Artemis (CanEm Fan-Fiction)

Chapter Sixteen

Initially, Osman thought Sanem was stupid. She had to be. The girl had to be delirious because she had definitely told him that she'd taken her job at the agency back.

"What?" Osman had exclaimed when she told him.

"I promise I'll still help with your business."

"That's not what I care about ... are you sure this is what you want to do?" He had been in utter disbelief by her rush decision but then again, he knew he would have done the same for Leyla. He would have dropped everything – despite their unrequited love – and he'd be by her side if that was what she wanted from him. So, Osman tried not to be too disappointed in Sanem. He just tried to be as supportive yet as stern as he could. "Just stay strong, okay?" He had instructed her before her first day back at work. "Don't just give into him."

And with Osman's voice ringing in her head, Sanem went to work that day with an independent mindsight. She didn't want to be the type of girl who just aimlessly ran back to a man. She wanted Can to know how his feelings had hurt her gravely: how it was saddening to know that he didn't trust her, that he still harboured some form of emotion towards Polen. But despite all of the drama, Sanem knew going back to the agency was good for her. Her relationship issues aside, the creative director position was a big deal for someone like her. Sanem had all these wild and imaginative ideas and she was ready for an outlet that would acquaint to something significant.

"It's good to have you back." As soon as she entered the office, CeyCey wrapped an arm around Sanem's shoulders and gave her a squeeze. "Are you going to make Mr. Can some tea?" That was usually how days started – or at least Mr. Can's – Sanem made him tea as soon as they both entered the office and then any given tasks were tackled. However, ever since Sanem's resignation, Can's mornings weren't as pleasant. He was usually antsy or keen on avoiding people; like he was back to travelling the world by himself.

"No. I'm not making his tea. You are." Sanem folded her arms before heading towards Can's office.

"What? Why?" Sanem just grinned mockingly at her friend before she turned and knocked on Can's door. Within moments of spotting her, Can felt his mouth light up with a smile that only she could ignite.

"Come in." Can tried to chide himself mentally for behaving like a giddy teenager. His voice raised in pitch lightly and he had to stop the warmth from creeping up into his cheeks in a pink flush.

"Good morning, Mr. Can." Sanem emphasised the formal term Mr and mentally applauded herself as he rolled his eyes at her notably child-like behaviour.

"No tea today?" Can commented, his mood saddening just a tad bit. He had missed her tea. Weirdly, Sanem reminded him of tea – sweet, rich, smooth and most importantly, hot. In a burnt orange jumper dress and a pair of black boots, she looked like a model off the runway and Can wanted nothing more for them to transcend this unlabelled stage of their relationship. He wanted to kiss her and shower her in compliments and he wanted to do it now. He was always a man who thrived on touch and public displays of affection and he was itching to get his hands on her again. He was itching to scream 'Sanem is my girlfriend!' off the rooftops.

"You said it yourself, I'm not the run around girl anymore." Sanem simply shrugged. "So, CeyCey will bring you your tea. I have more important matters to tend to."

"That is right." Can appreciated Sanem's attitude, despite his desire for her infamous tea. "You're heading the Compass Sport campaign."

"Okay, so ... tell me what you want me to do?" Sanem asked and Can tried to resist the urge to say kiss me, his eyes narrowing in on her lips that were painted a tantalisingly shade of pink. In order to distract himself and his now raging hormones, Can dished papers out across his desk and the two got to work rather quickly. It was surprisingly simple for them to do. The tone was light hearted and for the period of a few hours, it was easy to forget that the outside world existed. Whilst working, the two were able to laugh, smile and be productive. Can and Sanem bounced ideas off one another and began storyboarding potential ideas for their next advertisement scheme.

"Well done today." Can commented as they began to round off for lunch. The two got up and stood in front of the door, their bodies close together and yet too far apart for Can's likings. "You're good at this, Sanem." His feelings aside, Sanem was good at this new job title. Admittedly, she was better than Deren in some respects. Deren was good at her job but she lacked that spark of uniqueness that Sanem possessed. Sanem had a knack for thinking of the unconventional and in the advertising world, individuality did well. "Really good, actually."

"Thank you." His compliment genuinely made her feel capable. She had always been insulted by her family for wanting to stay a grocer and Deren hadn't given her much credit for her run-around position, so it was nice to hear that she was doing well in the work place. Sanem smiled at Can and she found herself unable to tear her eyes away from him.

Can's eyes were like a black hole, once she looked into them, she was incapable of bringing herself back out. His eyes were always filled with an intensity that was practically magical and Sanem felt herself drawn to him. She was possessed by him and his whole being, and she couldn't think of anything else. Gone was the drama and her insecurities, gone were the thoughts about Fabri, trust and Polen. Slowly but surely, their bodies moved closer together; Sanem's breathes growing louder and more laboured as they inched just that little bit closer each time. She could smell him, and it enveloped her completely; musky and inviting. His lips hovered over hers like a whisper and she would have done it ... she would have kissed him like her life depended on it. He was there, and she was willing if it hadn't been for the loud ringtone that burst their little bubble.

The shrill noise of his phone's ringtone made Sanem jump away from Can as if she'd been burnt and he cursed quietly before waiting to chid whoever had interrupted him and Sanem. He pulled the phone out of his pocket and as he did, both him and Sanem noticed the caller ID – Polen.

And just like that, their little romantic moment was ruined.