Chapter 5 Excuse me, Emir.

Zeynep got up before her mother, organized everything in the kitchen, and prepared coffee; she wanted her mother to stay as calm as possible because her own mind was already boiling, and she didn't need more worries.

After taking a shower, she chose a black dress with colorful flowers, grabbed a coat in case it got cold, and put on her boots. She took a deep breath, confirmed the address on her phone, and left quietly. The journey would be long, and she wanted to meet that person soon. Almost two hours later, she arrived at her destination. The building was tall, with more than fifty floors, and the place she was going to was on the top floor.

She spent the entire night mustering the courage to go there.

She arrived at the reception and asked to speak with Emir Ozkurt. She said she was part of the team and came to the actor's house to assist with makeup.

Minutes later, the young receptionist granted her passage and explained that the floor she should stop at was the last one.

The elevator was luxurious, in golden tones, soft ambient music tried to calm the heart. Some people entered and exited the elevator, and she remained firmly leaning against the back; she descended to the last floor, and the inner security she thought she had abandoned returned. She thought about everything that had happened and what she needed to do, gathered the last shreds of courage, and left the elevator for the corridor. Despite that, she remained standing at Emir's door for about five minutes. Finally, after finding strength in herself and her situation, she rang the doorbell...

Soon, a woman in her fifties opened the door and asked her to come in.

"Good morning, miss, please come in. Mr. Emir asked you to wait a moment; he'll come down to receive you soon."

Zeynep gave a shy smile and sat on the sofa near the window. The penthouse was enormous, with glass walls that showed a privileged view of Istanbul. Seen from above, the city was truly magnificent.

The woman returned a few minutes later, brought a cup of hot tea, and Zeynep began to sip it when she heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

And she almost let the tea wet her dress! Mr. Ozkurt descended the steps and looked really handsome; he was wearing a black sweatshirt set, his hair was wet, and it was visible that he had just come out of the shower.

"Good morning, Miss Zeynep! I couldn't believe it when they called me from the reception to inform me that Miss Baysal came for work here at home... Did you gather the courage to tell me with the help of whoever organized that incident at the hotel? Or did you come with the intention of seducing me? If so, why didn't you go up?"

Zeynep couldn't believe what she was hearing. Not only was he accusing her again for what happened, but he also openly invited her to his bed!

Her honor and dignity were in the trash, and that idiot thought he was the only one affected, and worse, he made fun of it.

It went down her throat tearing, accumulating with everything else.

"Look here, Mr. all-powerful Turkish superstar, I don't know how I ended up in the same bed as you, I don't know who wants to harm you, but I would never sleep with someone I barely know! In fact, I would never sleep with a man like you, who changes women as easily as changing clothes, and worse, thinks he's irresistible. I don't know your perspective on women, but I must warn you that I'm not one of those deluded girls who fall for the talk of conquerors like you; who think that, because they're famous, they can sleep with everyone."

"I don't want to sleep with everyone, Zeynep Baysal... In fact, I don't even want to sleep with you. I prefer us to stay awake."

"I can't believe you're still talking to me like this," Zeynep huffed angrily.

Emir rolled his eyes, and while she rehearsed a speech about morals and good manners, he grabbed the young woman by the arm and brought her closer to him.

Their bodies approached, and he felt her breath touch his face.

"Listen well to what I'm going to tell you, when I have anything with you, it will never leave your mind."

"Idiot, pig, bastard! Do you think..." Emir pulled her a little closer, their hips touched, and her eyes went straight to his mouth.

"So, Miss Zeynep, should I silence you with a kiss? Or will you continue accusing me of something I didn't do?"

When Emir leaned in to kiss her, the young woman snapped out of it. Realizing they weren't alone, she kneed him in the groin at the same moment Murat appeared.

"You pervert!"

"You keep looking at me with that face asking for a kiss, and now... Good morning, Murat," Emir noticed his friend while gently holding the area where he had been hit.

"Good morning."

"Murat, thank goodness you arrived. This is Zeynep, who put me in her bed."

"Well... and apparently, you were about to return the favor. Look, I don't mind if you two have an affair; I'm not the type to blame people for having an active sex life, but use discretion..."

"Murat, I am a victim..."

"You know what else? I want my name cleared! I don't want my name linked to you, Mr. Ozkurt... Farewell."

Zeynep left. Emir started talking again.

"Murat, I've told you, I have nothing with this crazy woman... She came looking for me! I just wanted her to tell the truth. Do you think I would trade a work meeting for her?"

"To tell the truth? I think so. Are you enchanted, right?

Emir, I've been your friend for a long time, I've saved you from a lot of trouble, but don't you realize that this scandal will destroy you? You ran over a boy, and, to make matters worse, you were drugged; the witness was seen at the same hotel as you and said he saw a woman putting something in your drink, but we didn't find her on the surveillance cameras. All the press is claiming that you are lovers and having a torrid sexual affair. And besides, every time I see you you're almost kissing her!

"I know what it looks like...

"And I know what it will be. Excuse me, Emir.