A story based on Can Yamans Turkish dizi.
Ozgur Atasoy.
Rich, handsome, Club/bar owner and DJ lives in an exclusive rooftop penthouse in Istanbul.
He's a Player.
A lover of beautiful things and he can't resist one night stands with beautiful women...
His eyes are so expressive, waiting for me to answer, inquisitively, eyebrows raised.
I push myself up, my hands flat on his chest, pressing on his hard wall of muscle. Looking down, my little finger is virtually touching that beautiful nipple that I'm so fascinated with. Just one small movement and I could rub over it's softness. I'm draped over him.
His tanned legs shift and my knee falls into the gap he's just created.
"No... I shouldn't have had that third cocktail and fallen asleep."
"Right, No... Bad idea. I thought you were someone else. It's okay, it's proved one thing."
"What's that?"
"That I'm not totally wasting my time tutoring you in the art of seduction."
Was that a compliment? A bit back handed...
"I have had boyfriends, you know. 3 years I was with Soner. That 'pislik... dirt bag', before I discovered his infidelity."
I hold up 3 fingers, waving them in his face. He moves his head and makes a grab at them. "Why did he cheat again?"
I clench my jaw. "He said I was too mumsy? Whatever that means!"
"Hmmm, Mumsy...lets see.... phone calls every lunchtime to check if he's eaten? " Sometimes. " " Running his bath for him?" "Sometimes." "Face pack and curlers, pink nightie at bedtime?"
"That was one time..."
His eyes widen... And he pulls a face and shakes his head, before carrying on...
"I bet you even scolded, if he came home late from school, I mean work?"
"I'm not going to answer your silly questions anymore!"
He laughs and I go to slap him... But then I don't... "Ah, and did you slap him as much as you do me?" "Funnily enough, No. You are the first man who makes me this violent."
"I bring out the worst in you, do I? So what have you learnt tonight?"
"That I'm an OK kisser... And I should... Not call, but leave them wanting more!"
I place my leg on the floor and use him as leverage, so I can stand up.
"Goodnight Ozgur. Thanks for dinner, and for being a good nap cushion."
I walk away, opening the patio door and when I look back, his face is poking over the top of the sofa...
He mumbles something about the 'nap cushion' comment, but I dont catch exactly what it was.
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