Mr. Right

Chapter 6 - The Tower

Serdar was sitting in the living room of his apartment. It was a big, luxurious place that lacked warmth and coziness of a real home. Leather sofa in the color of whiskey and a glass coffee table took half of the room. The other half, however, was painfully empty. The walls were dark grey and bare, aside from a couple of diplomas hanging in the centre. There were no rugs, no chairs, no plants, no trinkets... Even the windows were completely naked. One could walk inside and look for the boxes, because the place looked like it was just moved into.

Except it wasn't.

Serdar lived here for over a year now and since then he didn't really bother to decorate anything aside from the bedroom. That was the only room that needed to look appropriately, especially since he was bringing women home.

But that was of no consequence now. It was morning, the day started off beautiful and his coffee was delicious. He liked this time of day, when people were already up and about, but he still had time before having to go to the hospital. He would always spend fifteen minutes with a hot beverage and a tablet, reading about the news of the previous day. However today was different. Today he once again went through the information about Derin Yılmaz that the detective gave him. She was thirty years old, a daughter of a very well off family from Göcek and single. She had a business degree, but didn't work a single day in her life. Instead she was travelling the world and writing a travel blog. He googled her name and found it. It looked very professional, with lots of photographs. He clicked on the one taken in the Bahamas.

– Let me see what you look like, Derin hanım.

The picture showed a pretty blonde sitting provocatively on the rocks by the sea. Red bikini barely covered her curves and Serdar instinctively licked his lips.

– Well, good morning to me.

He scrolled to the next photo. The same woman was walking away from the photographer, her feet deep in the golden sand and her hair flowing on the wind. She wasn't alone. A boy in blue swimming trunks held her by the hand. He looked to be six or seven years old. Serdar set aside his coffee and zoomed in on the child. His skin was tanned and his hair was decidedly darker than Derin's, but the eyes were hers. Yet she wasn't married.

A sudden thought came to his mind.

– Please, let it be so. – He mumbled and started looking for other photographs of the boy. This morning he was very late to work.

– Sevgilim? – Ezgi finished making breakfast and waited by the table. She got up earlier than Özgür, took a quick shower and paraded around in one of his tank-tops. It barely covered her butt, but war was war and she wasn't taking any prisoners.

– I'm up. – Özgür came in bare-foot with his hair wet, wrapped in a towel. Not even the big one, as he usually did. This one was small, hanging low on his hips, barely reaching halfway down his thighs. Ezgi swallowed heavily. Seems like her fiancée wasn't taking prisoners either.

– Breakfast is ready.

– I'll get dressed and will be right back.

He turned around and even before leaving the living room, took the towel off and started drying his hair. Ezgi couldn't take her eyes off of his naked behind. Damn it!

– Tesla. – She squatted and the dog ran up to her. She scratched him behind the ear and planted a kiss on his head. – I think I may be losing, but don't tell him that.

– What do you mean? – Deniz was sitting in her office, video-chatting with Cansu. It's been a while since they've spoken and Cansu seemed a little less angry and depressed. But that could've very well been thanks to the new hairdo. Gone were Cansu's golden locks. Instead she was sporting a short bob and her hair was deep brown. The change was shocking, but good. – You're staying in Izmir? For how long?