CHAPTER FOUR
EVREN
Wrapping the towel around my waist, I stepped out of the bathroom and ran into Dila, who was cursing under her breath as she came out of the guest room with her phone in hand. She was wearing one of my old T-shirts she had found in the guest room, and without paying any attention to me, she ran past me into the living room and started gathering her clothes. Smiling as she kept swearing to herself, I watched her gather her clothes, and then she looked at me.
"I thought you had a hearing?"
I raised my eyebrows. "Yes, I have a hearing??"
"It's eight-thirty!" She said angrily, quickly passing by me and heading for the guest room. She threw her clothes on the bed, looked at her wrinkled shirt, and said, "Fuck!"
"Don't worry, no one will care about your wrinkled shirt."
"Yeah, right," she said, rolling her eyes as she took her makeup bag out of her purse. "Go tell that to that idiot Reha."
"Who's that?" I asked, leaning against the doorway with my arms crossed over my chest. Her panic was quite funny.
"My shitty boss. He tortures me as it his daily meals." She rummaged through her things. After turning her clothes inside out for a while, she turned to me. "Have you seen my underwear?"
I shrugged and said sweetly, "My business with it ended after I took it off."
"I hope you didn't rip it, asshole." She narrowed her eyes. "I can't go to work without my underwear." I smiled without saying anything. She looked at my expression and sighed in exasperation. "It wouldn't kill you to pretend to care a little, you know?"
"You can buy some on the way."
"You bastard." She glared at me angrily, but then, as if remembering something, she reached for her makeup bag.
As she hurried toward me, I threw my arm out to block her path. "Are you trying to wipe my scent off you, Dila?"
She looked at my smirking expression, completely unfazed. "I can't go to work smelling like sweat and semen." She hit my arm, but I didn't budge. "What?"
"I think you should go just like that," I said, not hiding my smile.
"Oh please, can we stop this stupid post-sex morning talk? It's making me nauseous." She rolled her eyes and slipped under my arm to get away from me. I couldn't help but laugh at her attitude.
"Why? Isn't it fun?" As she went into the bathroom to get a towel, I walked towards the bathroom door. "Is the smell of sweat and my cum more worrying than someone seeing your tight pussy?"
"Dude," she said, pulling a navy blue bath towel out of the white cabinet and closing the door. "Even I don't talk about sex before I've had my coffee."
When she turned to look at me, I nodded toward the shower. "Need some help?"
She pursed her lips. "Nah, I'll pass, thanks." She raised her eyebrows. "When was your hearing?"
I shrugged. "I forgot."
She sighed wearily and fixed her eyes on me. I had to look at her face for a few seconds to understand what she was looking at. She seemed to be waiting for something. She fixed her stubborn honey-colored eyes on mine. After staring at me for a while, as if I needed to understand what she was thinking, she gave up and sighed. "Are you going to get out?"
I smiled slightly. "Why?"
She pouted her lower lip and waved her hands dismissively, teasing, "I don't know, like I'm going to take a shower or something?"
Knowing how irritated she was, I smiled sweetly to provoke her. "Is there somewhere I haven't seen you, Dila?"
She frowned. "That doesn't mean I want you to see it again."
I tilted my head to the right and pretended to be sad. "Are you this charming every morning after sex, or is it just for me?"
She pursed her lips as if annoyed that I was rubbing it in her face that she had had her first sex last night with me. She was about to say something but then changed her mind. When she saw me grinning at her expression, she gestured outside with her hand. "Get out!"
I raised my hands as if surrendering. "Fine, but you know who to call if you can't shave your back."
"Yes," she said, approaching me with angry steps. She looked at me at the door and reached out to grab the bathroom door handle. She raised her head, fixed her eyes on mine, and growled, "No one!" Then she slammed the door in my face.
The door slamming in my face should have annoyed me, but this woman named Dila's reactions were so entertaining that I couldn't help but laugh. I stared at the door for a few seconds, then pushed the strands of hair that had fallen in front of my eyes and walked into my room.
After my eyes wandered over the sheets for a moment, they found my phone sitting right on the bed. I walked over to the bed, sat down, and pressed the lock button on my phone. When I saw the messages from Hakan and his family, I laughed to myself.
Of course.
I ignored his messages, got up, and went to my closet to take out my suit. While looking for a suitable tie, I heard the sound of water and smiled. My smile grew when I heard Dila cursing from inside.
Actually, I was well aware of Mehmet's intentions, but that didn't stop me from doing what I wanted. I could understand why he was so annoyed with Dila. Dila had no filter whatsoever; she didn't hesitate to swear or say whatever was on her mind without censoring herself. She had a stubbornness that could often get on people's nerves. It was clear she was a determined and dedicated person.
Plus, she really was very good at giving blowjobs.
I picked out a navy blue tie and left it on the bed, then walked around the mirrored dresser, glanced at my robe hanging on the coat rack, and pulled a black boxer brief out of the dresser drawer. I ran my fingers through my hair and tossed it back, then looked at myself in the mirror, searching for any stubble left over from shaving. Convinced there was none, I reached into the box, took a hairpin, and gathered my hair into a low bun, as I only did for court appearances. As I pulled the towel from my waist and put on the boxer shorts, I heard Dila curse again from inside.
For some reason, many of the women I was with usually had these miraculous ideas about sleeping together. When I showed Dila the guest room, she threw herself directly onto the bed without even looking at me again. I was glad she didn't expect any post-sex emotionality, as one wouldn't expect from a woman who had never had sex before, because I didn't understand why people bothered with such things. I was happy to be alone in my double bed, and judging by her reaction, Dila was also happy to be alone in the guest room. She didn't seem to care about the spare T-shirts in the guest room either. I knew there was a lipstick mark on the T-shirt she was wearing, a souvenir from one of the women I used to fuck, but I didn't care enough to throw it away or change it for others.
Normally, I was the type who didn't talk much in the mornings and acted toward women as if I hadn't fucked them the night before, but today Dila had stolen that role from me. I wouldn't say her indifference hurt my pride; I was glad she didn't read into it.
I didn't like obsessive women.
Still, there was something different about Dila.
Perhaps that was why Mehmet had to come to me, putting his valuable investment at risk.
As I was getting dressed, Dila came out of the bathroom and rushed to the guest room, slamming the door. I couldn't help but laugh at her panic. After all, I was the one who benefited most from this equation, and as long as the needle didn't point at me, I didn't care what happened.
It had been a long time since I had sex that satisfied me so much. You could say I woke up happy that day. Besides, the day was just beginning.
Once I was completely ready, I walked over to the coat rack, grabbed my robe, and picked up my bag with the pre-prepared files. I was almost ready. Remembering an important detail, I opened the drawer of the small nightstand next to the bed. I opened the box with the lid and found what I was looking for. I was ready and waiting.
As I stepped out of the room and headed toward the door, Dila also hurried out of the guest room. She was trying to wipe something off her shirt with a damp cloth while also trying to look at something on her phone.
When she saw me quickly getting ready to leave, she narrowed her eyes. "Were you leaving?"
I smiled slightly and showed her my Tag Heuer watch. "It's almost nine."
Without stopping ironing her shirt, she frowned. "Were you going to leave me behind?"
I blinked as if I didn't understand, but I could tell from her reaction that she didn't buy it. "Do you need a babysitter, Dila?" I smiled as if to annoy her. "I didn't know that."
"I don't know if you remember, but my car is at the restaurant, you jerk!" She breathed angrily. "Plus, I'm late!"
I pursed my lips to keep from laughing. "I'm sorry for you, but what does that have to do with me?"
"What?" Suddenly, her hands stopped working, and she looked at me in disbelief. "You—" She took a deep breath. It was as if she was torn between killing me and not killing me. Seeing that I hadn't taken my sparkling gaze off her, she asked angrily, "How am I supposed to get to work then?"
I pretended to think. "How about a taxi?"
"Fuck you." She exhaled angrily, shrugged me off, and walked past me. She quickly grabbed her coat, opened the door, and put on her shoes, muttering.
"Please, Dila," I said, smiling as I watched her put on her heels. "It hasn't even been eight hours yet, but do you already miss my cock?"
"You're unbearable." She sat up and looked at me, clearly annoyed.
She had applied light eye makeup and put on the same brown lipstick she had worn the night before. Unlike yesterday, this time she had gathered her hair into a ponytail on top of her head. I ignored the urge I felt inside to grab that ponytail, bend her over, and thrust into her tight pussy from behind. I had an important meeting and no time. Still, I didn't like that she had done a ponytail.
I gently pulled back the cloak covering my hand and extended it to her between my fingers. "Take it."
"What is this?" For a moment, she seemed to forget her anger and reached for what was in my hand with curious eyes. I guess she was expecting me to give her a gift or something else.
"The emergency contraceptive pill." She looked at the blue pill she had taken for a moment, then immediately raised her eyes to look at me. Even though she was smaller, shorter, and weaker than me, I felt my blood boil when I saw her defiant gaze. Despite my boiling blood, I kept my face expressionless and pointed at the pill with my eyes. "We didn't use protection last night, and I don't think either of us wants to deal with the nonsense of pregnancy."
She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right, like I'm dying for your baby!" She raised the pill in the air and fixed her threatening eyes on me.
Her gaze made my cock twitch.
Fuck. This woman had no idea what she was doing to me.
"What if I told you there are women begging me to cum inside them and give them babies?" She hissed when I smiled irritably.
"How lovely, go deal with them." She narrowed her eyes, shaking the pill. "I'll take this, but this fucking crap is really harmful. No one should have to take this for the pleasure of your dick. Use a condom next time!"
I leaned toward her slightly, smirking. "Are you trying to say there will be a next time, Dila?"
Despite her heels, she couldn't reach me, so she rose on her toes in anger. Still annoyed that I was looking down on her, she said through gritted teeth. "I'd rather fuck myself."
I leaned toward her a little more. When I got close to her face, she didn't react. Even if she was excited, she was pretty good at hiding it. "Fucking you is my job. Don't forget whose cock was the first to enter your tight, virgin pussy."
She took a sharp breath and looked at me for a few seconds. While her eyes were fixed on mine, I had to restrain myself from grabbing her ponytail, pulling her inside, and pinning her against the wall. I wanted to shove my cock into her little mouth to smear her lipstick, then fuck her tight throat until she moaned with pleasure. Everything this woman did turned me on.
"I hope you lose your case." She gave me a dissatisfied look and quickly turned around, opening the elevator door waiting on the floor.
As I straightened my posture, ignoring my throbbing cock, I asked, "Aren't you going to wait for me?"
She opened the elevator door and gave my smiling face a condescending look. "Take the stairs."
A laugh rose from my chest. "Don't forget to buy yourself some underwear on the way, Dila," I said. "It would really upset me if anyone else saw your sweet, juicy pussy."
She got into the elevator and didn't forget to flip me off with her middle finger before closing the door.
I found myself laughing again.