My Magnificent Doll's

Eps. 63 Eavesdropping

In the afternoon, Mark returned home as usual. He got out of the car with Fiona in the form of a wax statue into the house.

“What today does not paint ?” fiona asked Mark to sit in the living room after coming out of the bathroom.

“mmm.” Mark didn't answer Fiona's words. He swallowed his saliva, stared at Fiona's thin shirt and did not blink.

“You don't paint ? I'll accompany you later.” repeat asking because there is no response.

“Oh, what did you just say ?” Mark is now conscious of his daydreams and tries to focus.

“You're so daydreaming. Why ?” Fiona turns to sit next to Mark.

“I did not daydream, just looked at you earlier.” he replied then shifted a little away from Fiona because he felt his body parts began to react just by sitting close to his lover.

Even Mark turned his face to avoid the thing he wanted to happen when he saw the curves of Fiona's makeup behind the thin and mini parts he wore and also never felt.

“Fiona, I haven't had a shower. Later that night you'll be with me painting. Now I want to shower first.” said Mark immediately looking for an excuse when Fiona shifted closer to him.

“Virulent once why did he rush off ?” Fiona looked at the back of her lover who had already passed. “I feel like he's staying away from me. But why ? Is it possible because she hasn't taken a shower?” he guessed it himself.

Two hours later Mark was in his study. He started painting but he was alone in there without Fiona's company, because he did not intentionally tell her.

Fiona from earlier was still sitting in the living room and watching the news on television.

“Where is Mark, why hasn't he come back here ?” his murmur settled the clock hanging on the wall and it had already been 2 more hours passed. “Maybe he's still resting. Let it go first, I'll catch up with him.”

He didn't want to interrupt Mark's break because he knew the man was tired all day of painting for a few days nonstop.

Many of the orders came after the viral painting of Mark's virgin flowers some time ago.

“She didn't come back too, is it possible to have slept ?” he was still waiting for Mark.

Because he felt tired of waiting, he turned off the television and walked to Mark's room.

“Kosong.” said Fiona after opening the door and found the room empty.

He went straight to Mark's office. Because that's where the guy is if he's not in the room.

“Fiona ?” Mark is surprised to see the sudden arrival of Fiona even the girl embraces him from the side. “You haven't slept yet?” staring intensely at Fiona.

“You said I could accompany you to paint but I've been waiting for you not to call me too.” he said with a slightly spoiled tone and a small smile.

“You can see for yourself everything is done now.”

“Oh, if so we should rest.” Fiona just pulled her boyfriend's hand out of there and into Mark's room.

After they change, Fiona moves into Mark's room and sleeps at the man's request.

They both lie in positions facing each other.

The fire on his body that had been extinguished now again began to flare up when it was close to Fiona.

“Fiona... I can't sleep.” said Mark whispering softly in the girl's ear that was blushing straight.

“Why ?”

Mark didn't answer the world immediately showed it by kissing Fiona's red lips.

“You look beautiful and sexy tonight I really can't help it anymore.” he said removing the lip link and then switch to kiss Fiona's chest.

“Aaah...” sighs Fiona when all her clothes have been dated from her place and Mark makes marks everywhere on her body.

“Mark, I can't stand it now either.” Fiona took off all of Mark's clothes and pulled the man over her.

“You're asking.”

Something down there is already hardened and ready to launch.

“Aah..” Fiona begins to sigh as Mark's rocket glides into her.

Repeatedly Fiona sighed because she felt a matchless favor.

Unbeknownst to them the sound******those who take turns are heard to the host Gilbert.

“That voice...” out of curiosity, the man came out of the house and walked quietly to the side of Mark's room.

And sure enough the voice there sounded loud.

“So he has a real lover.” of course that he said in his heart.

The man then went back into his house.

The next morning Mr. Gilbert sat on the porch waiting to see the woman who had last night become Mark's bedmate.

“While why he's just out with Fiona's mannequin again. So where's the woman Mark slept with last night?” his mind was more curious.