Give Me Your Hand's

You Want More Than My Touch

Night after night Kenan passed by with boxing training. As promised, Mehmet sent a trainer for him, the dark-skinned man worried that he would end up in a coffin. Her body fluids at this time made the base of her hair until the tips of her feet wet. The plain body looks shiny due to the sweat.

That fist samsak continuously received Kenan's punches nonstop. If only the sandbag had been a human, perhaps he would have protested and shouted at Kenan.

"Defend, focus, attack!" shouted the boxing trainer beside Kenan. A man older than Kenan. When he was young, he was a professional boxer. This time he decided to become a coach.

Kenan slammed his gloves into a black samsak. The punch was very hard according to the direction of his coach. It came to a point that his body was very tired at the moment.

"Rest. Tomorrow you're going to fight a new guy" said Serkan, who threw a bottle of water on Kenan's head.

The water was like an oasis in the desert that cooled Kenan's head. He shook his black hair, made the water droplets fly and fall to the floor. Kenan took another bottle of water, and flushed his own face. Making the floor of the exercise room is like a bathroom.

"Don't you have a video of the game?" asked Kenan while rubbing his hair and face with a towel.

"He's new like you. This is his first game" replied Serkan who chose to sit himself in a long chair in front of Kenan.

Likewise with Ivy, the woman was almost every day busy with the first fashion show. Khan had agreed to his design, now he began to cut the cloth given Kara in accordance with the pattern he had made. The cutting tool began to split the sheet of cloth that stretched into pieces as Ivy wished.

His fingers began to move the head of the sewing machine. One of his feet stepped on a black pedal under the engine. A dynamo roar immediately filled Ivy's study. The sewing needle that had contained the thread immediately slid to hold the two sides of the fabric together.

Ivy waved the cloth that had formed a body piece. Now he took another cloth to connect parts by parts to become a clothing that fits his design.

He put round-shaped buttons on one of his draft clothes. So far Ivy has only completed two of the four designs he has created.

"It's time to go home beautiful lady" said Khan who still heard the Ivy sewing machine still ringing. The sound of the machine was like the sound on a racetrack.

"I'm not done yet" Ivy said without turning to the gleaming man who was standing in front of him. He is still on his sewing machine.

"There's still a few days. It was late at night, so it was hard to find a bus. I don't want my beautiful designer kidnapped by people."

Khan's words make Ivy recall his memories when Ferrite suddenly comes to pick him up at the office.

What if the Ferrite is already downstairs at this time?

"I'm going to Fener. You want to come home with me?" khan asked while observing the finished Ivy dress. He attached the shirt to his own body and turned his body to the right and left in front of Ivy, making Victor's daughter unable to hold her laugh.

"How's it?" khan asked after he put the shirt back on the hanger.

"Match it," Ivy replied while showing both of her thumbs.

"Not that shirt I meant. You're this!" khan exclaimed with his slightly raised tone.

"I mean my offer is pretty...." Khan's voice again sounded tickling in Ivy's ears.

Good idea, according to Ivy. He didn't have to wait for the bus alone by the side of the road, and Kenan couldn't help him again tonight.

"Wait me. I'm going to get all this done" replied Ivy, who immediately turned off her electric sewing machine and tidied up her desk.

Khan helped Ivy pack her things. He is not only a good boss but also a reliable friend. Although sometimes he is considered one-eyed by people, but what they consider a deficiency, for Khan it is his advantage.

Not all men can be a good designer like Khan, nor do all women have magician hands that can bewitch shabby fabrics into a beautiful dress.

As Ivy had expected, the Kozan company leader had been waiting for him in front of the lobby. The man stands next to his car waiting for Ivy's return. The female employees looked at the man with the pigtails from top to bottom. Physically, Ferrite is a handsome man with a muscular body plus his luxury car that always takes him anywhere.

Tonight luck is on Ivy's side. Khan took her to the back parking lot, because her car was there. He saw Ferrite when he was in his boss' car. The man's car glass was dark when viewed from the outside, making Ferrite unaware that Ivy had exited the Sarte company building.

A few minutes had passed, Ferrite began to look anxious. A beautiful woman approached Ferit.

"Hello handsome, who are you waiting for these nights?" said the woman in her sexy work clothes.

Ferrite only glanced at the woman. But then he looked back at the highway in front of him.

"If you keep quiet like this, you look even more handsome," wooed the woman with her coquettish tone. His hand he put on one of Ferrite's shoulders, but the man was still unmoved.

The woman tried to gently touch Ferit's cheek to make him react to her. The man started looking at her sharply then faded.

Ferrite wrapped one of his hands around the woman's waist and pulled her closer to him. He put his nose around the woman's neck, allowing her to inhale the scent of jasmine. The woman seemed to be smiling in excitement seeing her seduction succeed.

"Are you Sarte's employees?" whispered Ferrite in the woman's ear.

"Yes." Yeah." The woman's hand began to dare to wipe the chest of Ferrite who was still wrapped in a shirt.

"Do you know if Ivy's home yet?" ferrit whispered which immediately made the woman stop her finger play on the man's chest.

"I think Ivy's been home since. Are you Ivy's girlfriend?"

Ferrite shook his head then said, "I'm her future husband."

The woman was surprised after hearing Ferit's words, but then she gave a small laugh. Her bead eyes stared at the collar of the black shirt that opened, "You're her future husband but dare to hug another woman in public."

"Didn't you want it?" Ferrite raised one of his eyebrows slightly tempting the woman.

"Do you want more than this?" The woman began to put her fingers behind the Ferrite shirt. The fine feathers hidden there.

Ferrite further tightened his embrace on the slender waist that was in front of him. Making his muscular stomach stick to the woman's flat stomach. He really enjoyed the sensation given by Ivy's friend. The long fingers descended down rubbing the protruding back, pressing on it until it pinched gently. He kissed her in the woman's ear.

"If you want more than this, call me." whispered the woman in Ferrite's ear. He put a business card in the pocket of the man's suit and left.

Ferrite looked at the woman's hip and read her a business card.

"I've got an interesting game for you and that damn mechanic, Ivy," he murmured.

He called out the name of the woman who had instantly aroused his desires. The owner of the foot level stopped, then he gave a smile and turned to approach Ferrite.

"Go to my car," Ferit invited, who was immediately greeted with shining eyes by the woman.

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