Love On The Sidelines - Kenan Yildiz

Chapter 13

Ela

He continued to send me gifts, sometimes delivering them himself, inviting himself in and me sending him right back out the door.

The whole thing was heartwarming and funny at the same time. What else could I do to make him give up? His big challenge is still there, he isn't going to succeed.

I take a water bottle out of the fridge in the kitchen of our office and walk back towards my desk. Rana and Orkun extended their honeymoon, making me fear that it's going to turn it into a babymoon.

I hear voices come through the entrance of the building and I furrow my brows, trying to find out who it could be. Then I hear his laugh.

My eyes grow like saucers as I hurry down the hall and hide in my office behind my screen, making myself small. What the hell?

"Excuse me, have you seen Enzo?" It's Kenan. Without looking up I answer hurriedly, "he's in the next room," I point my finger to the left wall.

"Thank you." He says. I wait a few seconds before leaning back in my seat with a sigh.

"But I'm glad I found you," I look up in shock, he didn't leave?

"What are you doing here?" I ask the most illogical question known to mankind in panic as he chuckles. "Just came to visit you, practice is over."

I notice his damp hair, probably from the shower and my eyes trail down, checking him out. He walks over to my desk, rounds it and sits down on top of it.

I remember his words about how he knew for a long time that I worked here and ask him, "did you really know all this time that I was here everyday just like you?"

He nods, his eyes bright. "I did, though it hurts me that you didn't."

I squint my eyes at him, "serves you right."

He lets out a chuckle and I bite my smile down. Deciding to poke fun at him I ask, "found a way to solve your challenge yet?"

Surprisingly he nods, his smile never faltering, "Actually, I do. But I'm not gonna tell you what it is, you're going to see soon."

"You seem to be taking your time for someone who eagerly wanted to be with me," I taunt him. He starts to play with my pen, clicking it. "Can't do anything half-assed, you gotta be a little patient. Hey, am I tripping or are you eager for me to win you back?" This time he squints his eyes at me playfully and I scoff, "just eager to see you fail is all."

"That's not gonna happen, anyway, close your eyes." I look at him sceptically, he rolls his eyes, "trust me," I counter back, "famous last words."

I close my eyes and wait for his surprise, a box is lain in my lap and I open my eyes, "where'd you get this?" I ask him.

"Left it by the entrance." He says as he urges me to open it. "You've got to stop with these," I mutter as I open the lid of the box and push the paper to the side. I see a dustbag in the middle, hiding the actual contents, my eyes however, drift towards the Chanel label and I gasp, "shut up."

Kenan chuckles and I look up, "Kenan, I can't. Are you mad?"

He frowns and opens the dustbag and retrieves a bag from inside, "yes you can and you will. I told you, Ela. I'm going to spoil you for the rest of my life."

He takes out the beautiful black leather purse and my hand goes to my agape mouth.

Shut up I continue to mutter under my breath as he hands me the beauty.

"I know how you love fashion and I thought you should have it in your closet." I contemplate whether to just thank him with words or hug him. But the endorphins make me jump into his arms, he opens his arms and catches me, closing them around me.

"Thank you, Kenan. It's so pretty."

"Anything to see your smile." I step back but he doesn't take his arms off me. "How about a little kiss on the cheek," he cheekily asks me as he juts out his cheek and I push it away, "you wish."

The days after he gets me the same bag in all its colors. I feel bad for emptying his pockets but he's getting them, not me. That makes me feel less guilty.

At the end of the week I get a text by an unknown number.

unknown: Tomorrow at seven pm I'm picking you up.

I furrow my brows and text back: who is this?

unknown: Kenan

My brows raise, how did he get my number and I ask him that through text message.

Kenan: I never deleted your number, thankfully you rarely change things like these.

He saved my number? My heart flutters in my chest. He had to be this cute, didn't he?

I remember his initial message and send one back.

me: where are you taking me?

Kenan: taking my andromeda to where the stars align and I get to call you mine again.

The butterflies in my stomach have taken off. My cheeks hurt from smiling so hard and I look at Balthazar, "did you hear that Balthazar? He called me his andromeda and wants to call me his again. He will succeed." In my heart of hearts I know that he will win me back.

But am I ready? I gave him this challenge so he'd back off, it's impossible for stars to align. I didn't forget about all the headlines and pictures, the one of his necklace never leaving my memories.

The picture was pixelated once you zoomed in on the locket, but the person in the picture had blonde hair. I'm a brunette. These thoughts sour my mood and make me angry at him again.

me: be careful, I think you've mistaken me for someone else as your andromeda, I think she has blonde hair.

I roll my eyes as I imagine the way he lies to me. "He's a liar," I tell Balthazar as I wait for his message.

Kenan: nope

Nope.

That's it?

I grumble at his laid back attitude. He is just going to ignore me, isn't he?