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

Chapter 16 - We Need to Talk

Mr. Urgancıoğlu

   It's the first day in Kayseri. My feelings concerning Y/N being here are mixed. A part of me is still very angry at her, but another part is comforted in the fact that she is here. Investor meetings have never been my thing. Not so much because of the investors, but because of my father. For the past three years he has been pushing me to take his place in the company. It was nice at first, because I felt like I had obtained enough pride from the man, that caused him to want me to take over his position. However, after three years it has become angering, because he insults me when I deny his offer. Verbal abuse will never get me to do something I don't want to. If anything, it will cause me to become even more defiant.  

"Good morning Mr. Urgancıoğlu," I hear Y/N say behind me. Swiftly turning around, I look at her with an intense gaze. Her eyes look away from me and down to her tablet. Clearing her throat, she begins to rattle off my events for the day. "At nine, we have the meeting with the investors. After that, you don't have anything until six. It's a dinner date with...Miss Sila," she states, with an inquisitive tone when saying Sila's name. "You'll come to the investor's meeting, but that's it. Afterwards, do your own thing," I tell her. Her eyes are slightly filled with sadness, so she keeps her head lowered as she tells me she understands. I hate seeing her sad, but what about my feelings? Just because I am wealthy does not mean that my feelings should be disregarded. After I am sure that she has informed me on all the events of the day, I walk past her to go and eat breakfast.

After breakfast, I brush my teeth, touch up my hair, and walk out the house to the limo. When I get in, Y/N is already sitting in the seat on the other side of the car. Her eyes meet mine for a split second, before they look back down at her tablet. I ball my hand into a fist and try my best to keep from pulling her to me. Her voice brings me out of my thoughts, "Ms. Yavuz informed me that you will be the host for today's lunch. Where would you like to bring the investors? I would be happy to make a reservation for you." Again, her eyes meet mine for a brief second. Even though she looks away from me, I keep my gaze on her. She begins to tell me different restaurant options and the type of food served at each. As I continue to look at her, my emotions become high, and I whisper faintly, "I just want to eat with you." She moves her face in my direction but keeps her gaze on the tablet. "What was that Mr. Urgancıoğlu? Did you hear a restaurant that piques your interest?", she asks perkily. The limo arrives at the meeting hall, so I exit without answering her question. When I enter the hall, Mehmet comes over to me. "Well hello Mr. Urgancıoğlu. It's been far too long," he says playfully. I laugh slightly at his words and shake his hand. Just then, Y/N comes up to us. She continues to work on her tablet and makes no attempt at joining our conversation. Mehmet elbows my arm and raises his eyebrows merrily. Rolling my eyes, I tell him and Y/N that we should head into the main meeting room. Once inside, my blood begins to boil at the sight of my father. I want nothing more than to feel Y/N's touch right now, but unfortunately, I can't. "I'll be on that side. Talk to you at the lunch break," Mehmet informs me, before heading over to the opposite side of the room. Y/N and I walk over to the other side. The tables are set to seat two people, with the main table seating seven, including my father. Once seated, Y/N begins to set up her computer for the meeting. Before the meeting starts, I lean over to Y/N's ear in order to instruct her about what she is to do during the meeting. She leans her head closer to me as I tell her, "All you have to do is take notes of any price points, as usual." I begin to pull away, when she turns her head ever so slightly towards me. This causes her cheek to be brushed by the stubble of my beard. The contact causes her to pull away quickly and look at me with wide eyes. "Attention everyone. The meeting will now begin," I hear my father's voice boom. My hand reflexively balls up, and I sit back in my seat. 

After the first half of the meeting, everyone is delighted to go and eat lunch. I decided to bring them all to an Italian restaurant about twenty minutes from the meeting place. When we arrive at the restaurant, Y/N is clearly hesitant on sitting with me. Again, I have to resist the urge to just grab hold of her hand and hold her close. Before I can do anything, my father comes up to us and says, "So kind of you to host lunch. Who is this? If I remember correctly, she is the same girl that you stormed out with the night of the unofficial investors' meeting." I do not answer his question. So, he continues, "Either way, she seems like a lovely girl. Would you join me at my table for lunch Miss?" My gaze immediately goes to Y/N in order to see her reaction. She seems a little shocked, but mainly nervous. I am about to decline my father's offer on her behalf, but she accepts the offer. My father smiles widely and guides her to his table. Every second, I feel like I'm losing more and more of Y/N. One day she won't even want to be associated with me. For the entire lunch hour, I look at Y/N and my father engage in conversation. If I know my father, then I am certain he is trying to use Y/N as a pawn to persuade me into taking over his position in the company. It angers me greatly that he is using her in such a way. After lunch, Y/N and I re-enter the limo. "Bring us back to the house," I tell the driver. Y/N looks back and forth between the driver and I. I can tell she wants to correct my statement but is too hesitant to. Eventually, she just sits back in her seat and goes back to working on her tablet. When we return, I instruct her to stay at the house. "I will manage the rest of the meeting on my own. I'll be back late, so don't wait up," I tell her. She begins to rebuttal, but I tell the driver to leave before she can.

Y/N

Kaan instructed me to stay here and not wait up for him. However, I am determined to explain myself to him tonight. Around ten, I hear the sound of the front door opening. My heart rate increases as I see Kaan round the corner and enter the living room. He looks at me inquisitively. "We need to talk Kaan," I say as I gesture for him to take a seat on the sofa.