🔥💣WARNING!!💣🔥
To read this story, well...a good imagination would be great; you need to imagine and remember the scenes before and after the scenes I have re-written in each chapter. And, could be you also may need a bit of a naughty mind and i...
Yesterday afternoon I thought "oh, no need to get the next chapter ready for tomorrow Sunday, as the previous chapter, the twenty 7, hasn't got its 100 stars out of 537 reads yet". So, no need to hurry to re-read it 7 times for spelling mistakes or to try to make it a bit longer for you all to read, nor to make collages with nice pics of our love birds to put into the story either...why should I? I would rather spend my time reading other nice Canem-stories, voting on each and every chapter I read, instead of wasting my free time writing a story with chapters with 537 reads but only 102 stars!!!??? Really..??
As always, I dearly thank the readers who always do vote and comment, thank you for your support)
eri
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Can at the bar. With Ceyda🤨
He felt so rejected. His chest shrank with every other breath he took, with every damn beat of his heart. Hurt. He was hurt. Or, more than hurt. How could Sanem say no? Well, she didn't exactly reject him, she just wasn't ready to accept him and his offer about marriage. Not yet. That's what she had said. Didn't she love him like he loved her? Did she have any kind of doubts about his feelings for her, or her own feelings for him? Can felt like as he was going crazy with all those questions, doubts and wonder in his overwhelmed brain, so he slowly sipped on his whiskey and tried to relax. Then his phone went off and the screen showed him who was calling. He grimaced but answered the call. Why not some distraction? When he hung up he already regretted his decision; he knew what Ceyda was after, what she wanted, so why the hell had he told her to join him..? Because he was offended, hurt. Yepp. He groaned deep inside and swept the rest of the whiskey, slammed the glass down on the bar desk and asked for another one. Ten minutes later his phone went off again, just when he got the red head in sight at the entrance. Sanem. He picked it up.
"Sanem?"
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The call was over in less than 30 seconds, as Sanem didn't want to disturb him when he was with Ceyda. Fuck. She had got it all wrong! And now what? He gazed at the CEO beside him and listened to her empty words. When she asked him why they were drinking, he told her he didn't know. Then she asked him if he wanted to share it with her, and he shook his head a bit and said no, uh uh.
"Is it about Sanem? Did you argue?"
Can smirked and told her off.
"I told you Ceyda, I don't want to talk."
She accepted it with an okej, leaned back a bit and caught some air. Then she turned pushy and placed her hand upon his on the bar desk.
"Let us drink for freedom. We both love freedom, so let's toast for it, Can."
