She kissed him in front of a whole lot of people and now he finds it hard to forget her.
She might step down but he is the one who knows what he wants and leaves no stone unturned in chasing the woman of his life.
Eda Yildiz and Serkan Bolat finds a...
And I, Serkan Bolat, had lost my breath, trying to hold on to something, anything, in the flood of emotions and the drought of words that had consumed my whole being.
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Eda Yildiz.
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She was here in all her glory, a total libido attack.
You can't force chemistry to exist when it doesn't, the same way you can't deny when it does.
I smirked, walking towards her and her eyes sparkled with a current of awareness.
We were not friends. Not enemies.
Just strangers with some memories.
"The noor on your face is so bright I'm going to install solar panels to save money on the electricity bills when we get married." I murmured in her ears as she came close to hug me in greeting. Stepping back, I was content to see her flushed but oh so beautiful face.
"Not so fast Serkan bey. We've just met." Her sweet breath channelized by her maddening scent grazed against my skin and I had to gulp back the delicious desire that swirled inside me.
"Bence (I think) We've known each other for a long time." I shot a winsome smile at her and my eyes dropped at her sweet peach lips biting slightly on her bottom lip. It reminded me of that night those lips ravished me and unthreaded everything I always held back.
Oh what a plot twist she was!
In those days of summer 2020, All I could think about was concrete, buildings, designs and my work. I gave all of my energy into being the most successful architect in Istanbul. Apparently my mother didn't approve of me being so stone hearted and she often forced me to go on blind dates, which I always ditched. Except for that one time that she had called me home and emotionally blackmailed me with her motives. I was riding on such a guilt trip that I went on that dinner date she had set me up for. Only that I had got the address wrong and the venue I had reached was having this grand celebration for someone's breakup. Amidst the party animals and the crazy lights bouncing off from the dance floor, I was tensed and grimaced all through the evening for the choice of place I thought my mother sent me. I was wary of my time and therefore it made me angry that my date was taking so long to come.
