So My First Two-Wife Love

Mischievous

"I think I should mark you once again."

Gibran and his mischief, or does this seem to be our delinquency?

"You are so frustrated, Gibran." I muttered as Gibran almost reached my lips.

Her warm breath hit my face and burned my whole body.

"Isn't it still too early for a farewell?" once again I said while returning her seductive gaze.

Passion radiated clearly from the glare of her dim eyes as she glanced at my lips many times.

"Yes, but I don't think next time it'll be this easy...."

The more we talk, the lower the tone of our voice, the more intimate this atmosphere becomes.

"I told you that this house has a different kind of magic, right?" Gibran spoke again while stroking my lips impatiently.

"Magical?"

"Something that makes it hard to get rid of this desire."

"I don't want it, Gibran...."

"I bet on my feelings, you're as frustrated as I am, Jasmine."

"Oh yeah?"

Gibran did not say anything more, not because he lost his words but because his lips were already busy exploring mine.

He pressed my nape, deepened this sinful kiss, biting my lips on purpose until I grimaced and took the gap to close in even deeper.

"Nl...."

I make sure it's not ******, it's just my reaction when Gibran's other hand pulls my chin down until my lips open and he's getting louder.

His tongue held my tongue and my teeth, gulping my saliva like thirst while I let him play without replying even though I enjoyed the kiss he gave me after he had lulled me.

"Reply to me, Jasmine... I'm really frustrated, you have to take responsibility!" pinta Gibran after letting go of my lips for a moment.

"Why should?"

"Oh please, Jasmine ...."

"Please ...."

"Damn it!"

I was quite surprised when Gibran cursed, but it made it clear that he wanted my kiss so much that I deliberately played him.

"Doubt?"

"Please, give me one kiss ...."

"Well... I think I'm fucking shit!" I said before letting Gibran kiss me again but this time I got back at him.

To be honest I was a little sorry to return the kiss because I'm getting drunk right now.

Gibran began to be impatient, he seemed to be tormented with our kisses because I prevented his hands from touching my curves until he vented all his passion on our increasingly wild kisses.

"Jasmine.." Jasmine...."

My grandmother's voice called from the outside and it was the end of our hot kiss.

I sat back in my place as if nothing had happened while Gibran wiped the rest of the saliva on his lips and looked at me unwillingly but I deliberately ignored it.

Not long after that my grandmother walked into the house, pushing a trolley where Aurora seemed to be fast asleep.

"Why diem-dieman? You guys fighting again?" asked my grandmother right after seeing Gibran's expression which clearly held back from being annoyed that my grandmother had come when I had just released her hand but she had not had time to explore.

"Yes, we've had a fight" Gibran replied, choking me, who happened to have just gulped my juice.

"Drink slowly, Jasmine...." My grandmother reminded me while patting my shoulder.

"Drinking slowly dong ex-wife, the conversation was making you thirsty, huh?"

Fucking gibran!

Look at how he smiles satisfied now, having twice mentioned the mouth-fighting that made my stomach tingle in shame.

"Diem deh ex-husband, mending you spit home gih!"

"Later if I go home you miss, our business will still not be finished...."

"Ha... Ha... Ha... What business is still not going?" I laughed to face Gibran who was in this shitty fashion.

"There's no more trouble between you. Even though you've separated you still have Aurora." replied my grandmother as she carried Aurora and took her to her room.

Now it's just me and Gibran at this dinner table, the guy still looks at me with the same glint.

"To yuk's backyard," she asked, I knew what her goal was.

"Son, I'm a lager about to eat," I refused firmly.

"Just a minute...."

"No! Yes, Gibran, don't visit!"

"Have not been, right?"

"Isa... Ask to get beat up?"

"What cake?"

"Well?"

"Can you choose?"

Huh Jasmine's.... It's too early to go crazy and lose control!

Regretting that I just realized my stupidity now that Gibran looks more and more in the clouds.

I chose to be quiet after that, embarrassed because I knew exactly we were sharing the same thoughts now and Gibran was enjoying all these moments until he laughed softly.

"Rora's clothes are like a lot of small ones, Jasmine.." said my grandmother when she came back from her room and approached us which immediately made Gibran stop his laughter.

Look at how he played the role of being an oppressed man so easily in front of my grandmother.

"Jasmine, you're mad at Gibran."

For God's sake, I want to dump Gibran on Neptune right now.

"I'm not angry!" I replied in a tone as sweet as possible but I knew that I could never pretend.

"Nothing so granny, hate the same love is different thin." said Gibran with a polite tone as possible, so calm and unpretentious as if he was a wise man, the bottom of two faces!

"Jasmine.." Jasmine...." My grandmother rebuked me once again.

"Yes, I'm good with him. Grandma wants me to be good, how else? Spoiled with him or friendly with him?"

"Good idea, let's just talk!"

"Diem loe!"

"Ex-wife, don't be rude .... The ex-husband is sad." Gibran protested in a persecuted tone, it looks like Gibran just finished watching the soap opera until the end. He's so dramatic!

Oh, myGod! Why would I fall in love with a guy like him?

"Miss! Get rid of him, please!" my whining can't take it anymore.

"Just let's not fight here and make Grandma's head hurt, let's go buy Rora's clothes. Rora's clothes have been a lot of small." my grandmother's proposal, it's been a long time he did not show an expression like this. The expression of the headache was due to my and Gibran's behavior.

Maybe this also makes me feel familiar with all these situations, because it feels like we're going back in time when things were still okay.

"agree! Come on ex-wife, we'll buy clothes for our beloved daughter!" gibran excitedly got up from his seat and pulled my wrist.

"Grand!!!"

"Go there, go... Don't be noisy here!" said my grandmother who blatantly kicked us out.

"Miss, I got kidnapped!"

"Don't forget to buy Rora's clothes!"

"Ahhh grandma.." I was so frustrated, my grandmother blatantly sided with Gibran that Gibran kept dragging me along with him.

"Let's have an ex-wife, our son will wake up...."

"Remove you?!"

"So!"

"Sir, please. save your grandson....."

"Byeee!"

Dang! It seems that I had to ruin my mind before because Gibran was still not this dangerous and it looks like my safety will be threatened in his hands!

Oh my God, protect your servant who has just been this khilaf....