Belle, heartbroken and lost, finds herself in Turin, Italy, accompanying her best friend Erica on a business trip. this unexpected journey will lead her to encounter Kenan Yildiz, the rising star of Juventus. Their meeting sparks an unexpected conne...
I turned around and saw a familiar face - it was Karlotta. She was standing with her arms folded, looking at me disapprovingly, as if I owed her something. -Sorry, maybe you're mistaken. - I replied, as I wanted to avoid a potential argument. -Don't be insane. You're the stupid bitch Kenan is madly in love with. -And why does it concern you? - Well, I wanted to be good, but she wouldn't give me a chance. She laughed in her anger and came closer to me. -Be careful! This is a warning. Kenan and I will be together again soon. - Then she continued down the street and turned the corner.
I was home now and poured myself a glass of white wine. I sat down on the couch and sighed. The doorbell rang on my door. Why didn't I have a moment of peace.I opened the door and the first thing I saw was a huge bouquet of red roses. I looked up and saw Kenan's smiling face.
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I also smiled so genuinely. I took the bouquet and stepped back so he could come in. He leaned down and kissed me softly on the lips. -'Hey,' he whispered, millimetres from my lips. -'Hey,' I smiled back. I left the bouquet in a vase and turned to him -What are you doing here? He frowned slightly. - Can't I make my girl happy for no reason?' - My girl'-that sounded so sweet. He called me his? But what were we really? -What is it? - He approached me -What are we, Kenan? - I finally dared to ask him. -My love, I am yours and you are mine. - He answered and kissed me gently on the cheek.My heart began to beat madly. It was as if I had been waiting for this from him for a century. I hugged him, pressing his body against mine. -That's all I wanted to hear. - I begged as my head rested on his chest.
We ordered pizza and watched some football. He was explaining to me the rules and the goal of the game. Afterwards, I took a shower. I walked out of the bathroom on a small towel and he was sitting on my bed. I could see him biting his bottom lip as he looked me over carefully.
-'I'm going crazy knowing you're completely naked underneath. I stood in front of him and as if by accident I dropped my towel and revealed my naked body to him. -You're driving me crazy, Belle. - He said in his sexy deep voice. He grabbed my hips and pulled me to sit on his lap.
He kissed my lips passionately, then moved to my neck, then my chest. I moaned muffledly with my head thrown back and my eyes closed. Suddenly he lifted me into the air and laid me on the bed. He took off his t-shirt and threw it on the ground. He got on his knees in front of the bed and grabbed my hips, spreading them open. He looked up at me with his heated gaze, then buried his head between my thighs. He flicked his tongue in every direction, and I buried my hands in his hair, ruffling it slightly. -"Oh, Kenan. Yes, please. - I moaned. He looked up at me and a smug grin was written on his face. - Tell me what you want me to do to you? I want details. I blushed because I was embarrassed. Then I felt him insert one of his fingers into me. I let out a louder moan. He further continued to work his tongue. That combination could have brought me to orgasm. He inserted a second finger into me, and I moaned again.
We were lying in my bed. I was nestled in his arms and he was gently caressing my skin. -I could stay here with you like this forever. - He whispered to me and smiled so warmlyI kissed his lips for a moment. -"Me too.
Weeks passed, and things were going very well between us. We were happy and got along great. There was no longer any problem with people seeing us in public. However, this largely cost us our privacy. Hardly a day went by without a crazy fake headline concerning our relationship. Who ever had such a developed imagination? Paparazzi followed us around quite often, and my face was quite familiar to everyone - on social media and in print. Maybe that was the price I had to pay.
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One cold Friday in November I was just finishing work and getting ready to lock up the gallery. I had to go home to get ready as Kenan had a game that night. My phone rang - a call from a hidden number.
-"Hello? - I answered. -I thought you were better than that. So you've been chasing fame all along. You must like seeing your face everywhere. - I heard a painfully familiar voice.
