Chapter 2 My Life

BURAK'S POV:

I was completely taken aback. That woman had slapped me! Seething with anger, I confronted her, prepared to give her a piece of my mind. I grabbed her by the hair, ready to unleash my fury. But her defiant words stopped me in my tracks. "Don't you dare touch me again!" she exclaimed, her determination shining through. Feeling too infuriated to engage further, I retreated to my car and stormed off.

Arriving at the office, I sought out my father's presence. I found him engrossed in his work, and even though my mood was sour, I sat in front of him, aimlessly fiddling with a paperweight. He noticed my annoyance and commented, "And why is your mood so sour today?" Rolling my eyes, I replied, "Does it really matter?" His response was understanding yet matter-of-fact, "No, because this seems to be a 24/7 occurrence for you." I couldn't help but grimace at his remark, knowing that my reputation for brooding preceded me. He continued, "Okay, so I hired an assistant today. She will join us tomorrow. I expect you to be cordial with her. Treat her differently, don't repeat your past behavior." I smirked and replied, "That depends on how much she can endure with me. Can I get to work now?" With his consent, I delved into the files he handed me, ready to tackle the tasks at hand.

After work, when I was finally free, I headed to my favorite bar. I was fuming with rage because of that girl. I had made up my mind that I was going to make her life a living hell. I just wanted one more meeting with her. As I entered the bar, I sat on the drinking side and ordered myself a drink. While I was drinking, a girl approached me, smiling. I knew the meaning behind that smile.

"Are you single, handsome?" she asked. I smiled back and replied, "I am single, but not tonight because I have you." She grinned and moved closer to me. "Where do you want to do it?" she whispered. I replied in her ear, "How about your place?" She smiled again, stood up, and walked out of the bar. I followed her outside and took her to my car. I asked her, "Are you a virgin?" She shook her head and asked me why I liked virgins. I gave her a smirk and replied, "No, tonight I'm not in the mood for a virgin. I want an open p**sy." Saying that, I winked at her, and she gave me a naughty smile.

When we reached her house, she took me inside. It wasn't a big house, and she was living in a small room. As soon as we entered her room, she took my jacket off. I held her chest, but she was flat like a man from the upper side. I turned her around and held her hips, but her a** was also flat and didn't even fit into my hand.

I pushed her on the bed and took off my shirt. She already knew what to do next. She took off my pants with my boxers and looked at my thing. Her eyes started shining as she grinned and said, "You're going to pay me for sex." I smiled back and said, "Give me a nice time, and my wallet will be yours." She kissed me like a pro, and her tongue gave me so much pleasure that I threw my head back in ecstasy. I pushed her back on the bed and came up on top of her. I started moving inside her, and she started getting wet. I held her back and moved fast in and out. She screamed with pleasure as I brought her to discharge. However, I hadn't finished yet, and my timing was getting better. After almost 20 minutes of having sex with her, I discharged inside her. Her breath was heavy. I stood up from the bed, wore my clothes, and gave her all the money in my pocket before leaving.

When I reached my place, my dad was still up, and he asked angrily, "Where have you been, Burak?" I smirked and replied, "Dad, I'm not five years old anymore." Saying that, I went to my room. I took my jacket off and threw it on the bed. Why does he always behaves like i am still an immature person. He thinks I am still old Burak who will ruin his name. I look myself in the mirror. It's been three years and I am over it now. I will not look back and I have moved on. I left my previous life completely but why then? Why does he always treats me like a black sheep of the family? Why can't I erase the memories of my past? I have a lot of money with which I can buy anything but I know I cannot buy a new past for myself. It is hard. I know because of my past my father would never going to believe me. He is never going to trust me blindly. I do all these things to keep my attention in my present to not to think what I had done and what kind of a life I had before. I went in the washroom and turn the water cold and stand under it. I don't know why but I like to have cold bath. It keeps my anger down and my head from blowing up.