The King is back

Chapter 69

The King is back 

Just as Sinbad was about to say something, someone else interrupted them.

"Serkan Malik, is that you?" 

Her sweet voice made his lips curve into a smile as he left his friend's side to be near her.

"Yes, it's me. But I apologize, miss, my memory hasn't been good lately and I don't recall your name. I know I should have called you after our last encounter..."

"Watch your words when you talk about my woman. She was never and will never be one of your mistresses." Sinbad growled at his long-waited-to-see friend. He sees red whenever someone dare to cast aspersions on his Sibel.

"My woman?! I thought you were separated and single; that's the last news I heard."

"We were separated for a long time, but I was always bound to her. She is my only love."

Once again, Sinbad made her heart flutter.

She pecked his chest while standing in his arms but then stepped out of his loving embrace and walked towards Serkan.

She rolled up the sleeves of her cardigan, which looked like a pumpkin, and positioned herself with feet shoulder-width apart. She clenched her hands into fists on her waist, purposely making her hair look messy. She took a deep breath.

"I win the bet, so empty your pockets, Majesty." Her voice sounded dangerous yet incredibly adorable to her man, who was obviously caught off guard.

"No way," 

"That can't be," 

"You aren't my living childhood nightmare." Serkan doubted his memories as he took a closer look at Sibel.

"It took you a while to recognize me, Majesty... come on," she teased as she left her younger version behind and embraced her true self.

"What's going on here?" Sinbad asked, noticing how his friend's expression changed when he recognized Sibel.

"I'm sure whatever reason you had to separate from her, she must have caused it. She's the one who made the entire school mock my manhood. She challenged me and won every single time. The last thing she said to me was before the whole school, as she climbed up the tallest tree and safely made her way down from the upper leaves, while I could only make it to the second branch. But this witch here did it with ease and made everyone laugh at me. I hope you paid up because I truly wished for your downfall."

Sinbad was shocked to hear his friend's bitter words directed at his beloved, who was looking at him with pain in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Serkan Malik, that your ego didn't allow you to see back then that everything I did was just to get your attention. I didn't have the looks of a woman back then, as I was just a 7-year-old child trying to catch your eye. Challenging you was the only way I could think of to make you notice me. But little did I know, it led me down a path of suffering and losing everything for years.

In this world, women can't do anything to win a man's heart, because even after 28 years, you still hate me and wish for the worst. Once again, I'm sorry."

She brushed her hair and took a step forward, standing two paces away from Serkan. She spoke those words that were like poisoned arrows aimed at Sinbad, unwanted.

Serkan gazed at her and saw how she had transformed from a strong woman to a broken one.

In reality, Serkan didn't feel any cringe for her, neither then nor now. He just wanted to make her feel lower, unknowingly that it could have broken her like this. He reached out his hand to touch her shoulder, but slipped as she turned quickly. Instead, she grabbed Sinbad's hand and moved away from the man who couldn't say anything, witnessing how broken she became.

The whole trip back to the farm was silent. Sinbad asked Hakan to pick up Mert and stay with them tonight, while he watched her get out of the car and head towards the door. She dropped her bag onto the living sofa, then slowly climbed the stairs, leaning on the wall because she was too weak to climb them alone. 

"As long as we both shall live, you aren't crying because of another man's words, my love," Sinbad thought, following her lead. When she was about to close the door to their room, he stopped her. 

"Sinbad, I want some time alone," she said.

"I'm sorry, but I can't give you that," he replied, pushing the door open wide. This startled her, not because of the door, but because of the passionate kiss he gave her without letting her catch her breath. He quickly discarded her clothes, leaving her speechless. 

"Sinbad..." she tried to protest, but his faint breath on her neck tickled her and his kisses on her soft skin made her weak in the knees. His hand reached her most intimate area, making her core quiver with desire. 

His lips once again found hers, sucking the life out of her and giving it back. He pressed her against the door. 

"Undress me," he ordered, while still holding her left breast in his mouth, causing her spine to arch. She tried to unbutton his shirt, but struggled. 

"To hell with it!" Sinbad ripped off his shirt and tossed it across the room, along with his jeans and briefs. He stood naked before her, his body catching her gaze and causing her cheeks to turn red with desire.

No words needed to be exchanged between them, because love has its own language.

Meanwhile, Serkan was still at the school yard, not there casually, but for a meeting with the board. He was the owner of the property where the school was built. Lately, they had been asking for permission to build an Olympic swimming pool, as they had noticed many talented students in water sports and wanted to provide better facilities.

He was strolling carefree with his head held high and that charming smile on his face as he entered through the gates. No one could take away his good looks, standing taller than Sinbad by three inches, with his dark complexion, jet black hair styled in small, well-maintained curls, and inky eyes. Not to mention his broad shoulders and sculpted body confined under his blue suit, giving him an aura akin to a Greek god. As he walked, carrying himself with royal grace, heads would turn.

Except for one person.

Yep, she didn't bother to look at him, as other women were already drooling over him.

His eyes remained focused on the undercover woman who left much to the imagination, as her black abaya concealed her precious body.

"Here is the document that contains our board's request to build an Olympic swimming pool, with all the necessary financial support from the parents of the students, especially Mr. Melekoglu," she said, forwarding the document to him.

"I will review it, and then I will give you my answer," he replied, struggling to control himself as she stood so close that her jasmine scent filled his nostrils, causing his neurons to go numb. When she spoke, he felt his heartbeat increase, and he realized that his body had become a pulsating heart, something that had never occurred before making him baffled as to the reason behind this.

She left the meeting room to attend a phone call. She had only been gone for a minute, and he already missed her. Ignoring the looks from others, he stood up and headed towards the door. Just as he was about to open it, she was doing the same, and they collided.

She immediately moved away, but he was still holding her hand, which scared her. She ran away, leaving him baffled.

Another thing that occupied his mind was the warmth and softness of her hand against his cold, rough one.

"She probably went to wash her hands because a man touched her," commented a blonde woman, who appeared to be in her thirties, loud enough for him to hear.

This was a new experience for him. He had never encountered a woman who wanted to avoid his touch. It didn't sit well with his male ego. He went to look for her and, sure enough, she came out of the restroom drying her hands with a tissue.

"What are you doing, miss?" he casually held her hand, causing her to frown and try to free herself from his tight grip.

Once she finally broke free, she hurried back to the restroom to clean her hand when he stepped in.

"Mr. Malik, get out!" she shouted at him.

"Not before you explain why you're cleaning your hand," he demanded, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall.

"If you couldn't understand my religion from my outfit, let me explain. I am a Muslim girl who follows the rules of the Quran. According to our beliefs, a Muslim is not allowed to touch someone of the opposite gender unless they have a close blood relation like parents, siblings, or children. The only exception is when a Muslim is touching their halal spouse," she explained.

His face wore a bewildered expression as he said, "What on earth are you saying?" He shifted his posture and moved towards her, causing her to step back.

"I hope you're telling the truth, otherwise, be prepared for the consequences of your comportment," he warned.

He was taken aback when he looked into her fearless eyes, which seemed unfazed by his presence. He felt like he had seen those eyes before. His mind started to piece together the memories...

"You can search for it, sir. I know I am telling the truth," her melodic voice pulled him out of his thoughts, bringing him back to reality. If he continued to stare, he feared he would become a soulless body.

She quickly moved away as soon as he backed off, clutching her racing heart in her chest. This panic attack was worse than the others she had experienced before.

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