"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
Sedar was startled awake when he was struck in the face; he awoke to the faint sound of his wife screaming in her sleep as she continued to toss and turn in his arms. He pried them to their sides, drawing her flush against his front as he spooned her and spoke in a firm tone to rouse her from her night terror. "Askim, return to me with your mind clear and your heart unscathed." He kept repeating till she began to stir, hiccupping as she fought to recover her breath from the tears she had wept. "Sedar? I'm afraid of dying," she cried. Her body convulsed uncontrollably. "I will put my life on the line before allowing anything to happen to you, and if I die, you can bet your precious esek that I will be resurrected just to take the bastards to hell with me." He muttered, leaving no room for her to question him. "The night terrors will never go away, my past will never let me forget, and my future of terror-free living will always be a distant dre
"DUR!!!!" (STOP!!) He yelled out as he handed Mercedes his phone and unbuckled his belt. "Call for help!" He said as he waited for the Jeep to come to a complete standstill and pushed open the car door. He bolted towards the car wreck in which Zeynep was trapped in. She clutched the phone with trembling hands, her vision blurred by tears streaming down her cheeks as her bottom lip trembled in time with her hands. She turned her head a second time and noticed the atmosphere was thick with black smoke and the horn was blaring. "And, of course, my lovely granddaughter." She jumped, tears streaming down her cheeks as she recognised the voice on the other end of the phone. She gulped as she slowly faced the phone, as though starring in a suspense film. "Surprise, oh, shock, shock, shock!!" Sedars büyük baba laughed, his face filling the phone's screen. "That little stunt I just performed was merely a warm-up. You inform your husband upon his return
Sedar returned to the jeep, opening the boot, and drew out an air compressed bag containing a new shirt. He pulled the piece of clothing over his shoulders and buttoned it up after removing his damaged one. He stuffed the ripped garment into the boot and cleaned himself as best as he could with a little packet of cleansing wipes he kept in his travelling bag. He secretly praised the Gods that Zeynep made it by the skin of her teeth as he furiously cussed out his büyük baba. He slammed the boot and took one final glimpse at the car wreckage the emergency services were containing and slowly rolled his aching shoulders back. He was experiencing a wide range of emotions, and his head was pounding from a growing migraine. He had no idea that his büyük baba was a deranged nut with a posse of goons working for him, and it made him wonder what kind of life his büyük baba led before his baba died. Or, why was he willing to kill his bloodline to get his hands on Sedars legacy?
Mercedes leant against the window of the small bedroom in the hotel suite in Ponsonby where they were currently staying. She combed her tangled hair with her fingers, wishing Sedar had allowed her to shower before the doctor arrived. Her body shook as her mind wandered; the tears that spilt from her tear ducts demonstrated the toll that the constant life-threatening situation had taken on her. Her thoughts kept repeating the bullet striking the road where the pool of oil leaked, and she wondered where it had come from and the magnitude of such a small object obliterating everything it brushed, altering time in the blink of an eye, which is all it took when it ignited against the pool of oil with the intentions of claiming Zeynep. She despised the fact that she loved Sedar with a potent passion as if she were a junkie on a bad trip. However, her heart knew what it wanted, and who was she to deny herself of love? She yawned and touched the chain around her neck