All Chapters of The Turkish CEO: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 2 The Boss Giulia "Is it for me?" I asked, extending my hand towards the soda can he was holding out. "Yes, yes, here! The man doesn't look at us!" he replied, amused by the situation. I let out a sympathetic laugh when I heard his accent. It didn't sound like Italian, Spanish, French, or English. "Thank you. Is it Arabic?" I asked curiously, intrigued by his masculinity. He stroked his chest, and only then did I notice that his shirt was slightly open, revealing a very athletic chest. "Turkey!" he replied. "Turkey! Ah, Turkey, soap operas!" I said, lost in thought. But why, Giulia? You usually follow Turkish soap operas on social networks, and he doesn't, for sure, he's a man. "Yes, soap opera!" he confirmed, handing me the can of soda. As I looked at his face, I could now clearly notice his distinctly Turkish features. I had been studying Turkish and French for the last few months, so I decided to take a risk and say a few phrases; after all, it was part of my job.

Chapter 4 Lies We TellSerkanAs if it wasn't enough to have been rejected by one of the few women I didn't consider a slut in the world, on top of that I would have to put up with that beautiful girl as an employee. Serkan, if she had slept with you the first night, she would not have been as exciting as she is now for you. She would have been just one more in the crowd of women that frequent the nights in the big metropolises. Of course she was different, she had a strong personality that I could feel from meters away. This attracted and repelled me at the same time. But, after all, I knew that I possessed a rather difficult temperament and was fully aware that I was mistreating her because I had been rejected. She was not stupid. I just didn't know what to do with her. But I had really important matters to attend to on that construction site. I had been hired as Albaf's general manager to manage and protect in court those projects that needed lawyers with experience in complicated

Chapter 6"Too many problems, too few solutions."SerkanOut of all the foolish things I was capable of, that was one of the worst: judging your entire people. I couldn't go after that beautiful girl who was leaving; I was wrong. What was left for me was to wait for the next day to somehow redeem myself. I looked around, searched for my car with my eyes, and headed towards it. I heard the phone ringing in my pocket, and when I looked at the name, it was Eda. My mother? “Annem?” “Serkan, when are you coming back to Istanbul, my son?” “Mom, I'm working, you already know that.” “My son, we've set the wedding with Asli. It will be in five months.” I stopped in the middle of the street, in despair. “What?! Mom, you didn't do this!” “We did, her lovely mother chose a date, and we accepted. You know how wealthy they are.” “Mom, I agreed to this engagement, it doesn't mean I'm going to marry Asli.” “What do you mean, Serkan? Don't play games with me, young boy! You agreed to get

Chapter 8TemptationSerkanEverything was perfect. Giulia had fallen for my lie. I was even a little uncomfortable lying to her like that, but I didn't have much choice, my parents were supposed to come and visit me and meet this made-up fiancée. What if they did? I had to get ahead of the disaster. I wouldn't marry Asli, it was out of the question. At first, I was in favor of it just to get them to agree and be satisfied with an approval, but the two families took it too far. Asli also took serious, so much so that they were choosing dresses for the ceremony. I couldn't let them go on with their matchmaking. I was in the land where everything is possible, with a thousand and one possibilities knocking on my door, including getting married late and if I wanted to. USA is a country of contrasts, but of freedoms. Nobody meddles in your life, nobody looks too closely at what you're doing, as they do in Turkey. I just wanted to live a little of that. To be freer. The big problem was that

Chapter 10 Cheating Serkan I spent that day thinking about what Giulia had said about the trip to her parents. I'd never felt so guilty in my life for lying. I didn't know how much damage I'd do to the girl when she found out she'd gone to Turkey for a lie and not for work. She would hate me. But perhaps I could reverse the situation and try to convince her that she was saving my life from a meaningless marriage, promised to me many years ago by another Serkan who no longer existed. Giulia would understand, I had faith in Allah that she would. But even so, the phrases she said to her parents kept echoing in my mind all day. The only way to redeem myself a little would be to give her my full attention over the next few days, like taking her home in the middle of a storm. I didn't understand why she felt ashamed to show me her humble home. I came from a family that was p