A gay? Submerged Passion
4. Weddings
Damian grunted in annoyance. His blue net highlighted the stairs he passed through sharply. The memory of the lover's request really made his emotions explode. Ready to burn anyone who dares to harass him.
His noble stumped legs, his blue netra looked sharpened. Plastered clearly in front of him, the figure of the wife who was only legitimate for a few hours was joking with her lover, and it was successful in making her emotions even more explosive, and Boom, successfully exploded.
“What do you guys do?” Damian asked in an excited voice, making the two lovebirds who looked tempting to each other quack, then stood up clumsily.
Damian with a hardened face walked closer and closer, his burly hand pulling Ariana closer towards him. Dragging his wife's body violently with his mouth still tight.
Ricard who saw the lover brought directly by Damian can only clench the tagan annoyed. It was desirable that the black man gave one a bogeman, but his status as a calm man in the face of anything was not allowed.
Ariana who felt pain in the wrist rebelled. His vigorous efforts to be free from the entanglement of the husband are futile, only to further add to the pain, even a noticeable reddish mark.
Brak! Chequek!
“Basic! What kind of wife duduan with other men, when the husband is not there?” Damian cornered Ariana's body, making the woman quickly throw away her face, due to the distance her face was too close.
“What do you mean?” still with a look away, the furry-haired woman asked. Clearly, he was reluctant to stare directly at the face full of emotion in front of him.
Damian who saw the actions of Ariana increasingly provoked emotions. As much as possible, this woman showed such an expression while with him. Whereas, with Ricard, he could display a wide, even gentle smile.
“Ck, what is this kind of work seoarang model? Seductive men, despite already having the status of seoarang Wife.” Damian said in a scornful tone, his sturdy body away, making Ariana sculpt herself with sharp words issued.
“Repeat once again!” Araiana hissing sharp. Not the face of indifference anymore, nor the teasing that was seen on the face of the woman. There was only a flat face, with sharpened eyes.
Damian who saw the change Arian gulped roughly. For whatever reason, as long as he lived, he never dealt with women, and this was his first time. And what the hell, how dare that woman show expression and ask in the tone I taught.
“Ck, are you deaf? I say once again, what the work of the model also teased__ “ the word came to a halt just as the slender hand pulled Damian's burly hand without a cue, then slammed the huge body mercilessly.
Gedebug!
“Arghh.” Damian grimaced in pain, the man could not stand staring at Ariana who was seen grinning over him.
“You know what I do besides being a model?” Ariana blinked one eye, her clasped hands traced the chest of the field that was still wrapped in a black suit.
Damian could only be silent, the man's face showing a look of pain. Just clasping that hand, he didn't nod. Oath for whatever, the dings and locks that Ariana had given could make his bones like falling out.
“My side job is, beating up a shit-mouthed waji*ngan guy like you.” Araiana lowered her hand from Damian's chest, walking slowly, as if flirting. Just below the pusher, the woman seemed to be grinning even more.
“You said my job was teasing other men? What is it like.”
“Arhhh.” Damian hissing long. The blue eyes collided with honey eyes that looked flaming under the light.
Ariana courageously held Damian's precious assets, revera\*nya, even gave a light massage there. Making Damian unconsciously open his mouth wide, with breath that looks breathless.
Seeing the men under him start to react strangely, Ariana immediately got up. Her honey net once again stared intently at Damian.
“Before saying, be content. You say trashy things, but you're not so different from trash itself, even more disgusting. I guess, your ‘itu’ will only stand when you are with your male lover, but it also stands when it comes in contact with my hand. Ck, ck, ck.” Ariana stared right at Damian's groin which looked a little bloated. Then breezed away to enter the bathroom. Leaving behind Damian's figure that looked still dumbfounded.
Damian could not respond to anything. The touch of the first time he can be able to make his large body feel stiff. What is it that suddenly rings.
“Si*l!” rough up.
The clock is spinning fast, the moon has also shown its shape up there. If everyone is sleeping quietly, different from the blue male figure. Repeatedly, her burly body moved uncomfortably, while the woman sleeping beside her was already asleep with a very bright sleeping dress.
“Ck, why with me.” Daman sat his body with his back. His face looks tangled.
“Maybe I think Max, yes, maybe because Max asked to break up,” concluded confidently.
Slowly, the man got up. His right hand grabbed the device lying on the side of the bed, then moved towards the balcony.
With a tired face, the man held up the device, waiting for the lover to immediately raise his call.
The first ring, the second ring, and the ketga ring.
“Hallo.”
Their smiles on his face were when his sense of hearing heard a hoarse voice from Max.
“Hay, did I interrupt your night?” Damian asked quietly, full of gentleness.
Silence, there was no reply from there, and it succeeded in making Damia feel restless.
“Max,” call him slowly.
Still no answer, Damian thought maybe the rich fell asleep again. His hand was about to press the red tomobol. However, it was confined as he heard a cold flat tone from there.
“What's up?”
The deg!
Damian's heart was slipping. The cold tone made the cold around him even colder.
“Why with your tone?” Damian asked even more sharply. As he said, he disliked Max's attitude the most. Max can only be gentle, and spoiled to her. Only him.
“Damian, I told you. Let's stop this relationship.”
Tut!
Damian growled angrily, the man's jaw looking hardened, especially when he heard the breaking tone from there. With clenched hands, the man turned around, trying to clear his brain. But the scenery that he could really make the air around him instantly turned into heat.
Ariana stood at the end of the bed, with a thin cloth that covered only half her thigh. Even his blue eyes could see how big the buttocks were, and how chewy the two fleshs hanging on his chest were.
Swallowing spit several times, the man stared at the cynical Ariana. The memory of the lover's changing attitude makes a choose to blame the woman.
“What are you doing there?”
The question with a hoarse voice brought Damian's footsteps to a halt. Intentions want to give some lessons so that the woman is deterred, disappeared instantly, replaced by foreign feelings that can make her whole body goosebumps.
