Our Memories......The Second Time Around

Chapter Nine

She stumbled in the door, tossing her tote bag in the chair and collapsing on the sofa. Can rolled in the two suitcases, eager to follow his wife, and lounge beside her on the sofa. " Can, it's so good to be home," she wailed. I missed it so."  Can appeared from the bedroom after depositing the suitcases, " Yes, I agree.....so let's agree not to make any more long trips for a while," he stated, picking her up and sitting her in his lap. " But this trip, I do say, was a trip to remember," I won't be able to think of Rome the same way again." He teased nibbling on her neck, his favorite spot. She laughed, " But Can, we never left our suite but for the book signing, so how can you say that."  " I know, wasn't it great, my love." He whispered. She agreed and returned for his affection. The ringing of the Can's phone interrupted them as always. Can sighed and looked at his phone, " Emre, what's up," clearly upset with the distraction. Emre laughed, "Abi, are you home? " Yes, just minutes ago, why" Can asked, but really didn't want to know the answer. Emre sighed, " Well it's about time, your week turned into 3  weeks and things are a little crazy here." His voice sounding urgent. " Are you coming in today, I could really use the help." Emre pleaded. Can agreed, looking at his gorgeous wife with regret.  Can hung up the phone and said, " Looks like I have to go in to the office," some kind of crisis going on." He shook his head in annoyance. Sanem clung to his neck, softly kissing it, " No, don't go, we just walked in the door." She pleaded. His resistance was low and his desire was high, so would a couple of hours really make that much difference, he wonder as he carried her to their bedroom. 

Can impatiently answered his phone again, " Emre, what, I'm on my way right now." He shouted at the phone. " God Can, it's been three hours I thought you would have been here by now." Emre demanded. " Well my dear brother you thought wrong, I'll be there in 10 minutes." He told him, regretting the fact he had told him he would come in. His temper was short, what could be so important that he had to come today. The agency, was for sure, the last thing on his mind right now. Even three weeks in Rome, alone, wasn't enough to satisfy his need for her. She was his addiction, plain and simple. As he walked down the hall towards his office, " Well the walls are still standing, we still have employees, things seem to be in order, what was so important." He was thinking as he entered his office. "Emre, I'm here," He yelled through the glass at his brother in the next office over.  " Whats the emergency." He demanded. Emre came, giving his brother a hug, " How was Rome, and your honeymoon."  Can smiled, " Honeymoon was great, but Rome I couldn't tell you anything about." He looked at Emre giving him a wink. Emre shook his head and clapped his hands, " I got It, Abi. Well welcome back anyway." He laughed. 

They both sat down to go over the problem with the client. " It seems Womanart is not pleased with the new campaign video, they want to revise it a bit." Emre explained. " How so," Can shook his head, thinking everything had been solved with the campaign. "Here, I've got all the notes from the last meeting with Aicha." And she is adamant about you taking charge of it and running the campaign." Emre explained. Can leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, " What is wrong with these women, they just don't take no for an answer."  Can sighed, thinking of the trouble she had already caused him. " Well, I'm not going to do it, they will continue with Deren, and work with the same team as always, or they can find another ad agency.  Emre, I'm tired of fighting with them."  He demanded. Emre agreed, knowing how hard it was for Can to constantly fight off this woman. " Emre will you take care of it for me, I've already told her once, but she's not listening." Can begged. Emre assured him he would. Can spent the rest of the afternoon going over files and the updated campaigns. 

Sanem unpacked, sorting the clothes and starting the laundry. She wanted to have it all done by the time Can came home, and at least have the salad made for their dinner. Can, of course, was the cook of the family, so he would take care of the rest of the menu after he got home. Bedir had emailed her the details of the sell of the book, it was going very well and there was talk of a recopy of it also. Soon it would be offered to almost every major country, world wide. It was unbelievable to her, that hers and Can's life would arouse so much curiosity. Their life now was the best, and she planned to keep this one all to herself. She hadn't considered writing another book, if possible she would just work at the agency part time. Maybe, if the boss would let her do that, she thought with a smile on her face. She finished the laundry and made the salad, slipped on her bathing suit and lounged by the pool with her favorite book. It wasn't long before she was sound asleep. Can was later getting home than he had intended and he had missed her more than he thought. The sight of her, sleeping with the book open and lying across the chest was to adorable. He gently pick her up and carried her to the sofa. She stirred slightly but didn't wake completely, he kissed her cheek and went to the kitchen to start dinner. Pasta seemed to be on the menu, and with salad already made, he would have dinner made quickly. 

His phone rang and he jumped to grab it before it woke her.  Can looked at his phone,  Aicha, what does she want," he thought and considered not answering, but thought he better. " Hello, Aicha, what can I do for you. His voice stern and business like.  "Can, we need to talk, I think you're being a bit rash with your decision." The sound of her voice making him cringe. Immediately his anger grew, " Aicha, that is my decision, you do with it what you want." He declared. " You're more than welcome to hire another ad agency, that  is absolutely your privilege." He sighed. Aicha wasn't going away easily, but he was determined to sever ties with her and Womanart. He declined her offer to meet, saying there was nothing to talk about, she knew her options. The call was cut short with him hanging up, while she was in mid-sentence. Why had her uncle handed the advertising part of the company over to her, she refused to keep her mind on business. In the end it would cause them to lose the company. Before the pasta was even done, Can received a call from Aicha's uncle, upset with the proposal that Can had made. It looked like Fikri Harika would be losing their top customer, but at least they would be keeping their dignity. 

He wouldn't let this effect their life, Sanem was more important than 100 top customers....

He bent down to kiss her awake, she opened her eyes, and smiled. " Your home, my love." .....

"Yes, I'm here." His eyes taking her in. 

This was all the mattered to him......his woman and their life together.