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And if that’s not enough drama for you, let me throw in one more little titbit. Meg Martin arrived in Istanbul with Kaan to attend the wedding and Miz Martin just so happens to be the bride-to-be’s best friend.
It’s all starting to feel a little Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon in here, don’t you agree?
I’m Pippa Ellis, and this is Fame and No-sense.
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Kaan refused to behave himself during the taxi ride to meet Ginny and Aydin’s friends. He spent the ride kissing along my collarbone, my shoulder, and my ear, each kiss sending shivers of anticipation racing through my body.
“Give me your lips.” His voice is a harsh rasp near my ear. I sigh and open my mouth willingly.
There is nothing in the world like kissing this man, his tongue plunging inside my mouth, stroking hungrily, taking but also giving. I’ve been denying my attraction to him, so in this moment, it feels like the first time he’s ever kissed me. Every nerve in my body bursts into flames as his hand finds its way to my thigh, gently stroking, until it disappears under the hem of my skirt. I glance at the driver, relieved to see his eyes are firmly on the road. I squirm as Kaan’s fingers reach my inner thigh. Holding back a gasp, his fingers slip under the elastic of my panties. His lips return to my ear, nibbling lightly before murmuring, “You are so wet... so ready for me.”
All in, Meg, all in. I gasp as his finger slides along my folds. “Always.”
By the time we arrive at the jetty, my panties are in Kaan’s pocket and I’m more than a little wobbly on my feet. He slides an arm around my waist as we meet Ginny and Aydin, who are standing beside an enormous boat. “We’re going on that?”
Aydin nods. “It’s my cousin’s, Deniz’s, boat.”
I glance nervously at the gangplank ahead, fully aware of the challenge it poses while wearing stiletto heels. “I'm going to trip and fall.”
“Just stick with me.” Ginny takes my hand and I cautiously make my way up the gangplank and step onto the bustling main deck. She guides me to a table occupied by a stunning group of individuals, completely engrossed in their lively conversations.
Eager to make introductions, she claps her hands to grab their attention. The table quiets down, and all eyes turn towards us. “Everyone,” Ginny announces with enthusiasm, “I want you to meet my absolute best friend in the world, Meg, and her, um, companion, Kaan.”
The table momentarily falls silent as the gazes fixate on Kaan. Then, breaking the silence, one of the men extends a friendly greeting. “Nice to meet you, mate!” he calls out, and the lively chatter resumes as if uninterrupted.
Rock star, smock star!
Apart from Ginny's friend, Leyla, the rest of the group seems unfazed by the presence of a celebrity in their midst. It's not entirely surprising considering Aydin, the groom himself, is a celebrity himself, and his ex-wife happens to be a Hollywood A-lister who is currently dating some bit-coin billionaire!
As the city lights twinkle and the boat glides along the Bosphorus, Ginny introduces each person at the table. The names quickly become a blur, and I’m grateful when Leyla joins me, pulling out a chair. A long glass containing a smoky white drink is placed in my hand.
“Have you ever seen such a gathering of handsome men?” Leyla remarks, her gaze directed towards Kaan, Aydin, and Aydin's cousin, Deniz. And I can't help but agree with her.
We both steal a glance at Kaan and burst into laughter. He's surrounded by people, shaking hands with men in sharp suits and posing for selfies with stunning women, whose touch lingers a bit too long. I stand corrected. Kaan's celebrity status is certainly acknowledged, but this group are simply better at concealing their awe.
“You should go rescue him, Meg.”
I divert my attention from the shameless flirting happening across the deck and take a whiff of the creamy-white concoction in my glass. “He seems to be enjoying himself.”
I can see that he isn’t.
Kaan wears an uncomfortable smile as a woman, clad in a slinky gold dress with outrageously inflated cleavage that could probably carry her all the way to Greece, whispers something in his ear. His eyes meet mine, pleading for assistance. I shrug with a playful grin and raise my glass, mouthing, “Good luck,” as yet another woman sets her sights on him.
“Aren’t you jealous?”
I know better than to be jealous, but HELL YES, I’m jealous.
“Of what? Kaan being Kaan?”
I want toss Boobie Barbie overboard.
“You're a stronger woman than I am,” Leyla says, her eyes gleaming as she bursts into laughter. “I wouldn't let that man out of my sight.”
Ginny raises her glass of frosty concoction. “No regrets!”
“No regrets.” I clink my glass against hers before taking a sip of the mysterious misty drink. “Wow! This really packs a punch.”
