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...
She's staring at me and I know by her expression that she needs some more convincing.
"Well, pretend girlfriend. For one day, overnight. So my mum gets off my case and doesn't set me up with all her friends daughters, nieces, cousins next door neighbours."
"Haaa, What do you know about being in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship?"
"Enough."
"Oh, it must have been. To have made you into this..."
She swirls her hand in front of my face and chest." The arc getting bigger. I stop her hand and copy her.
"What does 'this' mean?"
She lowers her voice.
"Ozgur...some woman, did a job on you and turned you from a sweet, beautiful, caring, sensitive soul into...
A night time, one time, fuck boy!"
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She sees my face grow serious and there's a long pause. I sigh and look down. She's closer than she thinks.
"Are you finished?"
She's looking at me, worriedly.
"I'm sorry, that was too much... I..."
I stand up and take the edge of her plate. "No, are you finished... With your pancakes."
She puts her hand around my wrist.
"Ozgur, don't. Please... Sit down."
I do, but I fold my arms across my chest and stare forward, out the window.
I will not let myself get sucked back in...
She rubs my forearm.
"Are you upset with me?" She gets a shrug. Shake it off, now or she'll never stop asking questions.
"I'm a very good...night time, onetime,fuck boy, actually."
She's smiling then and I smile back.
"Oh, I know you are! These walls are thin." She surprises me by gently moaning and rolling her neck.
"Oohhh, Ozgur, yes. Ooohhhh."
"What are you doing?"
I'm watching her open mouth make some delightful little noises. I lean forward.
"Ezgi, don't go there."
Her moaning increases and she pushes her chest out.
She grips the table and closes her eyes.
"Yes, go there Ozgur! Down a bit... Soooo good, Ozgur! That's it. You've got it! Don't stop, Ahhhh, ahhhh, Ohhhhhh."
It's very convincing. A bit too convincing. I start to squirm in my seat.
