Chocolate & Whiskey

Where Did You Sleep Last Night?

Emre Divit knew that he hurt her. He knew that he had betrayed her trust, her dreams and her hopes, which she so generously and without hesitation shared with him. He understood why Leyla is so cold with him now, why she needed so much time to let him close again; understood that it would be very difficult for her to forgive him. But he couldn't understand one thing: why she became so close to this guy from the neighborhood. It seemed that Osman, like a solid stone wall, now separates them from each other. And ask have Aydin futile. Scream, whisper, bang the fist into this damn wall ― the girl won't hear anyway, or she will just pretend not to notice.

Emre knew: he certainly deserved it. And therefore he endured to the end; endured every trick of Leyla, every word she said in an icy tone, anything, not to lose her for good. Everything was more or less smooth until one moment: in that very morning when his assistant, always with diligent styling and flawless makeup, suddenly came to the agency in the same outfit as yesterday. Her whole appearance was talking about that last night, she not only came home but didn't sleep a wink.

Looking at how Güliz escorts Aydin surprised, sly look, Divit felt how the demons inside him tensed. She never comes in the same thing, suddenly flashed through his mind. He recalled how last night the girl, while still at the agency, negotiated a concert with Osman, actively gesticulating and showing with all her might that she was very, very interested. Of course, she lied badly, but her emotionality and simulated enthusiasm were quite enough to make Emre jealous. Jealous madly, passionately, as he was not jealous of anyone. Never in his life. But can it be that Leyla and Osman really―?

The guy actively shook his head from side to side to drive away these thoughts as far as possible. No, he knew his secretary too well; he knew her not for the first year. She would never have agreed at once. Or did Divit not notice some the smallest detail this time? Something that screamed about the changes that happened to Aydin.

The crazy thought that suddenly sneaked into his mind made Emre smile: no, he would undoubtedly be the first to know about it. Surprisingly, for some reason, the demons in his soul were quieted down.

He was distracted from his thoughts by a quiet knock at the door. At the door of the office stood his assistant.

"Good morning, Leyla Hanım," he drawled with a smile, giving her a warm look.

"Good morning, Emre Bey," the girl replied reservedly, passing into the room. "The documents came from the partner company; you need to sign―"

"Allow me to ask you a question?" the guy didn't let her finish and, taking from her hands the file, put them aside on the edge of the table.

She looked at him with an expectant look, trying to predict what she is going to hear to come up with the most caustic answer in advance.

"Where were you, Leyla Hanım," Emre deliberately stretched the words to make her nervous, "walking this night?"

Silence reigned in the office for a few moments. Aydin looked at one point and could not utter a word, and the guy had already thought that he had won a small fight, when she suddenly, looking up at him, maliciously said:

"That shouldn't bother you. I didn't walk in your bedroom, after all, Emre Bey."

Now it was his turn to worry. He opened his mouth to say something in response, and immediately closed it back. After the phrase that Leyla said, his every word would sound silly. This time she, like all the previous ones, definitely won. And he was left with nothing.

Noticing Divit's reaction, the girl smiled smugly and threw her long straight hair behind her back, noting for herself that he was catching her every move.