The Mafia's Precious Nurse

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Zeynep

I leaned my back against the door, as if I could prevent what was going to happen. I was out of breath. What had just happened?

Sibel was looking at me.

"Zeynep, are you okay?"

Was it obvious from my face?

"I ... I'm fine," I just said.

There was no point in hiding it. The caretaker had seen us. There was an obvious bulge in front of that man. He had seen that too. Worst of all, I had seen it. I felt deeply ashamed.

"Come, sit down. What's going on? Did you talk to my brother? Did he yell at you?"

"No, no, he didn't yell. The baby had fallen asleep. He laid the baby in the crib. When he sat on the couch, I sat across from him. I was playing with my hands. My body was still trembling."

The more I thought about what happened, the more I blushed.

"Tell me ..."

"I went down and knocked on the door. Then he pulled me into the room and kissed me. I swear I didn't do anything. He pulled me. Then he said, 'Didn't you come for this?' or something. Sibel, look ..."

"What? My brother kissed you? Wait a minute, Zeynep. And stop saying 'Ms.' Tell it step by step."

"He kissed me. Then the caretaker came, and I ran away."

She suddenly burst into laughter in front of me. Her nerves must have been shaken too. Mine were as well. Damn it, what nerves? What if he fires me? I can't leave Ece. I suddenly stood up.

"Please talk to him. Don't let him fire me. I can't leave Ece."

"Calm down. He won't fire you. It means he likes you."

"Likes me?"

"Not likes, but desires you, I mean."

"Sibel, I'm married."

"My brother has no moral standards."

"I already realized he's immoral. I said he kissed my lips."

"I'll talk to him," she said.

She was his sister. She could convince him, right?

"Take care of my dear, and don't leave here, okay? I'll talk to him tomorrow."

"Okay, thank you."

"You're welcome."

When she left the room, I watched her go. I touched my lips. It was the first time. It was a strange feeling. I had never kissed before. Worse, I liked it. I felt like a disgraceful woman. Otherwise, I wouldn't have liked being kissed by another man.

Damn it, Feyyaz didn't even brush his teeth. He would say, "Lie down," do his business, and leave. He never even once caressed my hair. I wasn't stupid. I knew women could orgasm too. After all, I had studied until the second year of high school. I had friends.

It was normal for me to enjoy the things he did to me. Yusuf Ali Ağa was a handsome man. Moreover, he was skillful. I sat on my bed, cursing my aching femininity and myself. The man used and discarded women. Was I going to be one of them? He hadn't even married a woman like Ms. Beril. He had a child out of wedlock.

I definitely had to stay away from that man. It was clear that being married or not wanting it didn't matter to him. I would take my own precautions. After all, we met today for the first time in three months. If Sibel hadn't said, "If you don't want to go to your husband, talk to my brother. He won't send you," we wouldn't have come together tonight.

We would never meet again, and that would be the end of it. I closed my eyes. So what about the caretaker? I had to talk to Sibel about him too. No one should know about this. Otherwise, very bad things could happen. Of course, I knew what could happen. I knew both Feyyaz and my brother well.

I lay down on the bed, feeling sad. How am I going to get out of this mess? Moreover, I could still feel the master's breath. My God, what's happening to me? Have I gone mad, losing my mind over a kiss?

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Yusuf Ali

"Get ready. Kenan Karahanlı is coming tonight."

"Of course, sir."

"Hikmet, I suppose I don't need to say, if I hear about what happened last night from somewhere ..."

"I didn't see anything, sir."

"You may go."

"But I did see."

"Oh, here comes the troublemaker again. What do you want?"

"Stay away from Zeynep."

"Who is Zeynep?"

"You don't even know the names of the women you want to take to your bed, do you? What have you become?"

"Look, for me, a woman's name, age, or who she is doesn't matter. What matters is that she's a woman and I want her."

"That's disgusting."

"You've said that many times before. Anything else?"

"Stay away from your daughter's wet nurse. Have enough self-control, that's enough."

"She came to my room herself. So, she told you immediately."

"I sent her to talk to you."

"You made a mistake."

"I can understand her."

He got closer.

"Brother, dear, look, Beril doesn't even come near the girl. You see her for two minutes once a day. That woman really loves Ece. Please don't ruin this."

"Brother, dear, no one truly loves anyone. Understand this already. I pay her more than I pay a regular employee. Of course, she wouldn't want to leave."

"She doesn't have a penny to her name. You don't know her."

Sibel was always this way. If she loved someone, she'd be blind to everything else. I looked at her angrily.

"Her husband takes all the money. The salary isn't even paid to her. Moreover, she's lost her child and loves Ece like her own. I love her too. You need to stay away from her, and I don't want her heart to be broken."

"Why did you send her to my room?"

I didn't want to argue about this with Sibel. I had to wait until I saw the girl's true face. That's how life was. If you were rich and noble, people would put on such performances to win you over, they couldn't find an award big enough to give you an Oscar. When you're rich, people love your money, not you. Unfortunately, that's how this world was.

"She doesn't want to see her husband. She was going to ask you not to send her away."

I was really fed up with her problems.

"She showed up at our door claiming to be his wife. What can we do if the police come? She's the man's wife. How can she not want to go?"

"In this city, no one comes to your door with the police. If you don't want them, you don't send anyone. For me, please."

"I'll see."

She hugged my neck, saying, "My dear brother." She was always over the top with everything, just like she exaggerated love.

"I didn't say okay. I said we'll see."

"I can't believe it, my hero. Alright, I'm off," she said, leaving the room. I called out to the steward waiting at the door.

"Mr. Hikmet."

"Yes, Ağa."

"Look into that wet nurse. I want to know everything, do you understand me? Everything ..."

"Of course, sir."

The preparations for the evening were complete. I was now focused on work. Kenan was my friend. His father was the biggest arms smuggler at the table. I had control over the Middle East. That's why we had done a lot of business. We were somewhat considered partners. My father and he had learned not to interfere with each other over time. The baron was still alive, but he had practically handed over the business to Kenan. He just still sat at the table.

He was coming to discuss a significant issue. I was genuinely curious about the topic. When I saw him at the door, I thought we would find out soon. The man who got out of the car approached me. He was a cheerful man, unlike me. He loved to joke.

"Oooo, the master has gone to such lengths to come here. I could have come to you."

"You fool," I said, hugging him. He always made fun of my father for being a landowner. He was still surprised that my father's word held sway here and that the old order remained.

"I've missed you too."

"I didn't miss you," I said, leading him inside.

"You've broken my heart."

"Did you even have a heart?"

"I do, but I don't know who has it right now," he said.

There was a clear difference between us. Kenan was a flirt who loved playing games with women. I, however, was straightforward. I preferred going straight to bed with women. Nothing else mattered to me. Talking, having fun, dancing—none of these were for me. They only served a purpose. I couldn't even pretend to get women into bed. The end result was all that mattered to me. I would never be with a woman who expected such things.

"The table is ready. If you want, we can go there," I said.

"Actually, if you don't mind, I'd like to rest for a bit."

"So you're getting old, huh? It's no problem. Hikmet will show you to your room."

"The big city can really tire a man out. Tomorrow's going to be a long day. I need to rest," he said.

"Alright," I said, as Hikmet came immediately to take care of Kenan.

"Sir, there's a file on the table—the one you asked for this morning."

"Alright, take care of our guest," I said. I had actually forgotten, but when Hikmet mentioned it, I became alert again.

On my way to the library, I adjusted the front of my pants. When Sibel said it was forbidden, my desire was even more spurred. As if my longing for the girl wasn't already enough. The fool was looking at the situation from completely the wrong angle. One night would actually be enough to get it out of my mind. A long, solitary night ...

I picked up the file from the table and began to examine it. The girl's parents had died. She was living with her brother. There were three siblings. She left high school at fifteen and got married the year her father died. I couldn't believe her age when I saw it in the file. She looked young, but I thought it was just her appearance. She was twenty-one, the same age as Sibel. I didn't like this one bit. There was a nine-year age gap between us.

Her last name was different from her husband's. This was another thing that caught my attention. I raised an eyebrow in curiosity. What could this mean? I decided to put the file in the safe and go see the girl. After all, there was an important question to ask. I arrived at Ece's room. The woman was living here. I had never been to this room before.

I opened the door without bothering to knock. After all, it was my house. She was alone, breastfeeding the baby. The baby was latched onto her large, milk-white breast. Ah, child, how lucky you are.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, turning around in surprise. I closed the door, noticing the lock. I liked that. I locked it.

"This is my house."

"But you can't just barge in like that."

"But I did. Sit down and keep breastfeeding."

"Please, just leave ..."

"If you don't want to leave, then sit and breastfeed."

The woman, already red, blushed even more. She was at a loss for words. She was quite good at it, but I understood. She glared at me. The baby seemed content. How could it not be? It was in a cozy spot.

"Why don't you use your husband's last name? Officially, you're still single."

"Why do you want to know?"

"I want to know the woman taking care of my daughter. Maybe I'll fire you."

Her eyes widened in shock.

"I swear, my husband Feyyaz didn't have an official marriage with me. It's not my fault. They said a religious marriage was enough. That's why my surname hasn't changed."

"Was it because you got married before you were of legal age?"

"I don't know. My mother-in-law said, 'Who even has a civil marriage? Why should you?' They didn't want it."

"I see."

I almost smirked. If only I remembered how to smile. I looked at the delicate, beautiful, and sexy woman standing before me. As she spoke, my eyes were drawn to her mouth. I imagined it happening quickly. I was aroused by this thought. I wanted her to feel this desire. I couldn't take my eyes off her lips.

"Huh ... lips ... What did you say?"

I cleared my throat and composed myself.

"You're not going to send me away, are you?"

"That depends on you."

"How?"

"From now on, you'll stay in this house, little sparrow. Your innocent eyes and hands will wander over me, touching me. Your hair will grace my bed. In other words, you will be my mistress. That's my decision."