A Doll for the Boss

I finished my coffee, Omer's attitude had caught me off guard. What could have happened?

As I walked down the street, I kept my head down, but my body felt a strange shiver. A scent invaded my senses, and I lifted my head to see Serkan standing there, his body resting against the car door. He was wearing one of his beautiful dark blue suits, his hands and legs crossed in a calm manner, which was a lie because he was anything but calm.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

"So, here you are," he says seriously.

"Serkan," I whispered, still surprised. How did he find me?

"I told you I would find you. Whenever you leave, I know where you are. We are connected. I try to give you your space, but you can't be without me because you do crazy things. I know you've been here for two hours, that's why I sent the email. We need to talk, so get in the car," he says with a sad smile, although I doubted it. This man was a demon.

"Aren't you going to say anything?" he asks, still smiling.

"I must leave as I came. I don't need you to take me home like a prisoner. Good evening, Mr. Ferner," I say, starting to walk away as fast as I can.

"Samantha, please wait! Let me take you home, even if you want to go alone. You know I'll never stop trying, do you understand? It will be worse when we're alone."

"STOP, SERKAN, PLEASE! Let me breathe, understand that I need space. We didn't even have a normal courtship, give me a chance, please. You're suffocating me."

"I understand, but please understand me too. I need to see you, to have you. Get in the car!"

What was he saying? Everyone leaving their work was watching the scene.

Before I had a chance to answer, I felt a terrible pain in my belly that made me fall to my knees on the street.

"MY BABY, IT HURTS!" I scream in pain.

In a matter of seconds, he is by my side.

"Love, what's wrong?"

"Serkan, take me to the clinic. Take my phone from my purse and call Doctor Beron," I say, closing my eyes. I was tired.

Serkan:

It had been three months since I married her, starting my revenge. I wouldn't let the opportunity pass; I would kill two birds with one stone. But Omer was getting in my way. This was the last thing I needed! He had to show up and ruin everything. My grandfather was more than pleased with this union, and my father had me on the verge of a breakdown, insisting that I execute the plan. But I didn't know why I was so attached to that woman. That child wasn't even mine, or maybe it was. I desperately wished that he carried my blood. I didn't want to hurt her; she seemed so sweet and innocent. She was a good actress.

I had started drinking every day and night. Today, like the previous days, I found myself drinking early in a rundown bar. I wanted to vent my anger and frustration on anyone. I had gotten into a few fights, and the press was destroying me, but everything could be fixed with money. I just wanted her out of my head. Who was I kidding? I just wanted to see her, to sleep by her side. Her fragrance was ingrained in my skin like my own flesh.

One of the bodyguards I had hired to follow her called me to inform me that she was with him, with that man. So, like an alpha male, I called her, but she hung up on me.

This was my first bottle when a hand touched my shoulder, catching my attention. I didn't think anyone would recognize me. It was true that I was wearing an expensive suit, but I never visited these shady places. I was so stressed that any den of thugs would do.

I turned to look at the owner of that arm. "Serkan, you have to come with me," he said seriously.

"I don't want to, leave me alone. You really have no shame," I say, taking a sip from my glass.

"I don't care what you want. I didn't come for you because I wanted to. Your grandfather told me you were here."

"I don't care what you have to say, Omer, leave me alone," I say, pushing his hand away.

"Serkan, please, we need to talk."

"I don't want to listen to you. I don't need sermons or lies. You're meddling where you don't belong. If my grandfather sent you to persuade me, tell him to fuck off, tell him to shove his beautiful company up his ass. I'm not interested in anything else but her. I don't want to hurt her anymore," I say, slurring my words.

"It's about her that I'm here to talk to you. Bartender, give me another drink," Omer says, sitting down.

"She rejected you?" I ask, hoping.

"No, Serkan."

"FUCK!" I say, punching the table and breaking my glass.

"You have to calm down. You're a bundle of instability, this is not who you are. This is not the man she deserves, that's why I want you to let her go. She loves me," he says calmly as the bartender cleans up the shattered glass. "You're wearing me out with your facade of a good man. Leave, you forget that I know you," I say, lowering my head.

"Brother, you know it's the truth. You don't deserve her. She's in love with me," Omer says angrily.

"Tell her the truth and see how she reacts. You're no better a person than me. This is a damn business I didn't want to be a part of."

"What do you mean, a business?"

"It's a long story, and I don't want to talk about it, so please leave, peacefully."

"I'm not leaving. I haven't finished talking to you."

"But I have," I say, getting up from the chair.

"Serkan, I haven't seen her since that day. I told you I would stay out of it, but I'm worried."

"Damn it, stop lying. You were with her a few hours ago," I say, shouting.

"You wouldn't let me speak," he says calmly.

"I'm leaving. My wife is waiting for me. For your own good, stay away from her, or I will destroy you."

I drove quickly, ignoring traffic lights. I wanted to get there before she left and take her home. I stood outside the establishment, with my arms crossed and leaning against the car. I wanted to see her come out. Even if I had to stand here all night, suddenly the sound of the door opening makes me turn my gaze forward, and there she is, with her beautiful coat. Her hair is loose, she looks gorgeous. What caught my attention the most is that her hands are protecting her nonexistent baby bump. There was my little one.

We have a little argument, as strange as it may seem, and she falls to the ground, asking for my help. I'm crazy with fear, I didn't want to lose her.

I start asking for help, shouting as loud as I can, causing several pedestrians to stop and assist. But I see only the bodyguards rushing to the place where we are. One of them helps me bring the car while I carefully lift her and place her on my lap. She's in tears, we're all nervous. I search her mobile phone and find Dr. Beron's number, so I call her.

"Good evening, Samantha," the doctor says politely.

"Good evening, Doctor. I'm Samantha's husband. We were walking and suddenly she felt a pain in her belly, she fainted, and she lost consciousness. What should we do?" I ask, scared.

"Take her to my clinic, I'll send you the address."

After ten minutes, we're on the way to the clinic. Sam's pulse is very low. I had understood that I only brought misfortune to her life. Every time she was by my side, something bad happened. I would wait for her to wake up to see her reaction. If she didn't want me around, I would leave definitively, but I would fight for shared custody because this child was mine. He had to be mine.