Mrs. and Mr. Soysalan - AsLaz

5

Asi barely made it to work on time the morning after the family gala. Her usual promptness was replaced by a rushed entrance, the clock ticking just two minutes before 9:00. Her attire was anything but formal: jeans, a plain shirt, a leather biker jacket and sneakers. The casual look screamed, "I didn't sleep," and she hadn't. The same bun she wore last night now gave her a disheveled edge as it was messy from turning over and over on her pillow. There was barely any makeup on her face, just enough to hide the fatigue, but not the deep stress simmering underneath.

Her body felt like it had been run over by a truck—twice. She forced a smile to the receptionist, who greeted her with a cheery "Good morning!" but it was nothing more than a reflex.

She had been out of sorts since that dance with Alaz, their conversation rattling around her mind like a persistent echo. His voice, his touch, the way he had looked at her - it all left her on edge, aroused, frustrated, but first and foremost deeply unsettled.

After the party, Deniz politely asked Asi to come with him and that he would take her home, but Asi refused, saying that she would stay with the family until all the guests had left. He had driven himself home, as calm as ever, but Asi knew better. He had been moved, shaken even, by the night's events. He was always the composed one, the one who kept it together. They'd survived six months apart in a long-distance relationship and he wasn't the type to get jealous over something like a slow dance at a gala. Yet, something had shifted and it made her uncomfortable. But he hadn't said much, brushing off his feelings like dust on his suit. She wished she could do the same, but Alaz was different. He wasn't just dust; he was a storm that refused to settle and it was tearing through her even now.

When she had finally gotten home, her thoughts kept drifting back to Alaz. That dance, the way he had spoken to her, the raw sexual tension between them - it was intoxicating. She had tried to push it away, tried to focus on anything else, but it was like fighting the tide.

The night dragged on, her mind replaying every touch, every kiss, every moment she had shared with him. And that was what kept her awake all night, tossing and turning, staring at the ceiling, cursing herself for being so weak.

That selfish, lying bastard.

Alaz Soysalan. 

The man who had once made her feel like the most important person in the world, who had whispered promises in her ear, made her believe in something real, only to rip it all away without so much as a second thought.

Asi squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the memory of his face from last night, the way he had looked at her as if nothing had ever happened, as if he hadn't been the one to shatter her heart into pieces. But it was no use. The memories were too strong, too vivid.

Alaz had made her believe in love, made her think that maybe, just maybe, she had found someone she could trust, someone she could open her heart to without fear of being hurt.

But that was a lie. All of it.

Asi had waited.

God, how she had waited.

In the weeks and months that followed their last encounter, she found herself glued to her phone, waiting for any sign that Alaz might reach out. Every time her phone buzzed, her heart would leap into her throat, only to plummet when it was just another meaningless notification—an email, a group chat message, a reminder she didn't need.

She had even kept his number pinned at the top of her messages, so it would be the first thing she saw every time she unlocked her screen.

It was pathetic and she knew it. But despite everything, despite the lies and the betrayal, some part of her still held out hope that maybe, just maybe, he would reach out. She tried to convince herself that it was over, that he wasn't worth it that she should just delete his number and move on. But no matter how many times she told herself that, she couldn't bring herself to do it.