The Wedding Night...

Jealousy can be exciting...

Baran frowned upon hearing his wife's name. "Dilan Demir," Mr. Cenk Dawson said, standing up. Dilan came to Baran and placed her hand over his shoulder after giving him a folder. "It's Karabey. Dilan Karabey. I'm Baran Karabey's wife." The man went quiet but kept staring at Dilan. "I apologize for disrupting the meeting..." She said to everyone at the table. "But I thought my husband would need this file." Baran glanced her way. "Now, if you all would excuse me." He nodded to let her know it was okay, and she left. "I knew you were married, Mr. Baran. But I never expected your wife to be Dilan. You never mentioned her name." The familiarity with which he said her name made Baran uncomfortable. "There was no reason for me to do that. Now, should we get back to our meeting?" Mr. Dawson sat down and fixed his tie. "Of course." As expected, Mr. Kartal came prepared to sabotage the deal. And considering the recent development, Baran was tempted to let him have his way. But Kerem was too good at his job. He spent the meeting clearing all the obstacles the lawyer had placed. By the end, all that was left was signing the documents. That would take place the following week. The guests stood to leave, and Baran, his Dad, Kerem, and Firat accompanied them to the door. Everyone, except Mr. Dawson. What was he doing? Baran wondered. Peeking inside the house, he saw Dilan walking in the kitchen's direction. He signaled his father to take over, and Baran discreetly went inside. He approached the hallway corner and saw Mr. Dawson. The man stood outside the kitchen door. Baran overheard. "I would have never dreamed of finding you here... You got married?" His wife responded. "I did." Dilan's voice sounded like she was uncomfortable. "I lost my chance then?" Baran shook his head. What did he just hear?

"I was never interested, Mr. Dawson. And I will ask you to please stop acting like we are close, because we never were. You were my brother's friend. That is all." Dilan's words appeased Baran somewhat, but not completely. "Not entirely true. You did agreed to have a date with me. If it wasn't for my sudden move to the US, who knows what would have happened?" Dilan talked angrily. "Nothing would have happened, I accepted that date because I was forced." The man continued ignoring her. "Maybe instead of Dilan Karabey, you would be..." Baran had heard enough. "What is going on here?" Baran stood behind the man and saw Dilan's angry expression. Mr. Dawson turned to face Baran. "Just catching up with a friend." Baran felt compelled to smack the smugness off his face. "He was just leaving," Dilan said. "Sure. We will see each other next week, Mr. Baran. You don't have to come with me. I know where the door is." He walked past them. Baran was about to grab him when Dilan stopped him. Her eyes pleaded with him to remain calm. "Let's check on the babies." She suggested. He closed his eyes and tried to calm himself before they walked together to their room. As soon as they were inside, Baran went to see the babies. They were sound asleep. Returning to Dilan's side, he sat on the bed beside his wife. "Are you okay?" He asked her. "I am." She was playing nervously with her fingers, avoiding his eyes. "How do you know him?" He questioned her, unable to hold it any longer. "He was Cevdet's friend." Baran needed more information than that. "And?" He encouraged her. "Mostly, I keep my distance." Dilan stood and walked to the mirror. She picked up her brush and started brushing her hair. Baran went to her and grabbed her shoulders. "Do you have anything else to share regarding that man?"

Dilan was afraid to be misunderstood. Not that she had done anything wrong. But knowing Baran's temper, she feared saying something that could spoil their happiness. "Nothing worth mentioning, no." He took the brush from her hands and put it on the table. Then, he turned her around. "I heard your conversation." Dilan was surprised. "It is not as he said, Baran. I will explain, but promise me you will be calm." She saw his jaw clenched. "Dilan, I'm calm enough considering I was about to punch the man for disrespecting you in our house. Talk!" His tone showed a contained anger. "Cevdet brought him to the house once, and he showed interest in me..." Baran's mouth twitched. "I never corresponded." She hurried to say. "He was so conceited and entitled. There was not an ounce of humility in him. Anyway, he pursued me, but I always made it clear I was not interested." Baran searched her eyes. "But?" This is the part she was afraid to tell him. "I was forced to agree to go on a date with him." He took a step back. "What do you mean forced?" His anger rose. "Ms. Hanife..." That is all she had time to say before he went and punched the wall. "Ahggg! That woman has no shame. So giving you to me was not the first time she tried to use you for her benefit." Dilan grabbed his arm to prevent him from punching the wall again. "Baran, please. It never happened. I never got to go on that date." He looked at her and brought her to him. "I'm going to cancel the deal." Her husband said sharply. "Baran, you can't do that. What about the company? You could get in trouble with the shareholders if..." He silenced her by kissing her hard, angrily, and passionately. After giving birth, all of their kisses had been tamed, but not this one. Quite the opposite. This one was animalistic, raw, but mostly possessive.