Chapter TWENTY EIGHT

  When the SUV comes to a halt in front of the Burak building, I dont wait for Gerald to hop out from the driver's seat to open the door for me. 

  I have a sudden urge to call Ace and check up on Sandro. I walk through the lobby of the building, my heels clicking against the marble flooring with determination to get to my destination quickly. 

  I reach the bank of elevators, pressing the button and I step away, running my fingers through my loose curls. I start to gather it up into a ponytail and I feel him standing behind me. 

  "Lütfen (please), leave it down. I like the way it frames your face." He implores as he wraps his hand around mine and tugs it away from my hair.