Mr. Mobster
#Irene's Feelings
Mr. The mafia 71
⚠ contains adult elements, it is not recommended for children under 18 years old, please be wise in addressing this chapter.
Irene sipped tea that night accompanied by the cold of the night on the main balcony directly facing the entrance gate of Kian's house. He did it because he wanted to wait for Mark. Ever since the incident, in which he slapped Mark on the cheek so violently, the man has been reluctant to speak to him. I don't know why there was a little loss when Mark walked away from him.
Before long the motorcade Kian and Areta entered the area in the magnificent house, the couple seemed to get down from the car while hugging each other. But strangely in Irene's eyes it was ordinary, her feelings for Kian had died. As the one who always accompanied Kian should have hated the man when he had a romance with another woman, but this time it was not. Irene really enjoyed the intimacy presented by a couple who were drunk with romance. Until the grin, a glance etched there.
When he saw Mark looking out of the second car, suddenly Irene's heart seemed to beat fast, until it managed to make him touch his own chest, to make the heart beat.
'What is this?'
Irene muttered inwardly, she was still busy with her own feelings. Since when did he start to feel like this while staring at the person who believed the most. The woman ran into her own room, to calm herself down, and to lie to her own feelings. Irene forced to close her eyes so she could forget the feeling she was feeling.
But somehow in the middle of the night, he woke up. He glanced at the clock on the right side of his room, the time was one o'clock at night. Surprisingly the feeling was still in his heart and once again, he shaped his chest with both hands.
'Relax Irene!'
The woman tried to calm her own heart, she did not want to linger in this feeling. But strangely his mind really rejected him. Irene waved the thick white blanket that had been wrapping around her body so that the cold of the night did not puncture her bones. He came out of the room wearing only a black nightgown with a low cut above his beautiful knees.
But strangely in Irene's subconscious, her mind led her way to a room not far from her bedroom. He opened the door slowly.
Czech....
With the way he settles in, he spreads his gaze and scans the entire dark-looking room, he really can't see anything, which includes his sense of sight is just darkness. Suddenly though....
Bruckkk....
The sound of a body falling down, someone grabbed Irene, grabbed her and locked her hands until she was helpless and lying on the floor, then the person lifted Irene's body and threw her on top of her right to sleep. Then he turned on the sleeping lights on the nightstand. Instantly, he bumped into Irene's body until their faces aligned.
Although it was only illuminated by a dim-looking sleeping light, it did not make their vision blurry, Irene could see clearly if Mark was currently above her body.
For a moment they looked at each other, whether the demon possessed Mark's body, he brought his lips closer to Irene's lips, almost touching each other. Mark was conscious and was about to let go of Irene, and wanted to rise from that position. But Irene quickly pulled on Mark's shirt and made him fall into his original position.
"Am I that sad, that you don't want to touch me?" hiss Irene, slowly right in Mark's ear.
Mark's cold-looking face instantly turned warm, he looked Irene in the eye deeper, then his vision dropped and stopped right on the lips of the woman before him.
Mark got closer, immersed himself until their lips were fused together, his tongue danced in Irene's oral cavity, the woman did not want to stay still He was more hugging Mark's nape, Mark's neck, and do the same with that man. They sniffed and rubbed each other until they exchanged saliva. The sound of lips clashing with each other also seemed so easy they heard from their ears. Mark's hands began to play around and dared to infiltrate the skirt belonging to Irene to play the sensitive area of the woman, until a soft hiss came out of Irene's mouth.
Hearing the sound coming out of Irene's lips made Mark more excited and into the triangular cloth of Irene. He played there, feeling something wet about his hand.
Mark regained his senses and moved from above Irene, he turned on his room light, and scanned Irene's beautiful body lying on his bed in a nearly exposed shirt. Mark pinched his temple out of frustration. How could he treat a lover like that. Mark felt very guilty. While Irene began to wake up and sit down, she tidied up her nightgown that looked a little messy.
"Why are you here, Miss?" A heavy voice came out from Mark's mouth, with a cold look on his face.
Irene looked misbehaved, she looked to the right and left, then stood up.
"It looks like I got somnabulism, until I walked all the way here." Irene answered as she was, tucked in an awkward tone there.
Sleepwalking disease or somnabulism is a condition when a person wakes up, walks, or performs various activities in a state of sleep. Although it can be experienced by everyone, this condition is more common in children.
Irene got up and walked slowly out of Mark's room, unable to deny her heart beating again. He almost made love to the Kian confidant.
"Stupid...dumb!" lirih.
He walked quickly to his room, then went in and buried his body in bed, put on a blanket, and covered his face.
"Stupid... stupid! Why do you have to walk over there and embarrass yourself, Irene!" she said, sometimes closing her eyes in shame.
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Early in the morning, Areta, Kian, and Irene looked at breakfast together at one dining table, Irene did not dare to look at Mark's eyes standing right behind her, they looked awkward to each other, they looked awkward to each other, to make Areta and Kian seem aware of the irregularities between them. Areta fed Kian with a piece of meat from her plate, with eyes glancing towards Irene.
"Hmmm... Is there something wrong between the two of you?" ask Areta to investigate.
"Yes, I can also feel a strange atmosphere at this dining table," Kian confirmed, glancing at the eyes of his wife who noticed Irene and Mark.
"Ti–no, I didn't do anything wrong—" Irene looked stammered.
Areta sharpened her eyes, looking at the awkward-looking man and woman.
"Kian, do you feel anything strange?" areta asked, intending to tease, occasionally she fed Kian with meat from her plate.
"Yes. I feel it." He supports his wife to seduce Irene and Mark.
Irene slammed her fork and knife, then was about to rush away.
"It's not funny!" grunted annoyed.
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