You're Not The Only One.

Chapter 14

(Kerem's POV)

There was only one woman I wanted in my bed . In my bed, in my house, in my life. Everywhere.

After a long as fuck day on set, I headed back to my home, fit in a sixty-minute workout in the downstairs gym that consisted of weights and the treadmill, and tossed on a pair of boxer briefs and sweats once I dried off from my shower.The television was on some nightly news channel with a meteorologist rambling on about the weekly weather forecast in Istanbul, and I glanced at the time to see that it was already nearing ten.

I was surprised the Hande had not texted me yet, letting me know that she was done shooting scenes with the rest of the cast for the night. And when my phone chimed in with a message, I snagged it off the nightstand and checked my inbox.

Alina: Hey there, hot stuff. Long time no see. I hear you’re living in Istanbul right now. And funny thing, I’m in Istanbul too, doing a photo shoot.  Wanna to meet up tonight? 😉

Alina Spitz. Swimsuit model. Once someone the gossip magazines had deemed I was in a relationship with back in America when I was trying to get over Serenay and her cheating ways. But the bigget lie was Alina was never my girlfriend. She was more like a fling. Not to mention, a woman I hadn't spoken with since coming back to Turkey . A number that I had forgotten was even there in my contact list.

She was great. Nice. And all the supermodel things most men would drool over.

But she was no fucking Hande Erçel. Whatever was going on between me and Hande, it was exclusive. Irrespective of whether she reciprocated my feelings or not, I wouldn't ever cheat on her and let someone else come in between us.

Me: Actually, I already have plans.

Alina: Well, change them and come see me.😘

Me: While I appreciate the offer, I’m going to have to decline. I already have plans with someone important.

Alina: Someone important? Don’t tell me Kerem Bürsin is in a relationship...when you told me you wouldn't ever get into one again after Serenay..well that was the excuse you had given me.

Me: C’mon, Alina. Don’t be petty.

Alina: Get real, Kerem. You know I was just joking, but your response leads me to believe you actually ARE in a relationship with someone. Color me shocked.

I wouldn’t say with surety that I was in a relationship with Hande, but I also wouldn’t say I was looking to screw around with anyone else.
Strangely enough, that was the last thing I wanted to do right now.
There was only one woman I wanted and needed. And the need was such that my day felt incomplete without her.
She had taken over my mind. My life. My everything. And being someone who was weary about sharing his personal space with anyone to that extent, Hande's presence did not bother me . Instead her absence did.
In a way, I wished I wasn't the only one feeling this way after so many months.

Alina: Who is it, by the way? Someone I know?

While I would have no issues letting Alina or for that fact the entire world know who I was involved with, but I knew Hande wouldn’t want that atleast not before she was sure where I stood in her life.

Me: It’s none of your business.

Alina: Where is the Kerem I know, and what have you done with him?

Me: Very funny.

Alina: LOL. I thought it was pretty clever.

When another message chimed in, I typed out a quick and final message to Alina that, in the nicest way possible, let her know I was done with the conversation and deleted her number.  I found a text from Hande sitting in our ongoing chat.