A forever kind of love

Bold

In the morning, Emir went downstairs ready for work. He went to the kitchen and ordered a big breakfast... for himself and for his "guest". He sat on the dining table with a cup of coffee and pulled out his phone to check the news, and as expected, he had made headlines. Correction, THEY had made headlines. The media channels had a million different things to say. Some said Emir had fallen in love, while others judged the girl's character. Only a few articles explored the business route, that the couple had married for the interest of their companies.

He also learned a couple of things about his new "wife" that the media was able to find out over night. Zeynep's parents had divorced when she was 9, and her mother and brother had died in a car crash soon after. When she was 15, Zeynep moved to London, and stayed there till 2 days ago. Emir put his phone down and exhaled after reading a lot of information. He also felt a little bad for Zeynep for what she had been through, but it was only a SMALL feeling.

The breakfast had been put on the table a while ago and he was on his second cup of coffee, so he decided to start breakfast without his "wife". He had a fork halfway to his mouth when he noticed her come to breakfast... wearing his clothes. Emir's mind instantly went to all the occasions he saw a woman in his house in the morning wearing his clothes.

It meant that her clothes were unwearable after what they had done last night. Ironically, this was his wife coming down right now wearing his clothes, but they hadn't done anything. He cleared his mind with a sip of coffee and put a smirk on his face.

"Good morning, 'wifey'!" He teased and noticed the service girls giggle. "Sleep well?"

"Shut up!" Zeynep spat at him and he watched her take a seat two spaces away from him. Zeynep quickly grabbed two pieces of toast and began to make her breakfast as she told him what she was planning. Emir listened as he ate was impressed with what thoughts this... "little one", could have. But he didn't want to tell it to her nicely, of course. He pouted at her.

"Mmm, so the little one has some boldness, does she?" As he expected, she was annoyed and begged him to stop and asked if he would help or not. Of course he would be a part of a plan to destroy his father, a pretty girl with him wouldn't hurt as well. He sipped is coffee and was ready to get to work right then.

"Let's go to work, little one!" He stood up but she didn't,

"One problem."

"What's that?"

"I don't have any clothes."

Emir smirked, "then let's go shopping."

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Zeynep had a quick breakfast and changed into some clothes the service girls gave her. She was a bit tall for the fit; it at least it wasn't Emir's clothes. She found him waiting for her outside, leaning against the hood of his silver sports car. Emir stood up when he saw her and took off his sunglasses.

"Finally ready, Mrs. Kozcuoglu?"

"Don't." Zeynep walked past him and helped herself in to the passenger seat.

"Believe me, no one wants a way out of this more than I do." Emir said as he got in.

Zeynep laughed. "Yeah? Try me!"

"Where are we shopping?" He asked once the car was out on the road.

"I don't know. I haven't been in Turkey for 12 years."

"Mashallah! Fine..."

Emir dialed Neslihan and asked her where she got her clothes from. His secretary was confused, but she told him anyway and Emir put the address in the GPS. He parked the car by the mall entrance and Zeynep stared like an excited kid. She hadn't been to this place in so long. Her first instinct was to run to the places she used to go when she was little, but she had to follow Emir to the clothes store.

The store clerk greeted them cheerfully but Emir walked straight past her, busy on his phone. Zeynep rolled her eyes and happily told the clerk what she was looking for. The woman led them to the office clothes section. Emir thoughtlessly flipped through his phone or made important texts and phone calls while Zeynep looked for and tried on clothes.

When he decided to take a break from his phone, Emir saw a red dress that caught his eye. He picked it out and decided he liked it, and asked the clerk to find one in Zeynep's size. He was on a call with the office when he heard Zeynep's unhappiness. Emir hung up the phone and turned just as Zeynep left the fitting room.

"What the hell is this?" She yelled at him, holding the red dress.

Emir looked at her through his brows.

"It's a gun, dear. Obviously it's a dress."

"Duh it's a dress! It's red!"

"So? It's pretty!"

Zeynep moved close to Emir standing to his face.

"I'm not wearing a red dress on my first day as a wife!" She gritted at him.

Her cheeks flushed as soon as she said it.

Emir smirked.

"We didn't DO anything last night, little one."

"They don't know that!"

"Would you like them to?"

Zeynep screamed at his face and threw the dress at him and went back into the fitting room.

"Would you mind being quick, dear? We'll be late for the office."

5 minutes later, Zeynep came out in a two colored dress. The top was white and the pencil skirt was black. On her arm she carried the other dresses she wanted and went past Emir to the shoes section. She picked two pairs of black heels, one she wore with her current outfit, and a pair of nude heels. Finally, Emir followed her to the register and Zeynep placed all the things on the counter.

"Great choices! And how are we paying today?"

Zeynep wrapped her hands around Emir's arm and smiled.

"My husband will, of course. Won't you, dear?"

Emir sighed and took out his wallet, slamming his card on the counter.

Zeynep grabbed some bags and left others for Emir to take. They tossed the bags in the trunk and he closed the top.

"Now we can go to work. Are we going to your old office or the new company?"

Emir didn't reply and she prodded him again.

"Did I take my card back from the register?"

"I don't know. Was I supposed to?"

Emir opened the car door without saying anything and ran back inside. It took him 5 minutes to come back.

"You went for a card, or a car?"

Emir ignored her question and hit the gas pedal. Zeynep put in her headphones and Emir made phone calls. This is how they busied themselves for the twenty minute car ride, no indication that they had just been married last night.