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"What? What did he say?" I said, in my heart.

My eyes are still wide open, I am daydreaming. However, when the sound of pounding high heels made me aware if another figure has just appeared from the helicopter.

A tall, slender woman, wearing a very sexy red dress and sunglasses that complement her luxurious look. The corner of her lips decorated with red lipstick, smiled sweetly at me.

"Didn't you all hear? She belongs to my Brother. Stay away!" said her.

All right. What was my dream last night, so that I could meet the supermodel, Beyza Doğan. Ozgur Doğan's half-sister. She turned out to be so beautiful in real life, and also so terrifying. Because in a matter of seconds, she took out a small gun which she kept behind the waist strap which was stuck to her dress. Then she shot towards the sky.

Murat and his bodyguards immediately walked backwards. "Yes, take her. Take her! I'm sorry, I don't know about this." Murat looked so scared. "I just bought her from ..." him stopped, when Ozgur walked forward and took out a checkbook. In a relaxed manner, Ozgur tore off the blank sheet in the checkbook. Then he put the check sheet into Murat's coat pocket.

"Write down how much you want!" said Ozgur, ending the matter with ease.

Before he returned to me and Beyza. He saw me and smiled, then he took my hand and led me to the helicopter. I want to protest, about what happened to me. But the helicopter was back on the air, leaving Murat and his bodyguards on the hotel rooftop.

I looked at the city below me, then I turned to face Ozgur. He was beside me, my hand was still in him. I blinked, really I do not understand the path of my own destiny. I managed my breath which suddenly felt short. This time, my breath felt tight not because of the effect of the escape event like earlier. But due to the effect of the gaze of the man who has green eyes, who is sitting next to me. For God Sake!

He was so handsome, like a Greek god image. However...

"Mr. Doğan, I-"

"Call me Ozgur." said him, quickly. I just met him, and he told me to call him first name. It sounded rude, but it didn't seem like this man accepted rejection.

"Ok, Ozgur. Thank you for saving me. But, can you do me one more favor, please drop me to the hotel. Because my friends are going back to Korea."

"Your friends have returned to Korea."

"What!" My eyes widened. "Wait, they submitted a scheduled departure, sooner? They should have left on a flight this afternoon. And, and... My bag, clothes, passport? Yes, embassy! Just take me to the embassy, ​​please."

"No need, worry. You're not coming home," Ozgur smiled. "I'm not going to take you to the hotel or to the embassy. You'll come with me back to my mansion."

"What? What do you want to do? You want to help me and surely it's not free, right. Do you want to," I took a deep breath, then I slowly exhaled.

"You want to make love to me, or you want to make me a maid, as payment for your help?" I said again.

Hearing my words, Beyza who sat near the pilot laughed loudly.

"Beyza. Shut up!" said Ozgur, who reminded his younger sister.

"Ozgur. You're really bad at seducing women," Beyza said.

Seducing?

What does Beyza mean?

So is it true that Ozgur Doğan wants to make love to me?

A Mafia like Ozgur, why do he want me??

"Ozgur, please. Drop me to the hotel or..." I stopped talking, because Ozgur approached. He looked at me, with a look that was full of domination.

"You have two options, Ara."

He knows my name?

"Back there and be his whore," said Ozgur, pointing to Murat. "Or here and be mine."

I swallowed hard. "Option three. Please?"

Ozgur smiled, he held my hand tightly. Before Ozgur lips kissed my hand, I immediately pulled my hand from his grip.

"No other options," him said, ending our debate. Then Ozgur looked at the helicopter window. "We'll go down for a second, I have a business."

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The helicopters roared and made a landing at a base. This is a weapon base. Armory belonging to Doğan Co. Lots of warplanes and tanks here.

What is going on? I was in the Mafia business circle. Even though yesterday, I was still struggling in thick books and translating my research assignments. Without saying anything, Ozgur smoothed his coat and he went outside. Beyza went out too, while I was still here. I don't want to know any further, and I'd better choose to sit here.

"Don't you want to see the show, Sis?" Beyza approached me, she smiled, as she emphasized the word 'the show' in her speech. And blame me for suddenly curiosity got into me, just like that. I also got out of the helicopter and walked with Beyza. We followed Ozgur who walked toward the warehouse whose door was wide open.

"Boss," said the men who were in there. There are many Turkey men, and some of them are Asian, American and British men.

"Where's him?" asked Ozgur.

"There." A man was pointing towards the crowd of bodyguards who were now dragging a 170 cm tall man. The man's hair was messy, his face was blue and bruised.

"What is this?" I said, quietly. I turned towards Beyza who was leaning against the door now, and she lit a cigarette with her lighter. Then Beyza makes a puff of smoke from the cigarette that she sucks.

"Judgment," her said, succinctly.

Ozgur took out something from the coat and put it on, and it was a glove. But wait, the glove has iron thorns around it. Ozgur walked closer to the man, while the man looked scared when Ozgur approached.

"Do you know what I dislike the most in this world?" Ozgur's baritone voice dominated this room, which suddenly became silent. "Betrayal!"

Ozgur pulled the man's hair and hit him in the face. Blood has flowed, my eyes widened for the umpteenth time. Ozgur beat the man in the face, repeatedly. So that makes the man's face become damaged. Yeah, literaly. His blood flowed all the way to the floor, and his blood was splashed onto Ozgur's coat.

"Why did you steal the weapons plan in my company, and you sold it to another company?" Ozgur asked calmly. However, it is inversely proportional to his hand which now hits the man's stomach.

This is terrible. That's all I can think of. My heart beats. I am scared. This handsome man in front of me is really terrible. Is this the life of the mafia? I thought, it wouldn't be this bad, wouldn't there be too much blood.

But for the first time, I got to know a mafia. The godfather looked so cruel and so dominant with his calm in killing someone. His hand easily took someone's life.

Ozgur stopped beating the man, because the man in front of him had lost consciousness.

"Boss, what should we do. Kill him, now?"

"No, put him in a punching bag. Maybe some of you want a new punching bag." Ozgur said, taking off the gloves he was wearing and throwing them on the floor before he looked at me and came closer. Spontaneously I walked backwards until I hit the door.

"Go home with Beyza first. Because I still have something to do. We'll meet at 5:00 in the afternoon." Ozgur wanted to touch my face, but I looked away from him.

That hand, I suddenly became scared. However, he was not offended. Ozgur took my hand instead, making me stare at him.

"Get used to this hand. Because you'll be holding this hand forever." Ozgur said. I was shocked at what him said, and I immediately removed Ozgur's hand from mine.

"Save it for later, guys." said Beyza.

"C'mon, Sis. Let's go!" She threw away the cigarette and stepped on it. Beyza told me to follow her, I just obeyed. Because I feel, for now she has saved me from bad behavior Brother her. Yeah, at least that's what I'll do for the next thirty minutes.

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"Is this realy your house?" That's all I can say, when we got out of the helicopter and set foot in the luxurious mansion in the center of the resort, with a pool over an acre wide in front of the mansion. I had indeed seen this mansion in a magazine, but I didn't know it would be this luxurious if seen in reality.

"Actualy, it's Ozgur's. He built and bought all of this from him's business empire. You can insult me. Because I only hitch a ride in this mansion" Beyza said, looking so relaxed with her words.

We walked into the mansion. The servants lowered their heads, as we passed them. Beyza took me to a room. She opened the door to the room. The room was filled with women wearing uniforms with cosmetic brand names that were very well known in the country.

"You guys can go out first," Beyza instructed, and the women left here.

The door was tightly closed. Beyza looked at the white brocade dress with crystal strands dangling from each embroidery. "My Brother, have gone mad with love." She shook her head in disbelief.

"What the hell ?! He wants to marry me?" I'm not too stupid to mean all this. The one on the bed right now is a wedding dress!

"Doesn't he just want to sleep with me?" I asked, playing dumb.

"Sis. Ozgur can sleep with anyone he points to. But he only marries the woman he loves," Beyza said, explaining. "And that's you."

"How Come?" This incident doesn't make sense to me.

"You think Ozgur's appearance on the hotel rooftop is a coincidence? No. He has been watching you since a week ago. He saw you at the seminar. He was interested in the topic you brought up, which was about... What is that?"

"Reincarnation of life."

"Yes, that one. Since he watched your performance, he was like a teenager in love. He even told bodyguards to find out about you. Background check. My brother becomes stalker, just for you. He has never been attracted to women until like this. And this morning, he was almost crazy because you had disappeared from your group. Some say, if last night you went to a party, at a restaurant. But a friend of yours took you to a hotel, and it turns out your friend is a prostitute. She sold you. Ozgur has ordered people to hunt down your friend. "

"He, I mean... Ozgur Doğan falls in love with me? That's what you want to say?" I shook my head, I couldn't believe it. "He has so many... Many women! How could?"

"He's Sapiosexual. Do you know that term?"

"People who are attracted to intelligence." I said, sighing deeply. I don't believe it, it turns out that there are people who have a syndrome like that, and the person who has this syndrome is Ozgur Doğan.

"Yup. The first thing Ozgur sees from you is your intelligence. Then of course he says you are very beautiful and sexy. But your brain, she really likes that."

"Intelligence does bring blessings, right." I said, sarcastically.

"Well, that's all I can explain so far. If you're still curious, ask Ozgur in detail. And before that, I also want to check you." said Beyza, smiling. She folded her arms across her chest, and she looked at me intently. "Take off your clothes."

"What?"

"Hmm you know, from you will be born the successor of Doğan Co. I just wanted to make sure that you have no defects." Her words really offended me.

"If I don't want to?"

"Lets see!" Beyza took out a penknife. "Maybe I'll get you stabbed."

"I will tell Ozgur, if you want to kill me."

"If you're still alive to be able to say about it." said Beyza, winking her.

"Psychopath." I said, sarcastically. I sighed for a moment, and began to take off the dress I was wearing, leaving a white bra and panties on my body. "Satisfied?"

Beyza walked over, and she began to assess my body. "Your breasts are neither big nor small, white and ripe. I feel, if Ozgur would like that. Your waist is slim and your hips fit too."

Beyza turned behind me. Her legs opened my legs and her left hand went down in front of my panties. I wanted to rebel, but she pointed the penknife at my neck. "I want to check something" Suddenly her middle finger stroked my clitoris from the front.

"Eungh, ssh." Without realizing it, I sighed at the stimulation Beyza gave me.

"God, you are virgin." Beyza let go of her middle finger from my crotch. "You're still very sensitive." said her, again. She also removed the penknife from the direction of my neck. And I sighed roughly, then I turned to face Beyza. Quickly, my hand squeezed her breast.

"Aww."

"We're even," I said, grinning. She abused me and I abused her.

"Ozgur has really picked the right girl." She smiled, not angry with my attitude just now. "Just take a shower. I'll take you to the wedding hall, after finishing the make up. I'm the bridemaid," she said, proudly.

She walked toward the door, suddenly her footsteps stopped and looked back at me. She said something that was real. "Welcome to the Hell, My Sister-in-Law."

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NOTE : Sapiosexual is a person's orientation that makes intelligence a major factor in sexual attraction.  People with this orientation not only like to see someone who is considered smart, but also make it a source of passion.

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