Hello, Kenzo

Try Again

"Merhaba," the word rang through my ears as I turned to see a man sitting beside me. However, I was too drunk to even register his presence. The loud music and dim lights of the bar had already blurred my vision and dulled my senses. I clumsily raised my glass to acknowledge his greeting, but the alcohol had taken its toll, and I could feel my sanity slipping away.

I understand a little Turkish, but I have never tried to speak it. I did not come to this country to be heard; I needed a place where no one would know me. Besides, a lot of Turkish people understand English very well, so let it be that way.

He held my hand, and immediately I felt a strange discomfort. I removed his hand from mine gently, not wanting to cause any offense. The touch had sent a shiver down my spine, a feeling of unease that I couldn't quite explain. It was as if his touch had awakened something inside me, stirring up memories and emotions that I had long buried. I needed to regain control and retreat into the safety of my thoughts.

"No! I am married!" I humbly reasoned out, my words slurring together.

He chuckled, and I felt offended! His laughter only added to the unease I was already feeling. It was a dismissive response that made me question his intentions. I couldn't understand why he found my statement amusing as if he thought my marital status was inconsequential. The discomfort grew, and I realized that I needed to distance myself from this person, as their presence was becoming increasingly unsettling.

"Sorry, husband looking for me!" I helped myself up from the chair, mustering a fake smile as I made my excuse. I couldn't bear to spend another minute in his company. I quickly grabbed my purse and made a hasty exit, feeling a sense of relief as soon as I stepped out of the room. Even though I managed so hard with my tipsy and the noise of the party, I tried to keep my composure.

I swayed slightly as I walked down the hallway, trying to regain my balance while I struggled to find Narih's room. I should have not to drink, it was a wrong move. I should have stayed in my room and avoided this whole situation.

As I finally reached Narih's door, I took a deep breath and knocked lightly, hoping she would let me in. I needed a friend to talk to and make sense of what just happened but I could it seemed that she couldn't hear me with her and Tim going all out during a snowstorm?!

"KEEP IT DOWN A LITTLE!" I banged on their door before rushing to my room but as I was about to twist the knob to open the door, I paused.

A message came to me and I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I should read it or not. But curiosity got the better of me and I quickly unlocked my phone to check. It was a text from Narih, apologizing for the noise and explaining that they were having a snowball fight in their apartment. Relief washed over me, knowing that they weren't intentionally ignoring me.

Then another message came that changed everything in just a second. It was a message from Karen. I kept my contact with her for the whole four years and this was the message I never wanted to see. It was Kenzo looking happy with Kate. F*k!

My heart sank as I stared at the image, unable to comprehend what I was seeing. Kenzo, smiling and embracing another woman. Kate, the one person I had always felt a tinge of jealousy towards, was now standing by his side, her arms wrapped tightly around him. Anger and betrayal surged through my veins, threatening to consume me.

"Well, you asked for it, stupid!" I cursed at myself and let out labored breaths to control my tears to avoid making a scene. It felt like a punch in the gut.

Breathe!

Breathe!

Breathe!

I bit my lip as I returned my phone to my small purse. "Oh yeah, I think I should start revving up my vajey again!"

I helped myself to struggle the hallway back to the bar and gladly the man was still there. Just for tonight and it wouldn't even matter as we wouldn't even understand each other.

"Merhaba," I greeted him, attempting to put on a brave face. Despite the language barrier, I needed some form of comfort. He looked at me with a puzzled expression but then offered a kind smile. In that moment, I realized that sometimes a simple gesture can speak louder than words.

The dizziness from the alcohol began to overcome me, making it harder to stand. I reached out to steady myself on the bar, but the man quickly grabbed my arm to prevent me from falling. His touch was warm and reassuring, and I felt a sense of gratitude wash over me. It didn't matter that we couldn't communicate verbally; his actions spoke volumes about his kindness and willingness to help a stranger in need. He chuckled, and those chuckles were like Kenzo's, and that made it hard for me to stop myself from kissing him.

I quickly pulled away, realizing that my emotions were running wild and that I was in a vulnerable state. The man looked at me with concern in his eyes, as if he could sense my internal struggle. I mustered a grateful smile and thanked him for his assistance, silently hoping that he understood the gratitude I couldn't express in words.

I started to walk away, as he looked like a good man, and I could not bring myself to do it with him. However, as I stepped out of the bar and was on my way back to my room, a hand pulled me, pinning me onto the wall along the dimly lit hallway. It was the same man who had just helped me moments ago. My heart raced with fear as I frantically tried to comprehend what was happening. His concerned expression had now transformed into something sinister, and I realized that my vulnerability had made me an easy target. Panic surged through my veins as I fought against his grip, desperate to escape his clutches and find safety.

I could sense the intensity in his gaze as if he could see right through me. It made me uneasy, but I dismissed my instincts, attributing them to the alcohol coursing through my veins. Little did I know that this encounter would mark the beginning of a series of events that would shake the very core of my being.

"Stella," his voice pierced through my soul, and my whole body trembled at the sound. I could feel the weight of his words—the same longing I felt for a very long time—and before I knew it, he devoured my lips as his free hand fumbled to find its place on the small of my back. At that moment, all thoughts of dismissing my instincts vanished as the intensity of our connection became undeniable. The alcohol no longer clouded my judgment; instead, it heightened my awareness of the electric energy pulsating between us.

"Sh*t! I don't care anymore!" I mumbled as his kisses went down to my neck, sending shivers down my spine. Every touch and every caress ignited a fire within me that I had never experienced before. The world around us faded away, leaving only the two of us consumed by desire. At that moment, I knew I had surrendered to the overwhelming pull of his presence. Time stood still as our bodies moved in perfect harmony, each touch fueling the flames of passion. Nothing else mattered but the intoxicating connection we shared, and I was ready to let go of all inhibitions and immerse myself in this intoxicating whirlwind of emotions.

He lifted me with a strength that both surprised and thrilled me. Our lips locked in a passionate kiss as he carried me to my room and effortlessly towards the bed, our bodies still entwined in a dance of desire. The air was electric with anticipation as he gently laid me down, his eyes never leaving mine. Every touch and every caress sent shivers of ecstasy through my body, igniting a fire within me that burned hotter with each passing moment.

He slightly pulled away, breathing heavily and looking at me, scanning every inch of me before gently stripping my clothes off. His hands moved with a sense of reverence, tracing the contours of my body as if it were a work of art.

Oh gosh! Am I making this happen?