From episode 14. FHVK - Rewritten

Chapter 3

Hazan woke up with sun shining in trough the windows. She covered her eyes with her hand. "What did I do last night... How much did I drink... How did I get in his the bed?" she had so many questions in her head.

She lifted herself into a sitting position, looking around for a clock, seeing it's almost 10.

"Ay aptal ya, ay aptal ya. What did you do..." she said, hitting her self on the forehead. She got up and slowly went downstairs.

When she came downstairs, Yağız was setting up the table for breakfast. She looked at him, confused at why he was doing that. Is not like he could repeat what he did last night.

"Good morning. Drink this, it will make you feel better." he said while handing her a glass of water.

"Last night I drank for the first time and did something stupid. I'm not going to play a guest in your apartment. Open this system, I'm leaving."

"What stupid thing did you do?" Yağız asked her with furrowed brows. He wanted to make sure that they were talking about the same thing. The kiss. Well, one hell of a kiss, if he could say. He looked down at her neck and noticed a bruise forming. He did that. Good thing she couldn't see the scratches on his back.

"Getting drunk in your house. That stupid thing. What else?" Hazan said just as the door rang. "Saved by the bell" he thought to himself.

"It looks like I'll have to open the system."

"If he came..."

"Sinan? It's not him. It's something better." Yağız said with a smirk.

He couldn't even think of what to say to her if she remembered them kissing or what she said to him.

He opened the door and let his co-workers in. They brought clothes and shoes for Hazan. She looked at him and shook her head in question. Yağız did the same and answered "Your clothes," while smirking. She looked at him, pissed as hell.

Yağız thanked his co-workers for bringing everything and led them out the door. He came back, leaned on the table, crossed his arms and prepared for Hazan to start lecturing him.

"Now it's time for this rags?"

"Rags? Isn't that a heavy word?"

"Not like this rag that I'm wearing. When I get rid of it, I will look like me again. Stupid photoshoots and dresses, all of that is leaving my life."

"When were at the subject of photoshoots... Because from now on, you are representing Egemen Cosmetics, you can't look like a boy anymore." He said as he was reaching for the contract to show it to Hazan.

"You..."

"Last night you signed the contract."

Hazan grabbed the contract and started reading it.

"Now, you are the official face of Egemen Cosmetics."

"You gave me a contract to sign while I was drunk?"

Yağız felt a little bit guilty, but it was the only way he could do it.

Hazan started ripping it to shreds, while he was looking at her with raised eyebrows.

"Here" she said while throwing the ripped contract on the floor. "Frame it and hang it on the wall. I'm leaving."

As she went for the doors he said "That's not the original contract. But if it makes you feel better, I can make more copies for you to rip."

"Are you screwing with me? What kind of a game is this?" she said, coming back in front of him.

"Hazan, I already told you, there is no game. If you want to hurt him, you can't hide. You will do this job. Not because of the contract, but because you are your dad's feisty daughter. If you could at 10 years old, walk trough the dark and sing so you wouldn't be scared, just to go to the market and sell lemons. You can not turn away when you get your heart broken for the first time." Yağız finished firmly.

"I know that you don't want to wear that dress anymore so..." he said while grabbing the first thing of the rack, a red, strapless dress. "Buyur."

"Right" she said sarcastically, and went looking for a shirt and a pair of pants. She also picked a pair of shoes that were there. As she was about to go and change, he handed her a new phone. She grabbed it and went to his room to change.

When Yağız heard the room door close, he sighed. He didn't know if he was happy or sad that she didn't remember the kiss that happened last night. He sure wasn't gonna tell her. She'll say he was using the opportunity while she was drunk. Even though he stopped them. It was the last thing he needed.

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Hazan entered the bathroom that was in his room. She looked at herself in the mirror. What did she get herself into? And she still doesn't know what happened last night. The last thing she remembers was talking to
Yağız about love being an inflated balloon and her saying to him that he was never in love.

She turned on the water, and started to wash her face. As soon as she did that she remembered. Last night... Yağız was holding her hair, washing her face, drying it with a towel. And she wasn't even stopping him. She just let him.

Dissmising that memory, Hazan dried off her face and started taking off her dress. First she put on her pants and shoes. As she was about to put on the shirt, she noticed something on her neck. A bruise. How did that get there? Did she hit herself last night? But when she touched it, she gasped.

Feeling of hot kisses on her neck. A voice, saying don't stop. She was saying that, that was her voice. Who was she saying that to?

No. No. No. No. That was her imagination. Who could have been that? She was just imaging it. The alcohol was playing with her. She must have hit herself somewhere.

She finished dressing up and went downstairs. Yağız said he will send someone to pick her up for the next photoshoot tomorrow. She nodded, said goodbye and left the apartment.

When she left, he realized Hazan looked a bit confused. She kept rubbing her neck. He just hoped she didn't remember last night. Because he'll never forget it.