DELILAHI anxiously wait there because I cannot even do anything except do it. I am chained and whimpering silently. I am surprised that I am stuck in such a place, amid these criminals. I am sadder and less surprised at my luck. As I shed my tears sitting there, I did not realize when the door opened in that room and a man came and stood in front of me. I am so lost in my misery that I do not even realize anything unless he calls my name. "Del," he says, his voice coming soft. The small shaking movements in my body — especially my shoulders come to halt as I hear that soft and familiar voice. I can never forget that voice. I cannot count how many times he has called me by my name in such a sweet voice, in such an admiring manner, with such a longing depth. I slowly raise my head and look up at the person. My wet eyes widen as I stare at the person before I quietly mumble, "Nicholas?"That means I was not wrong. I can never go wrong in recognizing his face. I have looked many time
DELILAHNicholas — Nathaniel was never like this. From the time I met him until we broke up, I had never seen such madness in his eyes. In his green beautiful eyes, I only saw either emptiness or love and affection deeper than the ocean. But right now this madness was keeping me away from him. Despite being so close to him, I could not find my old Nicholas in him. It looks as if the person sitting in front of me is anyone but Nicholas — Nathaniel, I apologize. I still remember the day when we both met for the first time. Outside of my country, in the most famous art museum in Italy. I had come on a seven-day trip from my college with my classmates. In Uffizi Gallery, Florence. Standing inside that huge building, my classmates and I were watching the famous masterpiece of Sandro Botticelli, The Birth Of Venus. Many people were standing around us. Not only my classmates but also many strangers. While looking at that picture, many people were praising it and some people were reading
DELILAHI was sitting there still only thinking that it was not my imagination to see him at such a time. But as he came closer to me, I realized that this was not some naive imagination of mine. He was real. With the intention of apologizing to him and thanking him, I stood up in my place. He stopped in front of the door to my front room and took a look at me when I stood up. I would be lying if I say that I did not feel tickles all over my body after just one look by him. Just one look of him had held me to the alertness of the place I was standing, although there was no emotion in his eyes. There was no meaning of his gaze on me. Maybe he even looked at me by mistake. "Hi," I said and I was nervous. I knew he could sense my nervousness, that is why he scanned me down with nothingness in his emerald eyes. I won't forget to compliment his eyes. I had fallen in love with his green eyes at first sight. Without answering me, he only thought it necessary to look at me. He looked into
DELILAHAfter that the next morning, I took the key from my friend and I could go to my room. After that, I did not meet that man again. Anyway, it was the last day of my trip. The next morning we had to leave just after getting ready so that we could catch the flight. I thought he was sent into my life just for a moment. I never thought that I would meet him again, although it was nice to meet him again. Anyway, I wished that I could meet him one more time. It was early in the morning when my father told me that a guest was going to come to our house for dinner this evening. "Who, dad?" I asked him as I was curious to know. I was always a curious cat, ready to be killed by this curiosity someday. "My CEO," he answered, raising his brows, showing his surprise as well. Did he not expect his CEO to come over here? Because I always saw my father as a hardworking person and as he loved me so much, he always made time for me as well. "Cool! I'll wear something nice then," I said and c
DELILAHLiking him like crazy and then not pursuing him in an annoying way could come out to be useless, right? I mean it was not wrong if I chose to watch him through my room if I was obsessed with his beauty. I could not help but do it. He was so attractive that I could not keep my eyes off him. I had binoculars. And since he had come to live in the house next door to mine, I desperately wanted to see him every second. After dinner, when dad was busy watching TV, I used to watch him from the window of our house. When I did this for the first time, I regretted it because I should not invade the privacy of others like this, but only the heart can understand the foolish and crazy desires of an innocent heart. My heart was also crazy for him. I was never as crazy for anyone as I was for him and he was my first. He was the first person for whom I was even ready to do such an act. That day I kept the window of my room open ajar. From behind the curtains I was sitting at my study desk
DELILAHThe next morning I was excited. I was happy. Too much. Only because I was going to have a ride with him. He was going to drop me off at the campus. I was happy because I could see him. I could greet him and probably bathe in his manly fragrance which always envelopes me. I was helplessly falling for his fragrance, too. Dad noticed my happiness. He grinned, watching me hopping downstairs like an excited kid on his first day at school. Well, not all students are happy on the first day of school and I was not one of them. I enjoyed my first day. "Wow, you're so happy… what's the reason, Del?" He asked as I approached him. I grabbed the strap of my knapsack and pulled it slightly, passing him my toothy grin."Just like that." I shrugged, fighting back the huge grin trying to spread on my lips. I was already smiling like crazy. I could not afford to earn his suspicion. "It's probably because of the magic of the sweet fragrance of my strawberry scent hair shampoo. You can smell i
DELILAHI came out of the building and I was surprised to find him at the main gate, standing near his car. His hands stuffed into the pockets of his trousers and his eyes were set in my direction. When I noticed him there, I could not take my eyes off him again. I was stuck. There was something so magnetizing about his appearance that it demanded hundred percent of my attention. Once I would look at him, I could look away at all. He was the man of my dreams. The girls around me gasped, watching that handsome man from far away. The handsomeness he possessed was kind of rare. His emerald eyes were the most beautiful feature of his. Their darkness was mysterious and they attracted the hell out of everyone. Not just me, but the girls on my campus also got lost in admiring him. Some of them were whispering into each other, wondering who the man belonged to. The boys were jealous. I sighed, not minding what girls whispered about him. Of course, they were drooling over him. Even if he w
DELILAHMy eyes slightly widened as I stared at him. His eyes were closed, and his lips were locked — with mine. His scent engulfed me and soothed my nerves. My heart has already skipped a few beats. And the moment he softly sucked my bottom lip, I gained my senses back and my eyes shut down, my soul asking me to enjoy the moment. It felt beautiful because I was sharing my first kiss with the man I dearly loved. His hand came to cup my cheek. He tilted his head and licked my lips, spreading our mixed salivas upon the flesh and then sucking it once again softly. He was so gentle, so tender with me like a slight force applied by him would break me. His lips were soft, just like the snow on the fourth of December. His touch was warm against my cheek which was burning hot due to my shyness. I could not believe he was kissing me. It felt wonderful. My nerves were at peace, my soul as if smiling inside. I was never treated this way — with such tenderness. I could never forget that day —