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Chapter-1

CAN

In life, we meet various faces and in this very life, we lose them...their glimpse...even before we could even understand "what just happened to me?". Not only about some random people that I am talking about but wider than that; and here I am particular about one entity/personality. To my awe, it is me. It is my story. A short one. Still, it is mine.

You don't know what a promising and stubborn businessman I am. Though the whole empire of Firki Harika is the brainchild of my father, Aziz Divit, I would like to acquaint you with the important fact that I have an equal share in the platform of raising this organization to the zenith of the stock markets. For this reason, my father trusts me with his life and showed his utter confidence when he handed me almost the total responsibility of our company just before he left Turkey for enjoying a world tour. Adventurous man he is, I must add.

But he is a profound person indeed. Through the depth of his experience, he has wisely capped my brother, Emre when he gave him the position of finance manager and to my satisfaction, he is working very well. A little immature dear brother is still, I can forgive his childishness as he has won my expectation within six months of his appointment.

Nonetheless, he does never let me forget what devilish blood runs through his veins multiplied with the crazy provocation in his head that always brings me to the edge of danger (or disgrace) from time to time.

You can not imagine what I am witnessing now because it is beyond the nightmares of any sane human being's. Before I go on my ranting about that miserable incident let me introduce another interesting character of my life - Metin, the lawyer but in reality, I can not help thinking, he is a lier.

Today is his birthday, still, I am incapable of not cursing him inside and also fancying numerous means to punish him for the nonsense that has caused me to drag my legs into this stupid nightclub where I can see nothing but nakedness. The nakedness of bodies and the souls!

Young sluts are taking off their clothes and those fucking men are drooling after them. It is my misfortune that I am watching all this idiocy without passing out any irritating groan because I have to keep the ridiculous promise of my nutty friend at any cost.

Metin came to my office this morning but I could not receive him at that time because I had to attend a meeting; when I returned to my cabin I noticed, through the glass partition, he was with Emre in his office. Then they reposed to my room, after a few minutes later, and studying the slick smile on their face I felt something was cooking in their evil head. Still, Ignoring the call of my instinct I wished my friend happy birthday along with a close and tight smashing hug when he asked my words. I responded with just a shrug when we pulled away. Then he started convincing me for granting his wish without sparing any clue.

Meanwhile, Emre, who was enjoying my trouble, poked me furthermore to say yes; and realizing that there was no way to get relief until I say something positive, I ceased that drama from reaching beyond my tolerance by nodding my head a bit.

They smiled a victorious smile before narrating to me the adventure of the night. Listening to their crackpot statement my eyes went wide as I felt an abrupt urge to slap both of their happy cheeks. Thwarting myself from doing anything wrong I control my twitching palms when I shook my head fervently. Right then Emre reminded me of my promise and Metin could not contain a laugh to hear the suppressed clatter coming through the gritted teeth of mine.

I was not a fig convinced still I had to accompany those morons because Can Divit doesn't turn from his promise even if he should have.
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"Hey, Can!" Metin breaks my thoughts, hopping towards the divan where I am sitting alone and I clench my jaws in annoyance to watch him tripping over just before he slumps down beside me.

A sigh escapes his lips as he says, "Dude, what's your problem?" I frown when he continues with a certain cheerfulness, "Don't you like the place?"

"No. I don't!" I say, sternly "I don't enjoy girls stripping off their panties."

"Oh, yeah!" He slurs "but you like to rip. Don't you?"

Suddenly I become conscious about his remark just then a neatly dressed gorgeous waitress walks before us to take out empty plates and glasses from the table.

"What do you mean?" I demand when Metin comes closer to me, whispering, "You know you are not a saint." In fury, my ears start to tingle but to avoid his stinking mouth I turn my face and encounter the view that I didn't imagine obtaining before in my life.

That slender waitress is collecting the stuff on a tray, bending down, and all that I can see is her beautiful neckline and covered breast. My eyes deny the caution of my head when her tempting cleavage seems awkwardly so welcoming to me that I realise how parched my throat is getting.

In the meantime, a manly giggle, erupting from my side, breaks my meditation on that seductive vista. Still, I fail to move my eyes from that wicked lady who turns back, after finishing her work, giving me a full view of her round ass that is seeming to be seeking my attention.

"You like her? Yeah! Such a pretty thing she is!" Metin, the dog, bursts into a peel of laughter trapping me into the ambush of an utter embarrassment while his mocking remark is enough audible to me and of course to that voluptuous matron, as well, who must be rejoicing after grasping that sly statement. But I could not let down my pride because I know about the true nature of this kind of girl. So waiting for nothing, I set my mind about what I say next as I turn up my voice a bit in a high pitch to let her hear me perfectly,

"Duh! It would be a shame to my name if I let myself waste even a second to fancy that I feel anything so valuable for this type of undeserving woman. Moreover, you are overrating her appearance by calling it a pretty one. Though I don't have thorough knowledge about the true definition of beauty still, trust me, I don't find anything unusual and irresistible in her structure. It's not catchy and attractive enough to drive me insane. But I am not cruel, as you see. So, let me conclude she is not ugly. That's it."

I finish, relishing the way my thorny words might have pricked her recently woven fancy world where she must have already visualized herself as a queen. My queen, perhaps. Rubbish!

But to my astonishment, she grows the courage to turn back her head towards me.

When her gleaming eyes meet mine that taunting and impish tint in those brown orbs pierces my heart like nothing, and right then right there and right that freaking juncture I knew I am either blown or exploded when she inquired me, sweetly "Sorry, Sir, I forgot to ask. Do you want anything else?"

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