Goal of my life | Kenan Yildiz

Busted

It's been a while since the unexpected meeting with Nick and Karlotta. Neither Kenan nor I have seen them or interacted with them since. It brought me a measure of relief, but I was almost always on tenterhooks, especially now that Kenan was out of the country to play for his national team, Turkey.I was totally focused in the gallery and its development. I knew Dad was taking a big risk by sending this particular one to Turin with me.I didn't want to disappoint him, quite the opposite - I wanted to make him proud of me. That's why my two points of residence in the last weeks were the library and the gallery. I've been inundated with books on the subject of art with the goal of going deeper, learning about new styles, techniques and artists.

Caption: dreaming about sleep lately😵‍💫📚

@kenanyildiz_official commented: 🥰

@juvefan_10 commented: did you guys notice that kennan left a comment omg

@kenanmyman10 commented: is that the girl he broke up with karlotta for?

@daretoplay1112 commented: she is dreamy tbh

It was almost mid-December and preparations for the Christmas holidays were lurking around every corner. How was I going to manage to get everything done in time to leave for Barcelona?! I would only be there for 4 days, as the work in the gallery wasn't over just because it was Christmas. I wanted to have all the current projects closed by then so I could leave with a clear conscience, and to spend time with my family. Kenan was returning in 3 days and had a week off around the holidays, with plans for him and his family to visit relatives in Turkey. In that case he and I would see each other for 2 days, before separating ways for the holidays. Another reason I almost slept in the gallery in the last few days to free up more time.

It was Thursday, and I was in my usual spot, bogged down with exhibit documentation and phone calls. Leo was very helpful and thank God we both seemed to forget about the incident where he almost kissed me. I really just accepted him as a friend and didn't want to ruin our friendship. I glanced at my watch nervously a few times so I wouldn't miss going out at 1 o'clock since I was going to meet Engin - yes, Kenan's father. He didn't even suspect that his son and I were "a thing".

I was honestly worried he would find out as I was aware of their religion and the rules it enforces.The day was extremely cold so I made sure to dress warmly enough. I threw on my black coat, looked around in the mirror a few times. As I twirled nervously in front of the mirror I heard Leo's giggling behind me.

-'As far as I know you're in a relationship with his son, not him. Why are you so worried? - He said mockingly.
-'Hush!' said I, as if there was any chance of Engin hearing us. -I just want to look presentable enough. After all, I'm going to do business with him.
-'Don't you think he should know about your relationship with Kenan? - Leo asked, more seriously this time.
-'Absolutely not! It would seem absolutely unserious to have a relationship with the son of a partner of mine. Thank God he lives in Germany and is not following the social media channels and tabloids here in Italy. At least that's what Kenan assured me, given that he and I are often the subject of comments in these places.

Leo sighed and lifted his shoulders as if giving in. We'd had this conversation several times and the result was always the same, I hope he gets tired of bringing the subject up soon.

I walked into the restaurant and saw Engin in the distance, sitting at a small round table. He also saw me from a distance and gave me a friendly wave.
-"It's good to see you, Belle. Elegant as always. - He stood up and hugged me warmly.
-And I am glad to see you. I'm very happy we're having lunch together. - I smiled and sat down opposite him.
We talked the actual part and finally he handed me some papers which I tucked in my bag. During this time we ate some very tasty fish that he had ordered before I came. He was a very kind and considerate man.

His phone rang. He looked up and smiled. -Excuse me, I'll pick up, my son is calling. - He said and got up from the table.Kenan.
Today was his last game out of the country. We hadn't heard from each other yet, but I texted him earlier, wishing him luck. It was hard when we couldn't spend physical time together. But he managed to make the situation more bearable by sending me pictures of himself shirtless. I blushed every time, especially when I was in the gallery and worried that someone behind me might see. I bit my bottom lip at the thought of those pictures. When did I become so addicted to him?

-Thank you for your patience. I really couldn't help but pick up. - Engin said, returning to the table with me. That interrupted my thoughts about Kenan's photos and brought me back down to earth.
-'No problem. Totally understandable. You must be very proud of him. - I smiled warmly at him.
At that moment, I saw his eyes fill with tears. It was such a sweet moment. -To watch your child make all his dreams come true. That's when you know you've done well as a parent.

The moment was interrupted by someone I never wanted to see again in my life. Apparently it was impossible. Karlotta was standing next to our table, shaking hands happily with Engin.
-Karlotta! What a pleasant surprise. I had not seen you soon.
-We won't be seeing each other anymore. After all, Kenan broke up with me. - She said with a fake sadness in her voice and looked at me devilishly.My pupils widened as I sensed a threat from her. What if she tells Engin the reason for their breakup now. I would be put in a very awkward situation.His expression suddenly became very serious and he furrowed his brows. -'What are you talking about? How come you've broken up like this?
Karlotta turned her head to me, then to him. -'She'll be able to explain it to you much better. - She smiled, -After all, she is the reason for our breakup.
With those words, she left, and I followed her figure to the exit, even with her back to me, I could feel her devilishly smug smile.

I could feel Engin's intense gaze on me. I stood speechless. I really didn't know what to do. It wasn't supposed to be this way. I couldn't even look him in the eye, I had my gaze stuck down at the tablecloth.
-Belle, what's going on? How come you're the reason for their breakup with Kenan? Do you two know each other? - Engin began to rattle off his questions like painful bullets.I finally managed to look him in the eye. I tried to apologize to him with my eyes. I sighed and shook my head yes.
He stood up, looked at me with his horribly disappointed look, and made a straight dash for the restaurant exit. I stood alone at the table, nervously tearing a napkin on my plate.

In the evening after work I finally got back to my apartment at a reasonable hour. The reason was that I couldn't concentrate in the gallery - the event from lunch had been haunting me, and the tension had built up in my belly and was about to explode. I glanced at the clock - the match had ended long ago. I grabbed my phone and dialed Kenan.

-Bellisima, I was just about to call you, but I guess you're more impatient. - He giggled.

-Kenan, your father found out about us. - I shot.