Goal of my life | Kenan Yildiz

Under my skin

How dare he order me around? Because that's what it sounded like.
Leo remained open mouthed, not realizing what was happening.-'You two know each other? -'Yes,' Kenan said
-'No,' I said at the same time.
Leo looked even more confused.
-Leo, please, I know how tired you are. Get some rest, I'll see you on Monday. - I told him quietly.
He looked at me and Kenan again. - Okay. Call me when you get home so I can be calm.
I nodded to him and he got in his car, then drove off, casting Kenan a serious look.
I walked over to Kenan beside his car. - What do you think you're doing? - I almost shouted, but I didn't care because there was no one around.
He grabbed my wrists to calm me down as I was gesticulating too much. Something I had picked up from the Italians.
-"Don't touch me!", I told him and pulled my hands away from his.
-'You still shiver when I touch you. - He smiled and replied calmly, -So you still feel something for me.
-You're very confused, Mr. Yildiz. - I crossed my arms in front of my chest.
-'And you're very sexy when you're angry. - He laughed lightly and tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear.
-'Why are you doing this to me, Kenan? - I sighed and bit my lip.
-'You didn't give me a chance to explain the situation to you. - He retorted.
-'I don't think I need details. The situation is clear to me, and what I told you then applies now. I won't be the woman in the shadows.
-'What about fate? We met today. - He raised an eyebrow.
I didn't know what to say to him. Just at that moment, a cab drove by - I managed to stop it and get in.
-'Good night, Kenan. - ' I muttered and headed home.

Saturday morning

I woke up to the doorbell ringing. I opened it and there was a courier standing in front of me. He handed me a huge bouquet of red roses with a pink envelope nestled between them. I opened it and read the short text:"Belissima, I can't stop thinking about you. Please accept the invitation to the match tonight. I will be happy to see you.К"From the envelope, I pulled out a VIP ticket. I looked at it, sighed, and left it on the living room table. Then I headed to the kitchen to make coffee. I was in terrible need of it.

After last night, I couldn't stop thinking about him either. He affected me deeply and managed to get under my skin. On the other hand, I didn't approve of the fact that he had a PR relationship - the thought that it might not just be about PR drove me crazy.

The time was now 8:30pm, about an hour until the game. I put on a short dress, let my hair down, and called a cab. Why was I doing this? I have no logical explanation, but I really want to see him.

I walked in quickly and took my seat. I looked around and saw that the stadium was packed and everyone was chanting loudly. The match was very dynamic. For the first time I watched Kenan play - he was chill and focused. He was a really good player and because of that the club really appreciated him.At one time I felt myself smiling broadly as I watched him. Just at that moment, he assisted a goal in the opponent's goal and looked up at me, waving. I blushed because the people around me looked at me.