From london to Istanbul/Kenan Yildiz

Part 8

Kenan's POV

Time: 6:30 pm

I arrived at my apartment and immediately started thinking about where to take Amelia. A dinner at a restaurant seemed too simple, especially for 10:00 pm. I needed something more special. An idea sparked in my mind: the rooftop. My apartment's balcony had access to the roof, offering a breathtaking view of Istanbul, especially the iconic Bosphorus Bridge. However, the weather was a concern. I checked the forecast, which promised no rain, but I needed to be prepared for anything.

I made a few calls; I couldn't organize everything alone in such a short time. While waiting for the arrangements, I decided to check Amelia's Instagram. Her username was just her name, making it easy to find her. Scrolling through her photos, I marveled at her beauty. She had light-brown hair with highlights that reached her shoulders and hazel eyes—a captivating mix of green and brown. She wasn't short, but not too tall either; her head came up to my lips. Her fashion sense and aesthetic were impeccable, evident in her photos.

One story caught my eye—Amelia posing in my jacket. I felt a surge of pleasure seeing her in my clothes. I commented, telling her she looked great. Then, I noticed Harry in another story. He was good-looking with blue eyes and dark-brown hair. Jealousy crept in, but I pushed it aside. I saw another guy, @Mike_Smithhh, also holding Amelia in a picture. He was a footballer, but nothing serious. They seemed close, with a recent photo of them hugging and a childhood picture from her birthday. My curiosity was interrupted by a knock at the door. It was time to prepare for the date. I wanted it to be special, because Amelia was special.

Amelia's POV

I had 45 minutes to get ready. I rushed to the shower, pondering what to wear. I didn't know where we were going or what we'd do at 10:00 pm. I opted for a simple yet elegant black sleeveless midi dress. It had a collared neckline and a zip closure at the front, hugging my body in all the right places. The material was perfect for the cool evening weather.

I put on light makeup—brown eyeshadow, blue mascara, a bit of blush, and lip gloss. I brushed my hair, thankful for its natural cascade, eliminating the need for a complicated hairstyle. To avoid startling Lisa when she found my bed empty, I arranged pillows and towels under the blanket to mimic my sleeping form, hoping she wouldn't turn on the big light.

Kenan's POV

By 9:50, I was at her hotel, waiting at the reception. The young Turkish receptionist asked if I needed help, but I declined. Then, the elevator doors opened, and there she was. Amelia looked stunning in a black dress that showcased her figure beautifully. She approached me, holding my jacket.

I couldn't stop staring. Her body was well-toned, especially her defined hips and generous breasts. Unlike the slim, model-esque figures often seen, Amelia's frame was healthy, strong, and irresistibly attractive.

She smiled as she approached, and I handed her a bouquet of blue peonies and roses. She seemed pleasantly surprised.

"Hi," I said.

"Hi, thank you for the flowers. They're so amazing and unusual. I've never received a bouquet like this."

"You deserve more unusual bouquets. Are you ready? Let's go."

"Yes, I am." She put on the jacket.

I took her hand, and we left the hotel.

"You don't need to give back my jacket. You can use it."

"Okay, Kenan, thank you, but we'll discuss it later. Better tell me where we're going?"

"It's a surprise. I hope you'll like it!"