5

Cressida

Why am I even searching about this?

Right, because I wanted to know more about Savaş Ewald.

Turns out his name means 'War' which suited him greatly.

Meanwhile I finally knew what the word he always says to me means. Güzel is a Turkish word that means beautiful but why does he call me that?

I mean does he really think I'm beautiful or is he just being flirty? Why the hell would I care if he thought I'm beautiful? I know I am!!

Damn it… he's occupying without even being around so how the hell am I supposed to face him tomorrow after what happened today's afternoon in the parking lot, where anyone could have seen us.

Shit! I'm only now thinking about that? Why didn't I remember this info when we were in the parking lot? Because I'm an Idiot!

A knock on my bedroom door had me sitting up in the bed but no one entered the room which meant it's Dad.

"Ida? Talia is here, she wants me to see if you're awake."

"Yes I'm awake!" I yelled but made no attempt to get up and open the door because I was sure my cheeks would be looking like cherry tomatoes now just from thinking about the afternoon.

"Okay, I'll be in the study and dinner will be ready in a few." Dad informed me before I heard his footsteps disappear and only then did I collapse on the bed again and waited for my best friend to come here.

But should I tell her about today? I mean, she never had any problem with Savaş, I did so she wouldn't be angry at me right?

I mean I'm already angry at myself for letting him turn me into a toy in his hands but it felt good, it really did.

And I knew that I should avoid Savaş at all costs but I said once and I'll say it again, I'm not drawn to him, no. I'm drawn to his darkness, to his sinful nature because it made me feel… free.

Does that make me a sick person or just a girl who's in heat? Maybe both.

The door room opened, no knocking or warning which meant it was Talia but as soon as she looked at me, she stopped in her tracks.

"What the holy hell is that?" She whispered to me while looking at the side of my neck… I jumped off the bed and rushed to the mirror to find a hickey… a freaking hickey on the side of my neck because of that son of a bitch.

It was a dark red hickey on the side of my neck but worst news, it's the type that couldn't be hidden by my long black hair. He wanted this. He wanted to leave a hickey there where everyone could see it.

My eyes met Talia's playful ones through the mirror as she stepped closer and asked. "Who? When? How?"

I sighed nervously. "Savaş Ewald. Parking lot. Same way how other hickeys get done." Her hazel eyes widened the moment I mentioned the name of the devil's son, another nickname that Savaş earned because of his father.

"Savaş Ewald? The one I know right?" I nodded my head while placing foundation on the hickey because I didn't need to have Dad on my back for seeing a hickey on my neck. No thanks.

"No, I need details, Ida. You can't leave me hanging like this and no before you start thinking about it, I'm not angry if anything… we really need to have you hook with someone and say goodbye to virginity." Blood rushed to my cheeks and neck at her words because I was stupid but the idea of being with Savaş sounded so appealing to my ears, maybe that's the case.

Maybe I just need to sleep with someone and let out my sexual frustration, meaning it's not that I'm sexually attracted to Savaş. Yep, that's definitely it.

There was no way out for me to not tell Talia so I just told her the events that happened in the parking lot.

"Oh, damn! Why did that sound hot?" I quickly turned around to glare at Talia but she only chuckled at me.

"Alright, Ida. Everything aside and I know years of suffering can't be wiped away… I'm the one who should know best…" She trailed off which had my gaze softening because she was remembering that bastard, Oliver.

But the hurt in her eyes disappeared as soon as it came when she smiled at me again and came to stand behind me as she made me face the mirror again.

"Point is… use him, Ida. Get a good use out of him to help yourself in some very satisfying ways." I elbowed her but she only smiled even more while squeezing my shoulders.

"And maybe we could finally understand why he tormented you for years, it's a win-win, Ida." She had a point but could I play nice with him after everything just to get a good fuck? Maybe but it didn't seem like he'd let me go at all today. The look in his eyes held those words in them and besides, didn't he say that the fun was just getting started… so be it.

I would play his game until I got what I wanted, which wasn't just a good time, no. But a reason, a reason why he would target me… me of all people. Why?

I needed that answer and I was going to get it no matter what. That's a fucking promise to you Savaş Ewald. I'll make you regret playing with Cressida Arne.

Both Talia and I left the room when we heard the doorbell ringing to see who it was while Dad left his study too and went downstairs but we decided to watch from afar.

Meny, our housekeeper opened the door to reveal someone who had brown hair and… green eyes, they were familiar to… Savaş.

Who was right behind the first man that entered the room and only now did I notice the look on Dad and Aunt's faces. Hatred. Rage and most importantly… death. Why?

"Dante." Dad said coldly towards who I assumed was Savaş's father. Who was wearing a navy blue suit but my gaze drifted to the one and only.

Savaş was wearing black jeans, white shirt and a black blazer with black boots. His dirty blonde hair the same way it's been in the morning, a low bun.

As if sensing that I'm looking at him his eyes rose up and met mine but they immediately drifted to the side of my neck. Surprise, Surprise, son of a bitch. Can't see your hickey anywhere?

"Dante, what makes you come here?" Aunt Natalie asked Savaş's Dad but somehow, her voice sounded civil, not hostile like my father's.

Dante smiled but it wasn't a normal one because mischief was written all over it but then he said. "I'm here to talk business with Isaac and I brought Savaş with me so he could see his girlfriend and maybe take her out" He motioned with his head at me.

Girl what? Girl-fucking-friend. Is he fucking serious? My eyes move back to Savaş to find him smirking at me. What kind of game was this?

"Girlfriend?" Aunt asked while Dad turned around to have a better view of me and his eyes were filled of… disappointment. Dad was disappointed in me.

"Oh, I thought that Cressida told you already but it looks like she didn't." Savaş started climbing up the stairs until he reached me and wrapped his arm around my waist in a possessive way then pulled me to him, placing a kiss on my cheek.

"Play along, Güzel or you know what will happen to Bernard." I only stared at him blankly when he pulled back to look at me.

"I told you it was okay to tell them, Ida. I'm sure your Dad is an understanding man and he's looking for your happiness." He gave me one last warning look then his eyes drifted to Talia for a second which had me smiling at him but I still couldn't look at Dad.

I knew he might not like any boyfriend I would have my entire life but why did he disapprove of Savaş that much and even worse… Why did he hate Dante Ewald that much?

"Pretty sure you understand us, Mr Arne?" Savaş asked my father and I dared to look at Dad but they weren't disappointed anymore… They looked angry and that anger was directed at Savaş who didn't seem to care.

"Of course and besides, Ida needs a breath before the school pressure starts so taking her out would be a great idea but I hope the restaurant you're taking her to, has her special food." Was that a test that Dad was making? Wanting to know if Savaş had any idea which is as far as I knew he didn't–

"Of course. It will be pasta tossed with Olive oil and garlic. Won't do any damage to her kidney." The fuck? How did he know about my kidney case? No one knew besides our school coach because I was forbidden from doing any exhausting exercises, so how exactly did Savaş know?

This was getting deep. Too deep.

I turned my eyes back to look at Savaş and only now did I understand something… this was his game, his rules.

I was merely a pawn on his big board… no, I'm not going to be anyone's pawn.

I was born a queen and even Savaş Ewald, the king of kings, was going to acknowledge that.