A gay? Submerged Passion

7. Grandchildren

“Do what you want, but don't blame me, if you're going to lose everything. Especially the life of someone you care about,” Damian said with a face full of grin.

Max who heard Damian's words clenched his hands. The memory of Salsha who was gone scared him. He is afraid of losing back.

“Damian, don't do that. You know no, this relationship is not healthy.”

Damian who heard only chuckled cynically. Not healthy? Where has that man been all this time?

“Where are the irregularities located?”

“Da_”

“Didn't a relationship be said to be unhealthy when we've done forbidden things. As you did with your old lady,” Damian spoke cynically. The glint of emotion was clearly visible in his blue net.

Max who heard Damian's words pensively. Yes, he was aware his relationship with Salsa used to be unhealthy.

Damian who felt that he had won laughed loudly, making some servants who were in charge of cleaning the garden creeps.

The tyrant who had never looked at the feather while smashing his eyes was now laughing. What a creepy laugh. Without wasting time, they all immediately left, away from Damian.

“Why are you silent? What now just realized if our relationship is fine, and worth fighting for.” Damian grinned at the device hall. The cunning was clearly visible on his handsome face.

Max can only bite his upper lip. He hates being weak. He hates being a loser. With Damian, that trait always comes up.

“Damian _”

“Think about. I close first, remember I love you.”

Tut!

Damian leaned his head on the chair, letting the sun sweep all over his face. Tiredness attacked his body. Tired physically or mentally. Sometimes the man wants to give up, letting Max live on his own. But there's a little fear, he's afraid Max will come back the way he used to.

Puk!

The pat on his shoulder made those blue eyes quickly open. He looked at the woman standing from below. Looking at the pointy little nose that made a sudden annoyance over him.

Sighing a deep breath, he got up to get away from the source of his frustration.

Ariana who saw it glared at her eyes, feeling disbelief in Damian's actions.

“Hay, Gay!”

Daman's steps stopped. Hearing the call made his anger grow. Quickly, he turned around, looking at Ariana who looked to be in a waistline.

“Once again you call me gay, don't blame me if the sun won't rise again in your life.” Damian hissed sharply, making Ariana slightly blink and rewind her steps.

“Keep, you want me to call you what?”

The question with that innocent tone further ignited Damian's emotions. Sighing deeply, the man walked over, making every step he took give off a sinister cold aura.

“Call me Damian,” whispered quietly, but full of threats.

Ariana frozen. The whisper made his whole body feel creepy. Although he repeatedly said he was not afraid of men, but he was still a woman who had his own level of fragility.

“You understand?” whispered again.

Ariana who somehow could only nod. Lockdown, and the dings that become his mainstay moves as if they are locked.

Damian who realized the fear of the woman in front of him chuckled, satisfied to see her. Yes, this is what he likes the most. Being afraid.

Without saying any more, the burly foot stepped away leaving the garden with a woman standing stiff.

“Mampus! How can I forget to tell the arrival of Damian's Papa.” Ariana patted her forehead, feeling annoyed with herself.

Thinking for a while, then he changed his face to become indifferent again. “Hmm, let. Wrong yourself, why behave like that.”

***

The family room was gripping. The gaze of the eyes with different shades made the tension even more felt.

Jordan took a breath, then spoke in a tired tone. “Papa wants to quickly fondle grandchildren. You know it, Papa is lonely.”

Damian who saw that was a waste of face. That was always the reason for his father. He wanted to scream, if his father was lonely, just come to the booming, or night club, there was no lonely word.

“Araiana,” Jordan called her daughter-in-law gently. The look in his eyes was different when he collided with Damian.

The bluish ash netra was much softer, and was pleasing to the eye when it came into contact with the honey netra.

“Iya, Pa.” Ariana replied with a slightly nervous tone.

“Papa wishes you a lot, please give Papa a grandson.” Jordan stared at Araiana, making the woman grimace.

In my heart, I felt compassion. As much as possible, a good father has a child like the devil. Not only that, but also the disorder. Actually he never questioned if there are people who have deviations, after all they must have a reason, and he did not want to disturb them with his argument that would certainly feel corrupting to them.

But, does he still have to be quiet, when he himself married a gay man, and have a father-in-law who expects the figure of a grandchild from their marriage.

“Sorry, Pa. But as for__ auchh,” the remark was interrupted when Ariana rested her waist like an ant bite. His pink eye catches the cynical Damian who is the mastermind of his pain.

“We'll work on it, Pa. Papa take it easy.” Damian quickly interrupted. His blue net looked serious, much different from what he had uttered in his heart.

Jordan who saw that heaved a sigh of relief. The old man slowly got up, followed by his two children.

Before actually standing up, Jordan said cheerfully, “you don't have to go to the office first. Papa took care of everything. During this one month, Papa wants you guys to try your best, and produce offspring.” Jordan smiled widely, then sauntered away followed by his personal assistant and driver.

Ariana who heard the words of her in-laws opened her mouth wide, feeling disbelief with the persistence of the in-laws.

“What, one month? How can I make love to a man like you, and surely your ‘itu’ does not satisfy me very much.” Araiana looked at Damian's disdain, especially as her eyes stared at the object between the two thighs.

The shadow if it ever goes into the hole a\*us or even he who entered makes it disgusted. Unknowingly, Araiana felt nauseous.

“Huek.” Quickly the woman ran with her hands shutting her mouth tightly.

Damian who was still surprised by the words of Jordan looked at the strange Ariana who was running at an above average speed.

“Why with the girl?”

***

Max rests his head on his knees. The memory of his teenage years with Damian made him chuckle. Apparently, all this time his success was thanks to Damian's intervention.

The man with the blue iron goes too far into his life. Makes it hard to escape.

“What should I do? I accept it with my status. Reselect as before, even though it feels very different?” Max scooped up the roughness of his face.

The clutter made his body slowly decay, then curled up on the cold of the floor. Snow fell more and more, making Max's body feel shivering, but the man seemed to have no desire at all to rise, just lay his body on the bed.

“God, why do you have so much heart. First you take my son, second, you take my woman, and lastly, you give me back to the man who meant so much in my life, and the man who could destroy me,” the soft greeting became a cover, before the man closed his eyes.