Obsessed {Kaan Urgancioglu X Reader Y/N} {Yandere}

Chapter 11 - Letting Loose

Y/N

   Today is a very big day for me, because it's my birthday! Because it Sunday, I got to spend almost the entire day with Mom. We went window shopping and saw this long, flowy, red dress. It was a fine silk material. Mom insisted on buying it for me. I tried to stop her, but she went ahead and bought it. I still feel bad inside. There is something about me that no matter how much good I've done or how important of a day it is for me, I will always feel bad if my mom tries to treat me with something expensive. Why can't the woman just buy me some fast food and call it a day?! Anyhow, I am still very grateful for her kindness towards me. At the moment, I am getting ready to go to a club with Defne. I'm not a party person by any means, but heck, I'm twenty-one now, I want to at least let loose for one night. I've decided to wear my new dress that mom got me. A part of me is worried that I might ruin it at the club, but then again letting loose doesn't mean being reckless. So, I decided to take a chance. I hear mom talking to someone downstairs. I'm pretty sure it's Defne. Call me whatever you want, but I did not tell mom that Defne and I were going to a club. I just told her we were going out to celebrate my birthday. Yes my conscience is bothering me, but at least I don't have to wear a tracking device this way. Pretty sure those aren't even allowed in the club we are going to. It's a high end club for people who are rich enough to enter. So, hopefully that means it will be safer. Now, Defne and I are nowhere near being rich, but we do both have good paying jobs that allow us to splurge like this. I quickly finish putting on my shoes and rush down the stairs. Mom turns to me and her eyes light up. "You look so beautiful my dear. I'm very proud of the woman you've become. I hope you and Defne have a wonderful time tonight. I'll probably be asleep when you return, so no need to hurry back. Stay safe you two," she says while continuing to admire the dress. I smile and give her a big hug. Before leaving, I wish her a good night's rest. As we walk towards Defne's car, Defne looks at me mischievously and says, "You didn't tell her where we are going did you?" I smile back at her sheepishly and she laughs.

When we arrive at the club, one of the two guards asks to see our ID's. After seeing them and verifying our age, he asks for three-thousand lira. Like my mom, Defne refused to let me pay. Once the entrance fee is paid, the man moves out of our way and lets us through. There is a big tunnel that leads to the main clubbing area. It is a very big space with a DJ playing music in the back and a bar directly to the right. The only lighting in the room is coming from the strobe lights above and the bar tables. There is a fancy seating area to the left of the bar. Each one has four seats set in a circle around a small, glass table. Defne grabs my hand and pulls me towards the bar. "Two rakis on the rocks please," she asks the bartender. He smiles and begins making our drinks. I laugh at her confidence and ask playfully, "You sure you've never come here before?" She rolls her eyes and laughs. "So birthday girl? Who you going to dance with?," she asks excitedly. I snicker and turn away from the bar to look at the rambunctious crowd. "Let's see. I think I'd like to dance with me, myself, and I. Yeah, I think that will be good," I reply. Before Defne can rebuttal, the bartender places our drinks down. After taking a sip and being quick taken aback by the kick it has. Defne jugs her's down like a trooper. I look around the dance floor again. As my eyes travel to the entrance, I almost choke on my drink. Defne notices and follows my gaze. "Oh...my...gosh," she says slowly. There at the entrance, in khaki slacks and a dark green, cotton t-shirt, is Mr. Urgancıoğlu. His hair is not perfectly combed back as it usually is. Instead, it looks like a slightly nicer version of bed hair. However, with the outfit, he pulls it off amazingly. Before I can stop her, Defne runs across the room and right up to Mr. Urgancıoğlu. The embarrassment and anxiety rushing through me is so bad that I am literally shaking. To nervous to watch them talk and inevitably come over, I turn back towards the bar and gulp down my drink like it is a shot of tequila. That was a stupid idea. Immediately I begin to gasp for air and hit my palm on the bar counter. The bartender takes notice of my situation and laughs as he brings me some slices of lemon. "Bite on one of these, it will lessen the burn," he says. Without hesitation, I bite into one and  the pain immediately goes away. "You hesitant to eat lunch with me, but waste no time taking lemons from a complete stranger," I hear Mr. Urgancıoğlu say behind me in a tone that is a mix of sarcasm and anger. I can feel my cheeks heat up and goosebumps form on my arms. Slowly, I turn to face him. He is standing there with a smug look on his face. Defne, like the drama deprived girl she is, stands and looks between the two of us as if we are acting in a play. I give her a frustrated glare before looking back at Mr. Urgancıoğlu. The tension is stronger than a rope being pulled in a tug of war. A slow song comes on the speakers and Mr. Urgancıoğlu puts out his hand and says, "Dance with me." I cannot come up with an excuse or even a rebuttal to his statement, so I just place my hand in his. He walks us to the heart of the crowd of couples and pulls me to where I am flush up against him. As we begin to dance I ask him what he is doing in this club of all the clubs in Turkey. He snickers and replies that he is a member at this particular one. I nod my head nonchalantly and try my best to come up with another question. Before I can though, he asks me what Defne and I are doing here. I laugh nervously and tell him that it is my birthday. He tilts his head to the side and raises his eyebrows in shock. "Well in that case, happy birthday," he says sweetly. I blush at his words, even though I've heard them about fifty times already today from all my mother's friends and Defne, of course. I reply with a hushed thank you. His hand suddenly lets go of my mine and he places it around my waist with his other arm. This causes our bodies to become even closer to one another and forces me to put both my hands on his shoulders, unless I want to just let them hang at my sides, which I don't. He looks deeply into my eyes, and for a moment I cannot hear any of the noises in the club. Without even trying, our foreheads press against one another and I can feel his breath hit my lips. The effect it has on me causes me to grip hard onto his shoulders and close my eyes. Even though the music is so loud, along with the sound of a hundred people talking, I hear him whisper, "I love you Y/N." My eyes fly open and I look at him. His expression almost appears to be angry. However, his eyes are almost pleading for me to not pull away. Seeing him like this makes me almost sad. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I rest my chin on his shoulder and close my eyes back up. I can feel his lips kissing my neck. The stubble on his chin tickling ever so slightly. He then pulls his face away from my neck and presses his forehead against mine again. After a while of just dancing in silence, I feel his lips press against mine. The sudden action catches me off guard. I'm in a slight panic mode. I want nothing more than to kiss him back, but he's my boss for crying out loud. Suddenly, I remember the promise I made to myself about letting loose, even if it's just for today. Without wasting another second, I kiss him back. He pulls away and gives me a big smile. I smile back at him shyly and pull him back in for another kiss. His kiss is so soft, yet passionate. I'm happy he isn't trying to French kiss me. This is my first kiss and I don't think I'm ready to do anything other than feel his lips on mine.