Stay with me

Chapter 11 - I choose you

Omer stood on the doorstep of the hotel and looked with heavy eyes at his wife's footprint. He didn't know what he would do if she got into the car of Tranba or the disgusting Kivanc. He wouldn't stand it. He will not stand it. He will spit on decency and, like a jealous owner, will pull Defne out of the car, will throw her over his shoulder and carries her to him.

But fate was good to him. Or maybe the other way around ... but Defne didn't sit in the flashy expensive Porsche, and not in the pretentious Mazda, but in the bright yellow small car, which Seda Berensel was driving. Exhaling lightly, he, having forgotten about his companions, hastily went to his Мercedes. Sinan looked at him knowingly, Korai - offended, and Iz ...Iz sighed sadly and offered the sniffing photographer to give him a lift home.

Omer, hastily climbing into the back seat, ordered Sukru

- Drive behind the yellow car.

He started off and obediently followed the stylish small car which drove towards the Bosphorus and parked in the parking lot of an inexpensive fish restaurant. The girls left the car and took a table on the outdoor terrace overlooking the Bosphorus. Omer ordered Sukru to drop him off at the restaurant, leave the car in the parking lot and go home.

Visitors to the restaurant and just passers-by were staring in surprise at the representative car and no less representative, expensively dressed, handsome man who entered the summer terrace.

Omer stopped at the door, looked around the tables set under the tiled canopy, and confidently headed towards the one at which the two beautiful girls were sitting. Silently he pushed back his chair and sat down next to the redhead.

Defne looked at him and in a silent question raised her right eyebrow.

"I decided to have dinner with my wife and her dear friend," Omer answered casually, which caused Seda a knowing smile, and Defne had an angry blush. Ignoring her displeasure, he called the waiter with a click of his fingers and, while the guy was walking to their table, asked: "Have you already made the order?"

Defne silently turned away, examining the gulls diving over the strait, and Seda nodded.

"Fine," Omer turned to the waiter who had approached and nodded to the girl sitting next to him.

"The same thing my wife ordered for me too."The guy marked something in his notebook and left.

Defne snorted mockingly.

- Omer Iplikci is going to eat in an ordinary restaurant Balik ekmek? Holy heaven! It will snow in Istanbul tomorrow.

- Did you order a Balik ekmek? Omer asked disappointedly.

"Exactly," Defne confirmed. Turning her head slightly, she squinted at her husband. "But you can still cancel the order, go to Lunch r-t and order yourself a lobster there."

"Thank you for the care, love," Omer took her hand and brought it to his lips. Kissing her knuckles lightly, he laid her cool hand on his knee and covered with his. - If you and Seda keep me company - with pleasure.

- What else! - Defne was indignant. She pulled out her hand and laid it on the table. - We are quite happy with this restaurant and the Balik ekmek for dinner.

"Then I will also have dinner with fish in the bread," Omer agreed easily.

Seda, folding her arms over her chest and leaning back in the chair, was looking at the couple tossing sharp remarks at each other. She smiled slyly - they were so sweet and in love.

Defne squinted angrily at her husband, and then averted her eyes. But their brilliance and the delicate blush on her face, which replaced the transparent pallor, betrayed her. Still, she frowned and stubbornly held a mask of proud indifference. Unlike her, Omer did not try to hide his feelings. He looked at Defne with such a look from which even Seda's heart was trembling. And this stone heart girl does not understand where to look and what she is thinking about. Eh ... If only someone looked at her, Seda, like that ...