Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss novel Chapter 80

Chapter 80: Thinking about her

Chapter Eighty

Ahmet sat up with a low groan, pressing his fingers against his temples.

A dull, persistent throb pulsed behind his eyes: it was the kind that only came from a night spent overthinking and he did that a lot, thinking about the most infuriating woman he had ever known. She was innocent this time around. He reminded himself.

He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. His phone sat on the nightstand, the screen dark, and waiting.

His fingers twitched. He should call her.

His jaw tightening, he reached for it but then hesitated.

He could already hear her sharp tone, and feel the weight of whatever insult she would throw his way. But still, he needed to call her. His grip on the phone tightened.

Damn it.

With a muttered curse, he threw the covers off and swung his legs over the bed. His ego had kept him silent all night. Maybe it was time to throw it out the damn window.

Ahmet exhaled through his nose, staring at the screen as the call rang and rang then went silent.

No answer.

His jaw ticked. Typical. He had expected that also.

He lowered the phone, tapping it against his thigh, while considering his next move. He could blackmail her. A few words, exert the right pressure, and he knew she would come running just to spite him.

The thought should have satisfied him. But It did not.

His grip softened and again tightened around the device. Whatever this thing was between them, he didn’t want it to feel forced. It probably already was, but he was not ready to admit that— not yet.

Instead, he sat back, staring at the screen, waiting. Hoping.

Ahmet leaned back, gripping his phone as he stared at the blank screen. He knew Asli. He knew her stubbornness, knew how she held grudges like a vice. After provoking her, she was unlikely to call back.

Still... he knew also that he meant something to her. He had to.

’I mean, who would think she would allow someone to touch her? Let alone me.’ The thought wrapped around him like a lifeline. It was a poor excuse for comfort, but he clung to it anyway.

The minutes dragged. Each second that passed without her name flashing on his screen gnawed at him and chipped away at whatever patience he had left.

Was she avoiding him, or was she just genuinely busy?

Ahmet barely had time to wrestle with the thought before his phone buzzed. His eyes darted to the screen.

"I’m busy."

A slow breath left him, the tension in his chest loosening just enough.

They were cool. They were good... maybe.

Or probably she understood why he did what he did. She had to. She would’ve done the same thing if she were in his shoes.

He wasn’t just some man she was with; he was a leader. His organization came first. That was his priority. If something of theirs went missing, of course, he would freak out.

Still, he found himself staring at the message a little longer than necessary, as if searching for something more between the words.

’If only I knew Markus was behind it!’ Ahmet groaned, his fingers raking through his hair in frustration.

His thumb hovered over the keyboard.

"See you tonight?"

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