As my initial shock turned into a dangerous wave of anger, I stared at them.
She looked like she was probably still in high school. Dark-skinned, shoulder-length wavy black hair, wearing clothes so tight it was a miracle she could breathe, with makeup far too heavy for her age.
Rüzgâr didn't even bother changing his posture as she practically climbed onto him.
And for some reason, that made me even angrier.
If he didn't feel anything for her, why wasn't he pushing her away?
If he didn't want to be rude, I'd happily grab her arm and throw her to the ground myself.
"Rüzgâr! I missed you so much! Where have you been for weeks?"
Her shrill voice and childish tone made my stomach churn.
She leaned back just enough to be practically nose to nose with him.
She waited for an answer.
I was seconds away from losing it.
Overwhelmed by the mix of emotions crashing into me, I stepped back and looked away.
Why did I suddenly want to rip this stupid girl apart?
Was this… jealousy?
No. That was ridiculous.
I was just angry at her disrespect.
Besides, I had a wonderful boyfriend—someone I genuinely liked, who always made me feel special.
And Rüzgâr was single. He had every right to do whatever he wanted with whoever he wanted.
Those two brief kisses we'd shared meant nothing. They'd just happened in the heat of the moment.
Right?
"Gamze! Come here!"
The girl reluctantly pulled away and walked toward the voice.
I turned to see the man who'd called her.
Tall. Wearing dark low-rise jeans that showed off his perfect build. A fitted black T-shirt and matching jacket. Tanned skin. Jet-black hair, perfectly styled. Scruff. Sharp features.
This man looked like he'd been sculpted by a god.
Or maybe he was one.
As he studied me with the same interest, I had no trouble reading the expression in his eyes.
Lust.
When my gaze drifted to his full, tempting lips, I couldn't deny the desire they sparked in me.
As if reading my thoughts, his lips curled into a satisfied smile.
Then someone whispered near my ear.
"If I were you, I'd stay away from him."
I turned slightly to see Mert's warning look.
I smiled innocently.
"What makes you think I'm interested? I was just looking around."
He rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, sure. It's not like you were undressing each other with your eyes in front of everyone."
I laughed and nodded.
"Mert's right," Three added. "Çağrı thinks he's superior to everyone. As long as he gets what he wants, he doesn't care who gets hurt. He enjoys tormenting people. Most people here hate him. Honestly, I don't think anyone likes him except his sister."
"That annoying girl? Only you like her anyway."
So Gamze and Çağrı were siblings.
It made sense, now that I looked closely.
I grinned at Three, whose face had turned red. He was clearly in love.
"I don't like her."
"Then why do you panic every time she says hi to you?"
"I don't!"
"Then you probably don't want to know that she asked me if you had a girlfriend."
"Seriously? When? What did you say? You should've said no! Did she say anything else?"
Mert raised an eyebrow. Three hit his arm and muttered angrily,
"I hate you."
We laughed as he turned even redder.
Then Çağrı spoke again.
"I hear you accepted my offer, Aziz."
That name again.
I followed his gaze and found Rüzgâr.
Why were they calling him Aziz?
Before I could ask, Rüzgâr spoke.
"You heard right."
"The Deep or blind spot?" Mert jumped in.
"They're watching the blind spot," Rüzgâr replied.
"Then the deep," Çağrı said with a grin.
What were they talking about?
"The key?" Rüzgâr asked.
The glint in Çağrı's eyes made my skin crawl.
"This time, how about we play a little higher, Aziz? We're both too old for keys."
"Stop stalling and say what you want."
Despite Çağrı's amused tone, Rüzgâr stayed cold and serious.
The music had stopped. Everyone was watching.
"Key… plus the blonde."
He gestured toward me.
I stared between him and Rüzgâr, confused.
"Watch your mouth," Rüzgâr snapped. "You know I don't gamble with women."
"Well, if you're so confident, why not say yes?"
"She's not property. Take the key or walk away."
"Come on, Aziz. You're not afraid of losing, are you?"
If looks could kill, Çağrı would've been buried six feet under.
I nudged Three and whispered,
"What are they talking about?"
"They're racing. Normally the winner takes the other's car. Looks like Çağrı wants you too."
That was enough to make my blood boil.
What did this idiot think I was? A prize? A gift?
No matter how handsome he was, a man who treated women like disposable objects was worth less than dirt to me.
I stepped beside Rüzgâr and leaned close.
"I trust you."
Then, without giving him time to respond, I turned back with a smug smile.
"OK."
Çağrı grinned like he'd already won.
"But that's not fair," I continued. "I'm already with Rüzgâr. If he wins, nothing changes. How about we even things out?"
Suspicion flickered in his eyes, but he masked it.
"I'm listening."
"If you win, you get me. If Rüzgâr wins, Three gets your sister."
Gasps erupted.
Gamze went pale. Three choked on his drink. Mert looked thrilled.
Rüzgâr looked even angrier than before, and I cursed myself internally.
He was definitely going to be furious later.
"You think I'd let this loser touch my sister?"
"You should've thought of that before offering me."
Silence fell.
Then I smirked.
"What's wrong, Çağrı? Lost your voice? Or are you scared?"
His arrogance vanished, replaced by rage.
"Fine. But when the night's over, you'll regret it, blonde. And just so you know—I like it rough."
I shrugged.
"So do I. But I don't think you're Rüzgâr's type."
Red-faced with fury, he dragged his sister away.
As laughter and whistles filled the air, Mert muttered,
"I think I'm in love."
I grinned and turned to Rüzgâr.
Judging by his expression, the person he wanted to kill was no longer Çağrı.
It was me.
But it was too late now.
There was no turning back.