeling that she might have lost him forever. She was a fighter who had won every battle she had been thrust into, and Sedar was no battle; he was the entire damn war, and she was going to win it no matter the cost. "You will always belong to me, askim," (my love) Sedar said as he ran his hand up her back, burying his fingers in her raven black hair, which he admired so much. He pul
Sedar sat upright in bed, his back against the headboard, watching the sunrise through the hotel suite's large window. He rubbed his hand across his face, yawning, and lowered his gaze to the woman who simultaneously makes his blood boil and his heart skip a beat. Her naked body was a distraction from the fact that he should have been up and out looking for the bastards who wished to harm her again on his büyük babas orders. As she faced him, she lay on her stomach, her hair sprawled across her pillow. Her brows furrowed in slumber, and he was intrigued to learn what she was dreaming about. He wished he could reach out and run his fingertips up the arch of her spine, watching her wiggle in response to his ticklish touch. He admired her even more as she submitted completely to him for the remainder of the night and into the early hours of this morning. His need for her was fierce, and the notion of random eyes undressing her luscious body when she was legally
Sedar sat in Ezekiels police station office, poring over the files he had passed him from the airport database as he spoke over the loudspeaker with Ozgar. "He continues to refuse to speak, regardless of how hard the guard you paid on the inside tries to convince him," Ozgar's voice filled the office, joined by Sedar muttering. "If no new information is received by the end of tomorrow, it may be time to switch to plan B. The longer they remain out there, the more my wife is a sitting duck waiting to be captured." "I'm going to double her security detail and continue to assist on this side," Ozgar said as he hung up. Sedar rose from his chair, rubbing his stiff neck as the small office made him feel claustrophobic. He paid no attention as Ezekiel entered the office through the open door, carrying two Starbucks coffees and two bagels from across the street. Ezekiel took in Sedar's demeanour and expressed the same sentiments. It was as if
Sedar stood outside his wife's hotel suite later that evening, waiting for her to emerge. He had arranged for a renowned chief to visit and prepare a five-course meal for them. He had requested that the front desk arrange for someone to decorate his suite and make it more intimate for dining, as he was unable to take her out. When the door finally jerked open and his gaze fell on hers, he was rendered speechless, his eyes wide and his body stiff. Standing before him was the most elegant version of his wife he'd ever seen; she was dressed in a long gold sequin gown that hugged her figure in all the right places, with her breasts threatening to spill over the seams and a long split running up to her upper thigh in the skirt. Her skin was radiant, her cheeks naturally flushed, and his eyes couldn't help but notice her breasts appeared larger; he simply assumed it was due to the dress being achingly tight. He had to literally pick his jaw up off the ground and wi