Chocolate & Whiskey

The Duel

They become almost the same height when she has these defiant high heels on her, which are surprising fit her.

"Do you have anything else for me, Emre Bey?" asks Aydin defiantly.

She looks cold, as insensitive as possible. Straightened shoulders and the chin lifted up slightly. Truly the Snow Queen, flashes through Divit's head. In the extraordinary blue of her eyes, he sees contempt. Leyla is prideful, and forgiveness for him will not be easy, Emre knows. In fact, people like her should know their worth. In every elegant gesture, every graceful movement and every barely perceptible sigh the guy sees one thing: Coward. Coward, traitor, betrayer. Made get her so close; made her believe. She opened to him first in the hope of something more that could develop from their relationship, and he... Deceived as soon as the slightest threat appeared.

And now the girl despises him. And Emre feels as gradually becoming insignificant. Insignificant without her.

In the cold eyes of Aydin, evil imps are dancing, and Divit secretly hopes that the fire caused by them will melt the girl's heart at least for a moment. However, the kindled flame somehow aggravates the situation, and now along with contempt in the eyes, is read the challenge.

The challenge that the guy not in forces to ignore. Emre slightly raises an eyebrow; his lips stretched in a smug smile which becomes even wider after he notices the poorly hidden confusion of his assistant. Aydin is surprised. How can he not be afraid of her angry ― she'll incinerate him with one look. They look at each other in silence for a minute. Leyla looks at him with disbelief and resentment, Divit looks at her with undisguised adoration. Have it your way, sweetie, he says to her mentally, without taking his eyes off her, we'll have a duel.

"Yes, there is," the guy responds to a long time asked him a question. "Do you have any plans for the evening, Leyla Hanım?"

He specially proceeds on "You" to wound her even more. Deep down, he understands that playing with fire, but he not in forces to stop himself. Too much erupted between them the flame burns, it sears, leaving invisible, deep traces on the skin.

Aydin rolls her eyes. She is sick of this feigned politeness, which at times increases the already huge gap between the two. Her heart aches and asks her, begs her to look at Emre wearily, show him all her pain and say: Stop it. But the mind and pride are told to fight, and the blonde, slowly skirting around the table, says coldly:

"You don't have to worry about that."

Loud, clear, distinct. To make him understand that he shouldn't play with her in such games. But Divit only smiles. Too sharp lunge, honey. Her every word wound so that it becomes clear: she cares. One ― Zero. He opens the count, but still isn't going to stop there.

"I should, if it concerns work, Leyla."

The girl only shrugs in response and turns abruptly on her heels to leave. But no, he won't let her go so easily. Emre rushes after her and, when the number of people around becomes a little less, says quietly:

"You say you like me, but three days later you're flirting with another one," the guy feels that his former self-confidence gradually disappears when his disappointed and confused look faces Leyla's insensitive glance, but rather quickly pulls himself together. "And you still doubt my feelings!"

The girl frowns.

"My actions don't concern you in any way," responds by trying to defend herself.

It's his turn to choose words. Leyla compares the score, and Divit realizes that it's time to look at the situation from the working side. Here he, undoubtedly, is in the lead: Aydin is obliged to obey the boss, no matter how she would like to object.