I Can't Let You Disappear From My Life A Second Time

Chapter Five

A/N: Sorry for the wait, I've had some family stuff going on lately.

I apologize in advance for any mistakes.

"How about this one?" Eda stepped out of the bathroom connected to her bedroom, she wore a royal blue mini dress with a deep V neck, exposing the appropriate amount of cleavage to be sexy. The spaghetti straps and open back showed off her shoulders and the skin of her back. The supple soft fabric cut at thigh high length, showing off her legs, the front was in a wrap-around style with chic runch detail.

"Pretty. So pretty." Alara clapped her hands. "I want to look pretty, too. Can I go with you?"

"No," Halil shook his head, picking up Alara and setting her on his knee where he was seated on the edge of Eda's bed. "You're already pretty and you have to stay home with me tonight."

Alara frowned, not liking the idea. "Why?"

"Because I'm meeting someone really important and I want everything to go right," Eda told her.

"Can I meet him?" Alara asked.

"Yes but not tonight." Eda looked at Halil. "What's your take, Halil?"

Halil looked her over deliberately starting from her legs and stopping at her eyes, his smile was sincere, eyes kind. "I think you look perfect. Serkan won't be able to breathe when he sees you."

"You think?" Eda walked over to her mirror, turning left then right looking herself over.

"I know," Halil said and there was something in his voice that had Eda looking back at him but as soon as she met his eyes he looked away.

But it was long enough for her to see the longing in his eyes.

Eda bit her lip, a feeling of guilt etching into her stomach. It wasn't hard to see that Halil had feelings for her but it was easier to never talk about it. She didn't feel the same way. She didn't want to hurt him. She pretended not to notice the long looks he gave her, the way he smiled at her, how his eyes lit up when she walked into the room.

Halil was a great guy but he wasn't the guy for her. Things probably would've been easier if she returned his feelings however nothing worth fighting for was easy. And the life she saw for herself with Serkan, the love she never stopped feeling for him that was worth fighting for and she refused to live a lie by pretending her heart didn't beat for Serkan Bolat.

She looked back at herself. She wore a longer chain so she could hide her ring in her cleavage, it was the only piece of jewelry she was wearing tonight. Her make-up was light, enhancing her natural beauty and her hair flowed around her shoulders in waves, the ends tickling at her back.

She walked over to her vanity and slipped on a pair of silver strappy heels and grabbed her clutch. "Okay, I will see you guys later."

"Is he picking you up or are you meeting him there?" Halil asked suddenly.

"I'm meeting him there," Eda answered.

Halil stood up, holding Alara on his hip. She rested against him with ease and trust, leaning her head against his shoulder. "I'll drive you."

Eda shook her head. "That's not necessary."

There was no need for Halil to torture himself.

"Are you sure? I don't mind."

"I'm sure," Eda walked forward and pressed a kiss to Alara's cheek. "Just take care of our favorite girl and I'll be home later."

Halil looked down at Alara and held her closer. "Okay."