Driving Me Crazy

IZRA'S POV:

I woke up early in the morning, glancing over at Shiza, my younger sister, who was still fast asleep. A soft smile formed on my face as I admired her innocence. I had made a silent promise to myself to shield her from the hardships that I had faced and ensure that she wouldn't have to work as tirelessly as I did.

After taking a quick shower, I headed out for breakfast, eager to start the day. As I prepared the food, my aunt called out, asking if I could pick up some flour and milk on my way back. I agreed with a nod, making a mental note to get them before returning home.

Next, I headed to a job interview, my heart pounding in my chest. With each step, I whispered prayers to God, hoping for a successful outcome. Upon arriving at the office, I noticed three other confident-looking girls ahead of me. Doubt began to creep into my mind, making me feel like I was nothing compared to them.

One by one, the other applicants left, leaving only me. It was my turn. As I entered the room, an elderly gentleman sat behind the desk. I greeted him politely, offering a professional smile. I handed him my file, and he perused it attentively. After a brief pause, he spoke.

"So, you have work experience," he noted. I nodded, replying, "Yes, sir." His eyes seemed approving as he continued, "Your file is impressive, Miss Izra. Welcome to the office." A surge of joy washed over me, and I couldn't contain my happiness as I thanked him profusely. Leaving the room, I felt a weight lifted off my shoulders. I decided to reward myself with some sweets, thus stopping by a bakery on my way home. Along with the flour and milk, I purchased some delicious treats to celebrate my success.

As I walked home, my mind still blissfully occupied with my new job, a speeding car suddenly raced towards me. Instinctively, I braced myself for impact, but the vehicle screeched to a halt just in time. Lying on the ground, I frustratedly looked up to see who was responsible for this close call. A man stepped out of the car and began chastising me.

"Can't you see, stupid?" he yelled. Annoyed with his reckless driving and his condescending tone, I couldn't help but snap back. "It was you who was driving like an idiot!" He bent in front of me and held my hair, "How dare you talk to me like this?"

My anger reached its peak, and without thinking, I delivered a firm slap across his face. Fuming, I collected my belongings that had scattered from the impact and continued on my way.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around to find the man from the car had followed me. He held his cheek, his eyes blazing with fury.

"How dare you slap me?" he snarled.

My heart raced with fear as I realized I was alone on the road with a man who was clearly agitated. I tried to back away, but he grabbed my arm, jerking me towards him.

"Let me go!" I shouted, struggling to break free.

But his grip only tightened, and I felt tears prick my eyes as I realized how vulnerable I was in this situation. Suddenly, there was a loud shout, and the man released me to turn towards the source of the noise.

It was a group of shopkeepers who had rushed out of their stores to see what was happening. They formed a protective circle around me, confronting the man.

"Leave her alone!" one of them bellowed.

The man looked around, his expression changing from anger to fear. He quickly backed away, muttering excuses, and got back into his car, speeding off.

I stood there, trembling and grateful for the brave people who had come to my rescue. They helped me up and walked me home, making sure I was safe.

Upon returning home, my sister eagerly greeted me, her eyes shining with curiosity. "How was your interview, sis?" she asked. I couldn't contain my excitement as I beamed and replied, "It went well, and guess what? I got the job!" Her face lit up, mirroring the joy in my heart, and she exclaimed, "Really?" Our uncle, who had overheard our conversation, beamed with pride and spoke, "I always knew my daughter would land the job." Grateful for their support and wanting to share my joy, I presented them with the sweets I had brought. "These are for good news," I said with a smile. My uncle's smile widened, and he insisted that I take some rest while he prepared dinner. Following his advice, I changed into comfortable clothes and lay down on my bed.

As I lay in bed that night, I couldn't help but think about how quickly life can change. One moment, I was celebrating my success, and the next, I was facing a potentially dangerous situation. But I was grateful for the lessons learned that day, and I promised myself to always be aware of my surroundings and to stand up for myself, no matter what.

İ close my eyes and tears of loneliness start flowing from my eyes. İ miss my parents so much. İ was hugging myself and crying silently. İ have been alone for 16 years. İ kept everything inside my heart. İ never shared what i have been through with Shiza because i know she is young and wouldn't understand and it is my job to look after her because i promised our parents for her safety. İ close my eyes and tried to sleep for a good morning tomorrow.

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.

IZRA'S POV:

I was in my room when I received a call from Furkan. I smiled and answered happily. "Hey, how are you?"

"Hey, my love, how are you? I missed you so much," he replied.

"I missed you too. I have some good news; I got a job," I said excitedly.

"Really! That's great. Well, I'm proud of you. By the way, I'm coming to Istanbul tomorrow," Furkan announced.

"What? You're coming back, really?" I asked ecstatically.

"Yes, but don't tell anyone. It's a surprise," he said.

"Okay. I'll wait for you," I replied.

"I want my first kiss tomorrow," Furkan said playfully.

"Not before marriage, Furkan," I replied seriously.

"Come on, Izra, in America, it's so common. People even do kissing pranks here," he retorted.

"Let's see after you come back," I said, trying to change the topic.

"Love you, bye," Furkan said.

"Love you too, bye," I replied before hanging up.

I fell asleep happily, looking forward to meeting Furkan the next day. I was counting every minute and second until his arrival.

The next day when I woke up, I got changed and headed to the office. I was excited that it was my first day of work. When I reached the office, I went straight to Sir's office. When I knocked on the door, a voice called out, "Come in." I entered the room, and Mr. Sheikh was working on a file with a man sitting in front of him. However, his back was facing me.

"Good morning sir." I said with a smile. He look at me and smile, "Good morning Izra, please come in, that's my son and that's Izra our new assistant."

He turned to look at me and I was shocked looking at the person in front of me. He was slightly shock at first but soon his shock turned into a smirk.

I was in complete shock. What had just happened? He was my boss's son, and now he's my new boss. The one I had slapped yesterday. I was certain he would never forgive me. As I stood there, I could see a smirk forming on his face, warning me of his intentions. Terrified, I did as he asked, opening the file and began working on it.

An hour later, I finished the report and approached his office, knocking gently. He called out, "Come in." Stepping inside, I nervously placed the file on his desk and mumbled, "Sir, here is the report you asked for." He didn't spare me a single glance as he continued working on his computer. Pointing towards a stack of files, he said in a dismissive tone, "Also, make reports for these and give them to me before you leave."

I glanced at the files, and there were four of them. My eyes darted back to his face, and I hesitantly said, "Sir, all four?" He glared at me, his eyes piercing through me, and sneered, "Is there a problem with that?" Trembling, I shook my head, stammering, "No, Sir, no problem."

Then I mustered the courage to add, "Actually, Sir, I have to leave at 5 o'clock, it's an urgent matter." His expression twisted into a devilish smile, and he said sadistically, "Well, you can leave at 5, sweetheart, but don't bother showing up tomorrow. Four reports, one mistake, and you're fired."

He's such a heartless jerk. I gathered the files and hurriedly left his office. Glancing at the clock, I realized there was no way I could make it home with him still here. I took a deep breath, cleared my head, and began immersing myself in my work.

As the clock neared 5 o'clock, everyone else had left the office. It was just him and me. Still engrossed in my tasks like a determined fool, I finished everything by 6 o'clock. Carrying the completed files, I walked back to his office and announced, "Um, Sir, the files are done." He nodded dismissively and said, "Okay, get lost."

How could he be so cruel? I seethed with anger, turned on my heels, and left for home. That man was insufferable, shameless, and utterly clueless about how to treat a woman.

When I arrived home, I was livid, but then I heard a voice that was like music to my ears.

"Yes, I took care of myself there. I may not be smart, but my body is healthy," I heard someone say. I headed inside the room and exclaimed loudly, "Asslam o Alikum!" Everyone turned to look at me, but when our eyes met, there was a sparkle in his eyes. I entered the room, and he stood up, saying, "Walikum Aslam Izra, how are you?"

I nodded and replied, "I am good. How are you, Furkan?" He was about to respond when my aunt interjected, "Brother, you should call him brother."

Furkan glanced at his mother and said, "No, Mom, Furkan is just fine. I am only two years older than her, and the name seems more friendly."

I realized that my aunt was not happy with me being there at the moment, so I quickly said, "I should go change." I headed towards my room, and my sister Shiza hugged me. "Api, did you see? Furkan is here. He is so handsome," she gushed. I smiled and replied, "Yes, I noticed." I went to my cupboard, but just as I was about to change my clothes, my aunt walked into the room.