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Part I

"𝘉𝘰𝘺, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘚𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘺
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘺"

Eda was home, all cozy and comfortable in her hoodie, about to lay on the couch and watch a tv show. Until Serkan called her. Now, a grumpy Eda was getting upstairs to change clothes and go to her mother-in-law's house. She doesn't know why Aydan called all of a sudden inviting them to dinner, but she was not happy about it. She didn't wanna leave the comfort of her house today.

Serkan arrived home and if it wasn't for the noise of the television on the main room, he would've thought Eda wasn't there. It would be typical of her to run away from these events Aydan set up sometimes. Instead, he finds his beloved in the bedroom, wearing nothing but black lace panties and a pouty face. She was attentively looking at the bunch of clothes she had scaretted in bed as if one of them would magically pick itself for her to wear. He leans on the door jamb and smiles.

— Eda?
She is now aware of his presence, and turns to him, emphasizing her pout even more.
— I don't wanna go! – she says walking to him, in a sly voice.
He hugs her half naked body and kisses the skin near her collarbone.
— What are we going to do there, anyways? Isn't today that socialite dinner party she was organizing at her house? – she frees herself from his hug, going back to pick her outfit.
— I don't know... – he walks to the bedside table to empty his pockets – Probably. But she especially asked for our presence, saying she needs to introduce us to someone. – he highlights the last part, sarcastically imitating his mother's tone.
Eda had finally picked her outfit. She chose to wear a pair of skinny jeans with a black crop top and jeans jacket. She turns to Serkan, who's now undressing, and frown.
— What are you doing?
— Undressing ? – he says, as if it was obvious – I'll take a shower quickly. Have you decided? – he points with his head towards the bed full of clothes.
— Evet.
He barely finishes taking his socks off and he feels her embrace from behind him, and a kiss on his shoulders. He turns his head to her, giving a sly smile.
— Eda...
— Can we stay? Lütfen! – she hugs him tighter, and makes that cute face he can't resist.
— You know mom will kill us both, me and you, if we don't go. – he turns completely to face her, serious.
Eda sighes and a tiny pout appear on her lips again.
— I promise we won't take long, tamam? – he grabs her face, and kisses her lips.
It was supposed to be a liplock, but Eda had taken control of the situation too quickly, pushing him even closer to her and intensifying the kiss. She pulls his hair back, in an attempt to get more of his hungry mouth, but is suddenly stopped.
— Yok, yok, yok... I see what you're trying to do, Edacim. It won't work now! – he says with a fake reprehension tone, and smiles.
— But...
— Let me shower, lütfen! The earlier we go, the earlier we're back home! – he dodges her hands attempting to hold him back and runs to the bathroom. She even tried to catch up to him, unsuccessfully. She hits the closed door as she yells:
— I HATE YOU, SERKAN BOLAT! UFFFF!

Ready to go, Eda grabs her black shoulder bag and Serkan gets his coat on the hanging rack in the main room. As they arrive at the Bolat's house, they're welcomed by a very elegant Aydan.
— Vay, vay, vay! – Serkan whistles.
— Aydan Bolat, wow! You look stunning! – she points to her in-law's clothes, and then to hers – You should've told me exactly the occasion, I feel like I am underdressed now.
— Yok, don't worry aşkım! You look stunning as always! – she reassures Eda and hugs her, then hugs her son – Hoşgeldiniz! Come in!
As they got inside and she scanned around the room, Eda realized there was not more than 15 people. Well, Aydan Bolat's way of a small and intimate dinner. She feels Serkan holding her hand, and pointing with his head to the little bar that was set up on a corner, with a very skilled Seyfi preparing the drinks.
— Seyfi bey? Look at you! – she points and smiles – I'm impressed!
— Eda hanim! Serkan bey! Hoşgeldin! – he smiles back – What can I serve you?
— Hmmm... I want a martini!
— Make it two!
— Tamam, ready to go!
As Seyfi prepares both drinks, they engage in a brief conversation about Seyfi's newly discovered bartending skills. As they're handed their drinks, they give in their space to another couple seeking for a refreshing beverage. As the night passes by, Eda realizes it wasn't bad at all. She had genuinely nice conversations with some of the guests, especially with Mr. Fikret and his wife and a lovely gentleman named Ömer. The latter caused Serkan a small jealousy crisis, that was quickly shut down by Eda. Now inside the car, Eda recalls the scene and giggles.
— What are you laughing about?
— Your jealousy. – she giggles some more.
— Not funny. That man was literally eating you with his eyes! – Serkan is outraged.
— Serkan, he was just being nice.
— Eda, you're still too naive for some things. He looked at you like a dog looks at a piece of meat! – he says. She realizes he's actually angry when she sees him pressing his hands against the wheel even tighter, while clenching his teeth.
— Aşkım, it's done now! – she takes one of her hands to his thigh, caressing it – Besides, you surely made it clear that I'm taken.
— Tamam – he sighes, feeling his little bro awaken with her touch – May you stop?
— Ne? – she plays dumb – Stop what?
— Your hand. I'm driving, Eda. – he gives her a side eye.
— I'm not doing anything dirty... – she turns to look at the view, still not taking her hand off his thigh.
It took Hercules and all of his self control to make the rest of the drive home safely and without stopping halfway to grab her and fuck her right there in the car.