A Baby for the Billionaire

22

KEREM

"I told you she was going to take a while, she's like that, disrespectful. She doesn't care about time or the lives of others, she's a psychopath" I tell Elijah while he smokes a green cigar against the open window of my room.

"You still can't believe that her things are in this place, under other circumstances she would never have intended it. This time I shouldn't have allowed it either, much less for a person like that rude and sick girl like Juliet. Just thinking about her I already feel that I hate her, and the worst thing is that she knows it, behaving in such a way that we must get along even worse."

"Calm down, man. You know that it amuses her that you behave that way, it wouldn't have to be something that hurts you."

"Not at all, nothing that comes from her would harm me!"

I undo the first button on my shirt, but then I do it again, adjusting my tie around my neck.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asks me, throwing away what remains of the cigar and turns in my direction.

"What I want to do, but she manages to limit me and you know how much it bothers me when people play with my limits."

He raises an eyebrow and approaches me.

"I mean this."

He grabs my tie, loosens it, and pulls it in its own direction until the knot is undone before he strangles me.

He ends up pulling it out and undoes the top three buttons on my shirt.

"That's right," he declares.

"What kind of person do you think I am?"

"The kind of man who goes to a nightclub for a party."

"It won't even look like I'm one of the investors."

"You are thirty years old."

"That's why. The average of the majority of our hierarchy is around fifty at least, you know that you are trying to anchor where they belong. I'm not like the others."

"Of course, you are unique and special."

I push him back and turn to the mirror.

I look at my reflection and I fasten one of the three buttons that he has opened and I take a jacket, although I discard it to go in search of a leather jacket. It is to dress not like the one of the rockers who go out for a ride on a motorcycle."

"Put on some perfume and fix your hair, you smell green. I will say that I don't know you, that we picked you up from the street, and we don't know where you came from or why you got me into the club."

"I will show my identification that we belong to the same firm."

"Don't forget that I am your superior."

He lets out a laugh, looks at a message he has on his mobile and adds:

"Come on. The girls are downstairs."

As I put on perfume, I realize that something else has happened.

"And how do you know?"

"She wrote to me."

"The governess?"

"Stop using that word, we are not in the 19th century."

"But each person is given their role and their name. Well, did she write to you?"

"I'm not interested in Thammy. I like Juliet."

"What?"

We leave the room and get into the glass elevator. You can see the entire main lobby of the hotel as we speak, I try to stretch the time until it's time to go downstairs."

"She wrote to me."

"You said you like her."

"She's pretty, she's a beautiful woman."

"She's my son's Turkish teacher!"

"Your son is ten months old, how are you going to have someone teach him language from such a young age, man?"

"He's eleven. Almost eleven months now. And I don't want you to keep talking to Judith."

"Sorry? Did I hear what you said right, friend?"

"Yes Elijah. And delete her number. Tell her to delete yours too."

"You're kidding? That girl is a hottie!"

"Do it or I'll forbid her to go."

"Do you like her? Do you want her for yourself?"

We reach the ground floor and the doors open.

There are the three of them, waiting for us. The governess is staying with Ali tonight so only Juliet is prepared, she looks fabulous, not only dressed formally for the occasion but also with makeup on.

Elijah is right about everything, I would swear she is one of the most beautiful American women I've ever met, and I've met many women, but she has a certain simplicity in her way of being that doesn't match her egocentrism.

Her eyes meet mine.

And I know she thinks the same as me.

She is so beautiful.

She likes me.

She doesn't take her gaze off of mine.

And the sparks fly.

Elijah's voice remains resounding in my head while a horrible pang of guilt sticks in my heart, in the deep wound that Zara's departure has left to manage to dig hard there until I start to bleed more.

His words echo as I bleed more than ever since she left without turning back.

"Do you like her? Do you want her for yourself?"

"Mr. Deniz," she tells me with her fine, defiant, sure voice. She talks to me and I'm stupid. "Elijah" she then looks at him.

"Hello, beautiful," greets my friend.

He kisses Thammy and then Juliet. Seeing them so close manages to start sparks inside me, as if adding fuel to the fire that burns inside me.

Of course I won't kiss either of them, maybe my son, but it's not in my nature to do so.

This must not happen.

It shouldn't happen to me.

The anger is getting bigger and bigger and I can't believe how this makes me feel the horrible things I do.

In a hurry I want to separate them immediately and avoid contact between them, I intervene and warn them:

"We're leaving now. It's getting late."