♦Gurur Ve Önyargi♦

Chapter-15

CAN
Never in my whole life, I have felt so much blown and shaken at the same time. If only I had the grip still in my hand I could have resisted falling into the trap of countless sentiments that were whirling like a tornado in my heart but who am I gonna blame now when it's me who started the game of flame? She never began anything. Neither the kiss nor...growing any feeling. Bloody hell, I incited her to engage with me while the emotions that are gagging me now are the aftermath which I didn't feel for any of those women but her.

But again, how could I even expect it from a girl who shares with me a passionate kiss only to bewilder me in the next second by enlightening me with the sudden advancement of her boyfriend. Holy fuck, it's her fiancee! My blood simmered and my furious nerves twitched to punish that man bitterly but I withstood all the evil inducement for the sake of— whatever I don't know.

It was almost six past fifteen when the deal was ratified and everyone wanted some chill. A party over my dead body! From inside I was beaten and battered so I dismissed and came directly to a nearby bar only to cool down the agitation formed in me from which I am getting no respite still now for—

Little did I know La Gabbia is a bar cum restaurant because when I parked the car I overlooked the whole construction which made me rencounter what I should not.

I was at the counter and giving an order to the bartender to make me a strong concoction that might burn my system completely. Raising his forehead the poor guy was pouring the drinks one by one while I was waiting to be scorched entirely when someone tightly slapped my back speaking out loudly, "Abi, what a great surprise!"

A severe urge of bloodthirstiness erupted out of my spirit but when I turned back, fisting my hand I checked myself immediately because there she was—the fire in my loin and the light of my life—giving me an equal aghast look like my brother who was just standing before. As soon as our eyes met she ignored to register my existence by looking at anything trivial but me, fidgeting continuously.

"Abi, hello!" Emre waved his hand to draw my attention, making me further irritated as I said, "would you please stop being so obnoxious! By the way, why the hell are you following me?"

"No, we are not!" He chuckled.

"Yes, you are!" I grounded out.

"No, Mr Can..." Osman started, "We didn't know you're here. Everyone wanted to chill, so I took them here. It's a bar cum restaurant and there is a gorgeous club on the second floor too. After partying we could take our dinner also. It's my idea and the coincident is that we met." He finished and through the corner of my eyes, if I was not mistaken, I caught her rolling her eyes. I should have been annoyed by her audacity, instead, I felt light by my head. As though those rolling eyes owned the most powerful intoxication beyond the fiery cocktail that I had ordered at the counter.

"Well, well..." Suddenly it seemed I lost the grumpiness in my tone, "Then go and enjoy." Turning back I took my beverage and paid the bill but before I could even take a single sip Emre interrupted again, "Come on, brother. Don't be so rude to us. Let's go. We'll be partying together. That sounds more exciting. What do you say, Ms Leila?"

"Yes, yes, Mr Can." She proceeded, being exceedingly enthusiastic, "I would be glad if you don't reject my request. Deserting you here alone doesn't seem good. So, if you don't mind, please join us. I promise you would not be disappointed."

Considering her words I think a bit then I say, "Alright. I don't think it would be polite to oppose when you are getting too gentle to me to be disregarded. But are you sure the rest of your party will accept me in the same way you do?"

"Oh, don't worry, Mr Divit, they will for sure." She smiled and nudged her sister to assure the same.

"Of course, why not." She replied flicking her eyes towards me. And I just nodded before gesturing them with my hand to move forward. Emre, Osman and Leila climbed the stair but my prey lagged behind as a call interrupted her going. After hanging up the call she could have joined them but a group of men walked past across the space, so she couldn't. Taking the opportunity, I thrust the glass in the hand of the stunned bartender who must have already presumed me the maddest customer ever. But that doesn't matter if it means she is by my side.