Chapter 4 My Frustration

BURAK'S POV:

I was discussing our new project with my dad. He's retiring soon, and I'll be taking over the company. As we delved into the details, there was a knock on the door, and my dad motioned for the person to come in. A familiar fragrance wafted towards me, and when I looked up, I couldn't believe my eyes. It was her. The woman who had slapped me.

She walked in, and her face turned pale as she caught sight of me. It seemed she was now the one feeling scared. My dad greeted her, saying, "You're on time, Izra." I couldn't help but let out a small laugh at her appearance – a white shirt, black jeans, and sneakers.

My dad continued, "Yes, she will be your assistant, Burak." She looked at my dad in disbelief and protested, "What do you mean, his assistant, Sir?" Taking the lead, I replied, "It means I'm his son. He will retire tomorrow, and you'll be working under my guidance. It's going to be quite interesting."

I handed her a file, relishing in her visible discomfort, and instructed, "I need the report on this file on my desk in an hour, Izra." The mere mention of her name seemed to make her shiver. She took the file without a word and left the room.

I also turned back to my work. I don't know why when I look at that girl it makes my blood boil. I was thinking of how to take my revenge on her but soon my phone rings. I checked the caller id and it was Mia. The woman I met three days ago in a bar.

I picked the call,

"Hey"

"Hey, Burak.. How are you? Wanna meet and fun today?"

"Sure, I will see you at nine o clock."

"With Clothes or without clothes?"

"Hmm.. that depends on my mood what I want at that time."

"Heheh ok"

I cut the call and start doing my work on my laptop. Tonight I have a meeting with a girl and I know my night is going to be as colorful as everyday.

Nearly at six o clock I got free. I stood up from my chair and walked out of the room. I told everyone to make the report by tomorrow. I went to the elevator saying so. I look back at the employees and didn't find Izra there. Where the hell is she? I went back and asked the girl next to her seat, "Where is Izra!?" She said looking at her table "She left an hour ago sir."

It was another slap at my face. I clearly told her to work and she still decided to leave. I felt really disgrace and made my mind that tomorrow I will give her a piece of my mind.

But as I walked towards the parking lot, I saw her sitting on a bench, crying. I don't know why, but something inside me urged me to approach her. As I neared, I heard her softly muttering to herself, "What I did to have a family like this? I need my parents.. why why me only?"

Suddenly, all my anger evaporated, and I found myself asking her if she was okay.

She looked up at me in surprise, and then, quickly wiping away her tears, she stood up.

"I'm sorry for leaving without completing the report. I'll do it tonight and submit it tomorrow."

But I stopped her and said, "Relax, it's fine. You can submit it the day after tomorrow. And make sure you aren't overwhelmed by work and take care of yourself."

I turned away, the gravity of my words hitting me. For the first time in a long time, I felt compassion towards someone. But soon my ego hits me and her slap made me remind she is not worth it. I walk away because I don't want to give her a sweet time. I sat in my car and drove to my home. As soon as I reached my home I went inside and saw my mother. She smiled looking at me. "Good evening." I said respectively and she smiled, "Good morning son, how was your day?" I nodded sitting next to her, "It was fine. I was hell busy but I am going on a party now. I will get fresh." She nods taking a sip from her tea, "Have fun and be back before your dad."

"Mom... I am not a teenage anymore. I know what is best for me." I said with a frown. She chuckled, "Yeah, being in the news with a new girl everyday is very mature of you right?"

I roll my eyes and stand up, "No one has anything good to say." I walk in my room and after taking off my clothes I stepped in the shower and afrer getting fresh I took my black sweat shirt out and black jeans. I set my hair with gel and after applying some perfume I open my drawer that I always keep lock and took my drug packet out. I took the tablet from it and drank plenty of water and now I am ready to go.

I reached Mia's house and she was already waiting for me. We went to a fancy restaurant, where we sipped champagne and fed each other oysters. I could feel the sexual tension building between us, and I knew that I wanted her.

After dinner, we went back to her place. I wanted this. I wanted her

We sat down on the couch, and she wrapped her arm around me. I could feel her breath on my neck, and I shivered with anticipation.

"I've wanted you since the moment I called you" she whispered in my ear.