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70. DON'T STOP LOVING ME
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A TWENTY SOMETHING 71. TOGETHER
HANA "What the fuck did you do, Bee? I told you not to come searching for me. But you did that twice. NEW YORK and MILAN. You won't listen, will you?" I was surprised by the harshness in his voice when he gently wiped the remaining tears away. His words say something but his body does entirely a different thing. I remember the day his grandmother died, and he made me promise to not go searching for him. I didn't give much thought then. But it made sense now. Everything he did back then made sense now. He pressed a lingering kiss on the corner of my lips before he took them between his teeth ruthlessly. I moaned enjoying the sweetest assault. "I didn't promise you. Moreover, would you have left me if I were you" If he had doubts before, he doesn't look like he had them anymore. I barely heard myself when he looked at me with those hungry eyes. I cup his face, closing the distance between us. I heard him sigh, his hands slipping down into my blouse. "
A TWENTY SOMETHING 72. WHAT ARE WE?
Hana “I am supposed to have a meeting with Mr. Hendrix.” Bash reminds me, his palms resting on my table. He leaned closer, his expression stoic as always that one wouldn’t believe that he was the same person who held me two days back and whispered sweet nothings in my ear when I was trembling from a nightmare. For a second I thought we went back to how we used to be, that whatever happened at the penthouse is another drunken mistake. I quickly checked my notepad. I did write about the meeting that needs to be scheduled but I didn’t schedule it. The day before yesterday I thought of scheduling it the next day. Yesterday, I met with a few stakeholders along with Dahlia. “I wasn’t here yesterday.” I tried to reason. “You’re supposed to schedule it the day before yesterday. Surely, you heard that from Dahlia.” He looked annoyed now, something I haven’t been habituated to, not yet. “You can’t survive with this attitude here. You better pack your bags.” Nothing in the way he
A TWENTY SOMETHING 73. YOU & ME AGAIN
HANA I met with the second most ridiculously handsome guy I have ever seen. He has the same green eyes as Bash but he looked older than him, probably in his mid-thirties or early forties. That guy smiled and I remembered all the lectures Dahlia gave me about how I should communicate with every VIP. I shook my head, feeling my cheeks burn in embarrassment. "I am sorry. I.. I ..didn't mean to say that. What's your name again?" There is a lighter in his hand which he was flicking often for no reason. "Alexander King," He says rather arrogantly, and I check my tab to see Bash's schedule for today. "You are not on the list," I murmured to myself. "I won't. But I will meet him." He informed with another flick. "That," I pointed to his lighter, "Is not allowed here." His head fell back as he laughed. "Who will stop me, you?" I want to say, me. Dahlia and Bash will take another lecture to me if I have done a
A TWENTY SOMETHING 74. RIGHT WHERE YOU LEFT ME
HANA I have read hundreds of news articles about Alexander King and none mentioned Bash's name in it. How did they two relate to each other? I dug in more, and one article wrote about the attacks on Alexander King a few years ago followed by the death of Remo Mancini, who was rumoured to be the consigliere of some Cosa Nastra. It is just like a novel. Ahmet told me that Elio had started searching for Bash after his son's death. Now I wonder if Alexander killed Elio's son. I put my phone back into my bag and concentrated on the Sandwich in my hand, and wished it was Gelato instead and I was with Bash in his office while he looked at me as though I would disappear if he looked away. Bash and I are finally falling into a routine. We talk when we are at the office. He gave me a new phone which I use to text him and when he replies, which he rarely does, we stay for hours until our fingers hurt with all the typing. Sometimes he would disappear, and he wouldn
A TWENTY SOMETHING 75. THE MATRIX
BASH Alexander whistled as soon as I walked into the VIP room in Esten's bar. "How does it feel to fuck up one thing that gave meaning to your pathetic life, huh?" If only I had the power to kill him right here, I would have done it in a second. It's not what he said that bugged me, it's the truth in it. One more time, I successfully pushed her away. Kudos to you, Bash. You did what you want and left her on that bed without a glance. The look she gave me while she wrapped her pyjama shirt around her chest still haunted me. I did what I did last time. I kissed her, touched her and pushed her away. She was supposed to be there on Saturday. I was prepared how to send her away if she had shown up. But I wasn't prepared how to handle the knife in my chest when she never showed up. Apparently, she booked a flight to Istanbul. She had gone. No, Bash. You sent her away. Alexander handed me a bottle, and I swig it, feeling the burn in my throat. It doesn't
A TWENTY SOMETHING 76. LITTLE MISS
HANA I caressed Seb's head gently. He fell asleep on my chest after playing for the whole day. How is that even possible? He couldn't even sit without our support. At least, not yet. But we played a lot, and I felt so exhausted by the time he was asleep. "Put him in the cradle, Hana. You have to eat." Shalini reminded me for the fifth time. I shook my head, not wanting to miss the feel of Seb sleeping on me. God, I miss him. I miss his toothless grin and little coos. "Hana," Shalini started to lose her cool now. I better move my ass. I reluctantly put him in the crib and walked into the kitchen. I flew to Istanbul on Saturday morning right after the night when Bash asked me to leave one more time and made clear that my being there was not helping him. I wasn't angry with the way he left the things and walked away. I started to realise that he was speaking the truth, and it hurt more than anything. Instead of going after him and pulling silly stunts, I f
A TWENTY SOMETHING 77. THE BIG BOYS
HANA Bash gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath. He looked away for a split second. Again, his eyes are on me. His gaze was hard, intense and something felt like longing flickered in his stare. He looked away again. Just for a second. His jaw tightened when I finally reached his car. I gave him my best girly smile. "Thank you." "I didn't say anything." His voice was plain, emotionless as if he wasn't affected after he saw me. "You don't have to," I winked at him. He scowled at me when I whirled to show him my attire. "Where is the dress on the back?" The old Bash wouldn't have cared. Because he put a stamp on me and made it obvious that I belonged to him. He can't do this now, especially when he thinks that we are better off without each other. But he will care. I will make sure of it. I helped myself into the car. Of course, the driver opened the door, and Bash spent a decent amount of time before he got in. Poor guy. I pity him al
A TWENTY SOMETHING 78. DON'T WANT YOU ANYMORE
BASH "Thousand euros. That's a cat's shit." "Two thousand euros. That's cow dung." "Three....." "Shut the fuck up," I yell at the two brothers who were so engrossed in betting on the new painting Hana bought with the money she stole from me. She is getting better at this. The breach wasn't identified after three minutes not before. I asked my team to back down before they shut further access for her just so I could see what kind of painting she would buy this time. The grosser the painting was, the angrier Hana was. It's a dick move. I knew it. She is letting me walk all over her. She is not backing down. And the painting was delivered to the private club. Celia might have told her where to find me. But the worst part is, Alex and his brother betting on what that shit was on the canvas. As if I don't have enough shit going on in my life. "I am going to ask Alessandro to kill you both," I warned them. The chances of me asking Alessandro for a fa
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