The Beloved Lady of Mr. Dama

Chapter 15

After hesitating for a few seconds, he decided to wait and see what was about to happen and quietly looked out of the gap. Sure enough, he saw a man and a woman standing in front of him. The man was her husband, Dama, and the woman was indeed a famous artist, Jasmine.

Alya never thought that in the bathroom she would see her husband having an affair with another woman. He sat down in the toilet, a little confused.

"First." Jasmine's voice was very spoiled. "You haven't been to my place in a long time" said Jasmine curled up at Dadan Dama.

Jasmine was secretly delighted when Dama did not push her, and her hand slowly moved to her belt.

"I'll ask the bodyguards to guard outside" Jasmine said.

Alya could see them hugging through a small crack. They hugged each other as he had seen on the news a few days ago, but today, he watched it live coupled with an ambiguous moaning voice.

Alya started imagining all sorts of things in her mind and was naturally afraid that they would put on an erotic show in front of her. He watched intensely and did not even dare to breathe too hard, for fear of being discovered.

Dama's physical strength was always good, and he always spent a very long time when they made out. If he and Jasmine did it here, wouldn't that mean he would have to stay in this restroom for an hour or two?

"Wait a minute!" Alya pinched herself hard. "When did my imagination get so wild?"

Both of them seem to be in the mood for some love. Jasmine crouched down right in front of Dama and looked at him with a pair of charming watery eyes. No man could resist the intimate movements and expressions of a beautiful woman like Jasmine.

Jasmine started her career as a jolly and friendly girl. These postures and expressions are not in line with the image of the past year.

Alya turned her gaze, deciding not to look anymore. His mind was completely empty. The only thing that echoed in his ears was Jasmine's voice. Suddenly, he felt that Jasmine's voice was not as comfortable as he admitted, he felt somewhat disgusting.

Resisting the nausea inside, he simply reached out and covered his ears to protect the sound from entering his eardrum. He did not want to hear their voices anymore.

Dama looked at Jasmine, who was crouching in front of him. Her eyes are charming and her face is charming. From her point of view, she could see Jasmine's chest no matter how, Alya's makeup-free face appeared in her mind; a gaze when she was angry but did not dare to say anything; a gaze when she asked for help, a look when she asked for help, a puppy-like expression as he looked at her with big sparkling eyes.

Whenever they were in the midst of erotic lust, Alya became shy like a naive young girl. They had done so many times, yet he was always shy and timid. He would never be as bold and dazzling as Jasmine. Initially, Dama was indifferent and calm, his heart was as calm as a lake. However, when he thought of Alya he suddenly became awake and had an erection.

Jasmine who saw that was overjoyed, thinking that she had managed to tease him. He extended his hand with great enthusiasm.

"First."

"Wake up!"

A cold voice echoed in Jasmine's ears. He couldn't believe it and thought he heard wrong.

"A- What?" asked Jasmine stammered.

"Didn't you hear me?" firmly Dama frowned impatiently. His facial features were cold and hard as he locked his dark eyes onto her.

"Wake up!" snarled Dama again.

Jasmine grabbed the sink and stood up, her body trembling slightly. He did not believe that he could resist her seduction.

The sudden sound of a cell phone made Dama and Jasmine stare at each other because it was not from their cell phone.

Jasmine hid behind the man and whispered, "Is that paparazzi?"

Mama's face changed in an instant, and her eyes were cold. He looked directly at the bathroom where the ringtone rang and said in a sharp voice, "Get out!"

"Oh my God!" inner Alya.

Alya fumbled to grab her phone in her pants. He had not expected his phone to ring at such a crucial moment. When he received the call, he ended the call immediately without looking at the screen. With so he heaved a sigh of relief, the small door was pushed open with brute force with a loud bang.

Alya looked up in panic. Their eyes meet. The atmosphere is very awkward.

"Ehem." Ashamed, Alya reached out to ruffle her hair and greeted them awkwardly. "Hello, you two," said Alya.

Dama was astonished, and there was a hint of astonishment in him the black air He did not expect to see his young wife here!