A story based on Can Yamans Turkish dizi.
Ozgur Atasoy.
Rich, handsome, Club/bar owner and DJ lives in an exclusive rooftop penthouse in Istanbul.
He's a Player.
A lover of beautiful things and he can't resist one night stands with beautiful women...
Since our discussion, Ozan has been rushing around, directing staff and generally been a man on a mission. I come out of my office to find Ezgi and Deniz, standing by the kitchen.
"Are you going home?" "Yes. We're going to Ezgi's to wash our hair for our date night." I try not to show in my face what my insides are doing and I search hers to see how this thought is affecting her. "Can I speak to you about that." I touch Ezgi's arm and pull her to me, hoping to get a few words with her privately, behind the green velvet curtains at the side, but then Ozan appears and needs me to help him move a table and Deniz is looking at her watch. I sigh and put my face into Ezgi's neck. My lips just under her ear. I kiss her pulse point and feel her skin get goosebumps, then I give her a shot of my hot breath and sniff her scent up my nose. I can tell she's surprised by my openly public display of affection. Only previously delivered when it's been part of our pretend game plan.
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"Ozgur, are you alright?" "Hmm... No. I can't stop thinking about last night and this morning." "and what were you thinking about them?" "About how good you felt, and how sweet you tasted. Food for thought... "
I lift my head and pinch her cheek and then check myself before I give too much away.
EZGI POV
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Seeing as though he's standing close, right next to me and looking down on the top of my head, I don't think he can see the shy smile on my face. I think he's sniffing me again. If I twisted my head, just a quarter turn, I could bury my nose into the V of his shirt and really consume all that fine, fresh smelling manliness. I could open my mouth and nibble my way up that beautiful corded neck, while my fingers could grip the edges of the navy blue fabric and rip it from his body, exposing all those hard ribbed muscles and tanned flesh.
"Ezgi? Are you ready?" I answer with a fogged brain. "Yes...So ready..."
"What?" Deniz is confused and I can feel my cheeks begin to burn up. "What? Err...Oh, right."
He's still standing there. The heat from his body is coming off in waves and causing me to drift into a hazy alternate universe where my lust-filled desires for him are acted out in full, and everyone would know that this man is mine.
