Kiralik Ask / Love for Rent - One Shots

The Crush

This is a one shot following the party in episode 3. What if Defne hadn't gone home with Sinan? What if Omer had insisted on giving her a ride instead?

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"Defne's here."

Seeing the look of surprise on Sinan's face, he followed his gaze towards the entrance to the gardens and felt as though he'd had the wind knocked out of him, he was immediately breathless. She was stunning, absolutely breathtaking in her navy evening dress, her elegant neck on display, her porcelain skin glowing in the light of the setting sun. Everything and everyone around him faded into the background, the music silenced by the sound of his own blood rushing through his ears until all he could see was Defne and all he could feel was his heart hammering against his ribs.

He became vaguely aware of someone speaking to him but he held up a hand to excuse himself, his eyes fixed on his assistant. Defne's eyes settled on his face from across the garden and he watched as she lifted the skirt of her dress, making her way toward him with a smile of recognition. He felt as though he was being pulled into her orbit by an unseen force, his legs moving of their own volition until they met her halfway and he found himself inches away from her, silently drinking her in.

Her eyes shone in the light, bright, intelligent.. unearthly beautiful... and he felt his heart swell knowing that she would be by his side for the rest of the evening.

"Uh Sir, sorry I'm late, but I downloaded everything to your phone that you asked for and brought a copy along with me..."

She was babbling nervously, and it made him stupidly happy, but he didn't want his time with her to be wasted on work chat. Not when she looked the way that she did this evening.

"Sh.. something to drink?"

Her surprise was obvious. "Me? I should be asking you that."

"What kind of dance partner would I be if I expected that of you? Wait here, I'll be right back."

He hurried into the crowd to find a waiter, eager to be back by her side, to have her in his arms while they danced, for the first time that evening he realised that business was genuinely the last thing on his mind. Spotting a waiter ahead he signalled the man to wait and grabbed two flutes of champagne from the tray, spinning back to find her the smile disappeared from his face and he frowned realising that Defne wasn't where he'd left her. Searching the crowd he spotted her red hair, and then he saw that she was with Sinan on the dance floor, smiling and laughing as they danced. His stomach churned, bile burning his throat as he watched her, chewing his lip trying to maintain his calm and envy.

Sinan didn't appear to want to let Defne go, he was glued to her side every time Omer turned around, and that was often. The jealousy was making him feel mildly ill and he had to take a deep breath each time his temper rose. This event was not the time nor the place. Each time Defne's laughter rang out through the air his eyes would seek her out, desperate for her to look his way, but not once did he manage to capture her gaze.

He marvelled to himself. How the peeved waitress that he'd kissed from Manu's could turn into the elegant, beautiful, ethereal woman in front of his eyes was incomprehensible.

A business acquaintance caught his attention and signalled him to join their table and he inwardly sighed, forcing a smile as he approached them. After twenty minutes of stilted conversation, or twenty minutes of Sinan monopolising Defne on the dance floor, Yasemin approached his group.

"Omer, you can't talk business all night, I haven't forgotten that you promised me a dance."

Omer shrugged at his companions "How can I refuse an offer like that.. Excuse me." He took Yasemin's hand and strode to the dancefloor with her, desperate to be closer to Defne, to hear what she was speaking to Sinan about. Distracted he pulled Yasemin into a dance, his eyes not leaving his partner and assistant. He pulled back slightly surprised when Yasemin burst into laughter and couldn't bring himself to question what had humoured her, but looking back at his partner was met by Sinan's gaze.