Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss-Chapter 84: Jealous Ahmet

Chapter Eighty-Four

He stood, ignoring himself and stretching out his shoulders before heading for the door. He paused just long enough to throw his cousin a glance over his shoulder.

"She’s my toy. Only I decide when this ends between us." Though Ahmet had told his cousin this, Markus was sure even he didn’t believe that himself. The grip on his armchair was too tight, the muscle in his jaw ticking with barely restrained frustration.

If he really believed his own words, he wouldn’t look like hell after just a few days she hadn’t called him. The dark circles under his eyes, and the restless way he paced when he thought no one was watching... it all told a different story.

Ahmet’s anger burned hotter with every passing second. And Markus saw it. It wasn’t just the silence that was haunting him. It wasn’t just her defiance.

It was him.

The other man. The one hovering too close, the one she wasn’t ignoring.

He watched as Ahmet’s fingers curled into fists, one more time, his shoulders coiling in tension. She was not just a toy. Ahmet knew that. He had lied. Markus knew that. But that wasn’t the argument here. That wasn’t the real problem.

The real problem was Demir.

And something told Ahmet that the bastard wasn’t planning to back down either.

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Ahmet slid into the driver’s seat, the leather cool against his back. He started the car at the same time he pulled out his phone and scrolled to her name. Without hesitation, he pressed the dial, and the phone rang as he pulled onto the road.

One ring.

Two.

Three.

Straight to voicemail.

His jaw ticked, as his fingers tightened around the wheel. She was ignoring him. It was clear now that she was ignoring him.

Big mistake. Was it because of Demir? It had to be him.

He exhaled slowly, keeping his cool as he pulled over to the side of the road. The streetlights flickered above him, casting angry rays into his eyes. He ignored the lights and stared at his phone for a moment before tapping out a message. He capitalized each word deliberately.

"If you know what’s good for you, better pick up my call before I do anything that will put both you and me in trouble."

He hit send, tossed the phone onto the passenger seat, and let the silence stretch. Five seconds. No response.

Ten. Still, no response.

His patience snapped. He picked up the phone and dialed her number again. He meant his threat. If she didn’t pick up this call, he was going to do something stupid. Something he might regret later.

This time, she answered. He almost sighed as relief washed over him.

However....

There was a pause— just breathing on the other end like she was debating whether to speak first.

For some reason, his anguish had suddenly transformed into something else... something exciting.

Ahmet smirked, his grip on the wheel loosening. "There you are." It could be that he was simply relieved she had picked up his call.

Was it not funny? He was about to lose it but now that he knew she was on the other phone listening, he felt calm.

Silence. Then, finally, her voice soft but hesitant, whispered. "Ahmet..." she didn’t sound excited to hear from him.

His smirk suddenly faded, his voice immediately turning low and controlled. "Tell me why the hell you are ignoring my calls."

"You fucking pointed a gun at me." She answered and he knew this conversation shouldn’t be done on the phone. "I’m driving to our place. Meet me."

Our place. Meet me. The words echoed in both their heads but none of them pointed it out. It was as if it was a fact their meeting place was for them both. It wasn’t Ahmet’s place. It was theirs.

After driving for a while, he was already at the place. He entered through the gate and into the garage but noticed her car was already packed in there. He parked his beside hers as the garage could contain above three cars.

When did she arrive? How come his alarm didn’t beep for... oh yeah, he had almost forgotten he didn’t take her car details out of the system.

Was she already here when he had called? Why did she ignore his call if she was already here?

He entered his bedroom, removing his suit jacket first and then unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt and rolled the sleeves to his elbow length.

His eyes never left hers. He caught the way her eyes traced over him also, slow and seductively, as if she were memorizing every detail.

She was savoring him, just as much as he was her. The tension between them was still there and her desire for him was still in her eyes.

It excited him. More than he was relieved earlier.

But that was short. Suddenly, the name Demir crossed his mind, whispering in his ears insecurities he never thought he had and all of a sudden, his face distorted in distaste.

"How long have you been waiting?" He asked, trying to start a conversation with her.

"Does it matter?" her tone was as cold as her facial expression.

He wanted to laugh at himself. Was he the only one needing her? Was he the only one needing this?

He sighed, seriously not knowing where to continue from.

Just then, her phone began to ring and she picked up immediately after she looked at the number.

She didn’t text the caller she was busy. freēnovelkiss.com

"Hi, Demir." She responded. It was as if he tasted poison. He hated her calling his name. "No. I have to take care of something... no, I might not return early. Don’t wait for me... no, go to bed without me." She hung up with a shy smile on her face. Had she even noticed she had that on or did she not care he was looking at her?

’I have to take care of something...’ he was something she had to take care of. ’...no, go to bed without me.’ We’re they sharing a bed together?

This was it, Ahmet couldn’t control himself anymore. He snapped.

"Who is Demir?" He asked, constraints in his tone.

"Someone I know." Again her tone was cold and her smile had suddenly disappeared while talking to him.

’Someone I know.’ Was she trying to lie to him when he clearly knew he wasn’t just someone she knew?

"Clearly, he’s not someone you just know," Ahmet was trying. He was trying so hard not to sound entitled. He was trying not to sound like it was affecting him more than he was already showing her. He was trying to pretend like Demir’s existence was irking him.

They both stared at each other, both of them heated up in anger and jealousy. He clenched his fists beside him.

"Have you found whoever stole your cargo?" She asked after the silence had stretched for a while.

"Are you changing the topic?" He snapped. "I asked a question first. Who the fck is Demir?" Ahmet couldn’t take it anymore. Heaven knew he was trying... tried, perhaps. He yelled and she flinched.