Can Yaman International Presents: Aşk ve Gurur~ Love and Pride

Chapter 2: Rüyalarımda Yaşiyorsun(You Live in My Dreams)

At the end of Chapter 1:  (Sanem's POV)  Our eyes met for a heated moment, then slowly and deliberately he turned his back on me. It was no less than I deserved. It should have meant nothing to me because he was nothing to me. He was a complete stranger. I didn't even know the man. I only knew that he elevated kissing to an art form. I only knew that he smelled like sunshine and that being in his arms felt oddly like coming home. As I turned away and left, I wondered why it felt like I was leaving half of me behind.

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Can's POV:

It was a truth universally acknowledged that a single man with a steady job and reasonably good looks must be in want of a wife. At least according to my father who was now ready to wed the eldest Miss Aydin to Emre after only one meeting.

"Beautiful and an heiress! Well done, son!" he exclaimed, as he slapped Emre heartily on the back.

I stood leaning against the wall in the small living room of my childhood home. We lived in a solid middle-class area not far from where the object of Emre's affection lived. But the distance in class and social consequence might as well be measured in light years.

"Here is the biggest surprise of the night," he said to me. "Crash and burn!" He laughed uproariously. "But I beg you not to be too disappointed my boy, for you aren't the first to be burned by her. She has a reputation as an ice queen."

Emre added, "But Leyla said her sister is much more talkative when she is among friends and family."

If I knew anything about my brother, he was already halfway in love with the angelic-looking Miss Leyla.

"Plus, she's beautiful, rich and accomplished. Why shouldn't she be proud and think highly of herself?" Emre pointed out.

"I could easily forgive her pride if she had not humiliated me and wounded my pride," I said half-jokingly as I said good night to my father and Emre.

Lying in my bed later, I relived the moments and what had happened on the dark balcony of the Opera House. Then out of nowhere, the high and mighty Sanem Aydın came sneaking into my thoughts. I immediately put her out of my mind and instead tried to think of my erstwhile Cinderella. I pulled the small pink scarf out of my pocket and inhaled the beautiful scent that permeated it. It was like a drug that assaulted my senses and went straight to my head. I had never been so turned on by a kiss in my life. My first instinct had been to chase her, drop to one knee, and propose marriage right then and there. That is exactly how crazy she had made me feel after that kiss.

But she had left me in such a state that I had no choice but to wait it out. By the time I'd gotten my dick under control, she was long gone and the woman I had initially gone up to the balcony to meet had arrived. She was not happy at my sudden and complete lack of interest in her, but I could not entertain the thought of kissing any other woman.

I tried to imagine what my mystery woman looked like. Instead, without warning, Sanem's face appeared in my mind again. I had to admit to myself that she was very beautiful. When our eyes had met across the room, I thought that maybe she was the one. But after spending only a few seconds in her frosty presence, I knew this had to be impossible. The woman I had kissed and held in my arms was mind-blowingly warm and sensual. Two things I knew for a fact Miss Sanem Aydin was not!

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A few days later, I found myself in the last place I ever wanted to be.

A maid announced my presence to the group in the Aydin family living room. Even though the parents were out of town, a dinner party was underway. When I entered the room, everyone turned and looked me up and down, as if I was a specimen to be studied and examined under their snooty microscopes. It was obvious that I was immediately dismissed as no one of any consequence.