_Was last night fun?
She shyly sent the text to Alp Arslan and lay face down on the bed.
She still felt a little pain.
Alp Arslan was exactly as she had imagined!
Seriously,a bomb of excitement mixed with roughness.
When her text arrived,it stunned Dilara:
_(It wasn't bad.I'll be waiting for you tomorrow.)
Not bad?! With all her inexperience, she had tried her best, but this man seemed to have a lot of experience…
Experience with women who weren't as clueless as 17-year-old Dilara.
For a second, she was scared.
She had become infatuated with that man.
In Dilara's eyes, Alp Arslan's frown, seriousness, and rough demeanor made him the most attractive man she had ever seen.
She typed hesitantly:
_ I can't come back-to-back. My dad (Haj Baba) will get suspicious.
She paused for a second and sent another message:
_ I'm in pain.
He replied shortly:
_ Come. You'll feel better.
Dilara wrote something unrelated:
_ Will you give me your Instagram ID?
She knew well she wasn't Alp Arslan's only experience!
The son of Haj Malek-shahan,who until two months ago was studying in America and owned the big club Black Star, had surely tried out the dancers from his own club before anyone else!
_ Why?
Dilara typed with naivety:
_Aren't we engaged now?
_ boy friend (in English)
_ What does 'boy friend' mean?!
_ You're my girlfriend.
She wished now that he had taken everything from her, he would at least promise to stay.
Dilara yook a deep breath and called his number.
She knew his phone was near,but Alp Arslan let her wait thoroughly before his deep voice echoed in Dilara's ear:
_ Speak.
She whispered softly:
_ Alp Arslan?
He didn't answer her.
Dilara,placing her hand under her stomach to ease the pain, asked with furrowed brows:
_ Am I... am I considered your wife now?
He laughed! Dilara couldn't believe it, but Alp Arslan laughed at her words!
He had mocked her!:
_ My wife?!
_ Yeah, we last night... I mean we... I with you...
Irritated, he cut off Dilara's sentence:
_ We had sex! You wanted it, I wanted it! You're my girlfriend. You had bad luck it was your first time. Now what's the problem? What kind of talk is 'considered my wife'?!
Dilara, on the verge of tears, fidgeted with the edge of her clothes:
_ Nothing.
_ Look, Delroba (my charmer).
Dilara's sob burst out:
_ My name is Dilara!
_ Whatever.
_ Last night you kept calling me Delroba, once you called me Delnaz, and when you woke me up in the morning you said 'Get up, put your clothes on, you have to go, my Dilaram!'
Arslan nervously took a drag.
It wasn't his fault.
He couldn't remember the girl's name!:
_ Is that why you were crying?
_ No... it's just, I was in pain.
_ I'll tell my driver to pick you up tomorrow night. Tell your family you're staying at your friend's place.
Before that night, he didn't want her, but it seemed some things had changed now.
She bit her lip.
Had he started to like Dilara?!
She whispered softly:
_ Have you ever even thought about marriage?