To Get There

Chapter 10

A touch of 🔞 getting ready for next chapters lol.

Serkan's POV
The first moment of tranquility that I lived on that day was on that sofa, under the blanket, in front of a movie, with Eda by my side.

The weight of exhaustion that fucking day had loaded on my shoulders fell on me and I managed to close my eyes, once again as never before, quietly.

My father, known by the world as the famous architect Kemal Bolat while known by my eyes as a father who was absent most of the time and present only to scold me, had made one of his phone calls, one of those to claim the position that no longer belonged to him: the position of the one in charge.

"Serkan, I came to your house but the caretaker has forbidden me to enter! I can't enter my fucking building!"

That was an idiot's debut.

I specifically told Yigit, the palace keeper, to reject any visits as soon as we entered that morning because I didn't want anyone to know that Eda was there. I didn't want to create unnecessary gossip around us, especially not to ruin her career.

"Tell me Serkan, is there another woman in your bed who prevents you from seeing your father to discuss what really matters, namely business? Yet another woman in your bed who fucks your brain and distracts you from work. I'm deeply disappointed in you."

As always, he was disappointed in me.

But this time it wasn't his disappointment that upset my nerves.

It was the way he referred to Eda as an ordinary woman, even though he was unaware of her being in my house that morning.

No woman had ever pushed past my living room, no woman knew how the rooms down the hall were because from the beginning I pointed out that I didn't date, I didn't do relationships and shits. Those who were with me knew how I felt from the beginning, from the moment I shook hands to introduce ourselves.

Yet Eda was there, in the rooms down the hall, and I couldn't see a better place for her to be.

So, listening to my father allude to the possibility of me being in the company of another woman, hearing how he was indirectly addressing her as an ordinary woman in my life, he simmered my blood and I didn't hold back, yelling at him to shut up and get to the point.

The desire to slam in his face that I was with Eda and defend her at all costs from the wickedness implicit in his words cost me almost dearly, risking revealing a secret that had to remain such.

So I just kept on asking what he wanted from me, and he, being retired to his villa to sip whiskey, asked me for a report on the latest projects, complaining that I was risking too much with the idea of the company expanding to other states, an idea I would discuss with Eda and Efe as soon as my friend got back from work on the coast.

An idea that was one of my great dreams and hopes to prove to my father that I was as good as him, more than him.

"I'll meet you at the office this afternoon in the conference room. I want to see all the latest project reports on my desk. And I would like to meet Efe and his sister to discuss with them after the merger."

I grind my teeth the way he now referred to Eda.

"Her name is Eda Yildiz and she's a great landscape architect."

"Whatever."

He hung up the phone in my face without giving me the opportunity to add anything else, to defend myself and my work from his authoritarian character and from an attitude that he no longer had the right to have towards me and towards my company.