Fake Wedding Pledge
CHAPTER 12 The Hypocrite!

Fathan walked very quickly and finally he reached the room. He did not accept to find Azkira dared to answer and argue. "We see where you will lift your head" muttered Fathan, who saw Azkira tidying up the bed that Fathan had slept on last night.

Azkira completed his activities at that time. Then, he stood up and realized that he was being noticed. "Huuf! What more torment will he give me now?" ask Azkira's heart.

"Do you feel like you're winning over me, huh? A woman like you will obviously grow a big head after I want to touch you. You enjoyed it, didn't you?" lontar Fathan sneered at Azkira.

Azkira turned his head and walked slowly to pick Fathan's body. "What answer do you want to hear from my mouth, MY HUSBAND," Azkira said quietly, but with great emphasis.

Fathan's eyes widened when he found Azkira's unexpected attitude. In fact, the man's legs seemed to shift back a few steps. "What is he doing?" inner Fathan was astonished.

Azkira smirked cynically and continued to step forward, until finally Fathan did not find a gap to retreat again and he sat down on the single sofa, which was behind him. The look on his face was very tense when Azkira increasingly get the body until their faces almost clashed. It was a situation that Fathan had never thought of before.

"W-What are you doing?" fathan's frozen stutter, unable to do anything more.

"What am I doing? Hahaha .. isn't my handsome HUSBAND always eager to see my wildness, huumm!" Azkira lifted Fathan's chin with both fingers, until their gazes were level.

Slowly, Azkira began to take off one by one the buttons of Fathan's sleeping pajamas, while giving thin touches on the chest of his hairy and sexy field. "I know you like my mischief, Fathan!" hardik Azkira.

"Shiiit! He made my little brother stiffen," thought Fathan.

"Let's see how I'm going back to torturing you, Fathan. I don't want you to treat me so badly." Azkira still continues to huddle while cursing Fathan all out, even if only in his heart.

Fathan closed his eyes as Azkira began to touch his neck, using Azkira's soft, sultry lips. Really, Fathan's feelings were made to soar far through the air. His breath was no longer lost at that moment.

"Siaaal! He has really stirred up my maleness instincts with his actions." Fathan's mind as he glared at Azkira's increasingly bold touch.

Fathan's burning passion left him unable to think anymore. He immediately strayed himself until his heirloom was plastered with no barriers. However, Azkira actually went for a run and locked himself in the bathroom after successfully making Fathan on fire.

"Huhft! He's really hooked. Basic hypocrite. He said he wouldn't touch me" said Azkira when he was in the bathroom.

"Laughs! How dare he torment me like this" ringis Fathan endured the insistence of his delayed desire for Azkira to escape and leave himself in a very tormented state.

"Look, how long you will be strong hiding there," raced Fathan while grimacing uncomfortably.

"Why is there no sound? Is he gone?" inward Azkira wondered.

10 minutes ....

20 minutes ....

30 Minutes passed ....

"It looks like the arrogant man is gone already." Smiling with relief, Azkira came out of the bathroom.

"It's really good to work with, hihihi," Azkira muttered with a small laugh.

"Oh, so you're pranking me, right? You think you're smarter than me, huh?" With a surprise Fathan had been clenched and locked Azkira's body from behind.

"Aaaakkhh! Unhand me!" ronta Azkira with all her might.

"Shut up! You have teased me, haven't you? Let's do it again. I want to see how wild you are."

"Ciii! Not want. Hypocritical policy," Azkira recalls.

"Whatdidyou say? Repeat what you said!" pinta Fathan gripped Azkira's cheek.

"Purely! You even said you wouldn't touch me, but what happened, huh? Look that! You have snatched away my most precious crown," pointed Azkira at the bedsheet he had not yet replaced. There the patches of blood kegadisnnya still appear to be impregnated, even though it has dried.

Fathan's eyes turned, following Azkira's direction. "Oh, so that's why he didn't change the sheets that were affected by those blood spots?" inward Fathan who still clutched Azkira with the bare chest of his field.

"Deliver!" Azkira stomped on Fathan's feet as the man complained of pain.

Azkira ran from there. But Fathan continued to pursue him. I don't know what's going to happen next.