THE SHOW GIRL +18 (Secret Mission!)

Chameleon;

After the shower, the soothing warmth left on my skin was indescribable.

After all those adrenaline-filled moments, my body had calmed down, yet the vibrations deep within my womanhood still lingered. The rhythmic tremors in my loins, at the very core of me, were so strong they surprised even me. Each time I remembered the heat of Emir’s body and the intensity of that moment, my face flushed, and I found myself giggling foolishly, unable to stop.

Wrapping the towel around my body and combing through my hair with my fingers, I stepped out of the bathroom. For a brief moment, our eyes locked. Emir was sitting in the armchair, fully dressed. His right foot tapped the floor rhythmically with irritation, while he drew deep puffs from his cigar, grumbling into the air.

I froze, studying him. His gloomy gaze and the oppressive aura radiating from him shattered all the calm I had just felt. Confused by this tension, I arched a brow and gave him a questioning look.

He waved the bedsheet in his hand toward me in anger. The darkness in his eyes was the herald of a storm.

“What were you planning when you did this!? Tell me, what’s your excuse? Take responsibility and marry me? What kind of filthy game is this, Alev!”

I took a deep breath, crossed my arms over my chest, and took a step toward him, trying to maintain my composure.

“Well then, what will you do? If I were to say, ‘Take responsibility, marry me’ what now, Emir? Will you marry me?” I said with a mocking smile.

The rage in his eyes deepened into a dark whirlpool.

“You planned this, didn’t you?” he asked, his voice as cold as a trembling threat.

I tilted my head and let out a bitter laugh.

“Really? If someone did this to you, would you actually marry them? Are you sure you’re the king of the mafia world? Because only a naïve child would act like that. I desired you, it happened, that’s all! What is this nonsense, Emir? Do you get a ‘certificate of virginity’ for every woman you sleep with? Sorry, I must have missed that part during my ‘s*x application,’” I snapped. My voice rose, both furious and defiant.

Emir threw his head back, glaring at the ceiling in anger. His breaths came sharp and ragged.

“Stop mocking me and get out! Never come before me again!” he shouted, slamming the door as he left.

I stood frozen in the room for a while, breathless. Inside me, anger, shame, and stubbornness tangled into one. If there was a sin, it belonged to both of us. So why were all the accusations thrown onto my shoulders? On the contrary, Emir was the one sulking like a child, as if everything were a crime and he was the one guilty of them all. But why did he feel this way?

Quickly, I dressed and left the room. In the elevator, my wet hair drew attention. It wasn’t hard to feel the stares of the people around me. Most likely, they were thinking, “Emir Kara’s new woman, used and discarded.”

God, the shame gnawed at me. But I wouldn’t forget! Emir Kara, you will pay for this humiliation!

As soon as I exited the plaza, a luxury car pulled up in front of me. Its doors opened in perfect sync, and two large bodyguards stepped out with military precision, politely holding the door open for me. My initial surprise quickly turned into anger.

“What is this supposed to be?!” I snapped, frowning.

“Ma’am, Mr. Emir asked us to escort you,” one of them explained, bowing slightly in formal respect. His voice was obedient yet cautious.

I fixed my eyes on him with sharp defiance, my voice hissing with rage and sarcasm.

“Go tell your troubled, psychotic, deranged boss this: even if he were burning in hell and begged me for a drop of water, I wouldn’t give him any. And I will never take a single thing from him, understood?!”

The men glanced at each other, then silently stepped back. I quickly hailed a taxi approaching from across the street. The driver braked sharply in front of me. Without hesitation, I jumped in. “Go, get me out of here, now,” I ordered, without looking back for even a second.

When I arrived home, I was utterly exhausted. It felt as though I had fallen from the sky and all my energy had been drained in an instant. The beautiful moments I had experienced in those few hours had been shattered by Emir’s presence, leaving me feeling as if I had fallen from the edge of a cliff. I couldn’t understand what was wrong with that man.

Collapsing onto the couch, the peaceful atmosphere of my home wrapped around me instantly. The soft cushions embraced my body, while a faint scent of vanilla filled the air. The dim light filtering through the lamp behind me cast a warm calm across the room. For a while, I lay still with my eyes closed, letting the serenity of home envelop me. Gentle music played as the breeze softly stirred the curtains.

Just then, a notification lit up my phone screen. I glanced at it out of the corner of my eye and froze at the name: Bora was calling.

When I answered, Bora’s cheerful voice practically burst through the speaker.

“Hello, prosecutor! How are you?” he said energetically.

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help smiling faintly. Bora was, as always, in high spirits.

“Speak, Bora,” I said.

“Oww, hello prosecutor! You sound drained, who sucked the life out of you like this?” he teased, mixing sarcasm with his usual familiarity.

I let out a deep breath, laughing lightly. He wasn’t wrong Emir had filled me with ecstasy, then drained me to the bone.

“Don’t ask, I wrestled with a vampire today,” I said, my voice carrying a trace of exhaustion.

“Oh, prosecutor,” Bora replied, almost bursting into laughter. “Saving the world again, are we? Bravo!”

“I suppose so,” I said with a smile. “So, why did you call, Bora?”

“Well…” he began, his tone briefly turning serious, though only for a second. “Word is, there’s a wine-obsessed woman who nearly worked herself to death today. The entire police department decided to send me as reinforcements. If you’d open the door, I wouldn’t freeze to death out here. What do you say?”

I rolled my eyes, this time more sharply. “Bora, have you seriously been rambling outside my door this whole time?!” I grumbled.

Sighing, I got up and walked to the door. “Ugh, fine, I’m opening it. Come in,” I said with an involuntary smile.

When I opened the door, Bora stood there with a mischievous grin. Waving a small bottle of wine in his hand, he declared, “I brought an emergency kit for exhaustion,” as if it were the most important mission in the world. Shaking my head, I motioned for him to come in.

“Alright, come inside, you fool.”

Bora stepped in eagerly, as though he’d been waiting all day. Taking off his coat, he added, “Prosecutor, I couldn’t let you enjoy such a fine wine all by yourself. That would be a crime,” he said, struggling to suppress his laughter.

“A crime? The only crime here is how much you ramble and tire me,” I said, though I couldn’t hide the faint smile on my lips.

Bora set the wine bottle on the kitchen counter. “Come on, let’s prepare something. Otherwise, after your exhaustion, you’ll faint from hunger too.”

Shrugging, I replied, “Alright, let’s see what we can find,” and opened the fridge. I pulled out cheese, olives, a few fruits, and some nuts, placing them on the counter. Bora immediately got to work, arranging the plates while cracking jokes.

“Do you know the secret of these olives?” he asked with a mock-serious expression.

“Don’t you dare say something stupid again,” I warned, narrowing my eyes.

“No, no, I’m serious this time,” he insisted, though his grin betrayed him.

“These olives are the secret to happiness. Eat a few, and all your stress disappears.”

“Bora, if I could get rid of all my stress with an olive, you wouldn’t even be here right now,” I retorted.

After we finished, we headed out to the balcony. Bora lit a few candles, casting a soft glow. We set up a small table in the corner, laying out the wine, glasses, and appetizers. The air was cool, but the gentle breeze was comforting.

Bora leaned back in his chair, raising his glass. “To this evening: to our wine-loving prosecutor and her stubborn but irresistible spirit,” he toasted, his mischievous grin intact.

Smiling, I lifted my glass. “And to Bora, who’s turned talking nonsense into a hobby,” I said.

After our first sips, the conversation grew deeper. We drifted into talks about life’s complexities, past memories, and dreams. The dim light of the candles and the distant hum of the city made the atmosphere even more intimate.

“You know,” Bora said, setting his glass on the table, “sometimes you have to stop and enjoy life. You push yourself too hard, prosecutor. You need to nourish your soul.”

Taking a deep breath, I gazed out at the city from the balcony. Life wasn’t as simple as Bora made it sound, but talking to him did feel good. “Maybe you’re right,” I admitted with a small smile. “I have to admit, this feels good right now.”

Bora raised his glass again, winking. “Then let’s enjoy this evening.”

“I think we should,” I agreed, lifting my own glass. Just then, a notification sounded from my phone. Startled, I reached for it on the table. A new message had arrived. It was on Alev’s line, but the number was unknown. Frowning, I felt a knot tighten in my chest. Something was wrong.

I opened the message:

‘Will you send that chameleon away from your house immediately, or should I come inside and take his corpse myself?

Emir Kara...