His Purpose
44. Consequences

"Have you seen me all this time? A shield that saves you from destruction."

Silent. Tension was running between them. Gibran approached slowly, snorting as he locked Mary against the wall. "You haven't changed."

Maria blinked, her forehead frowning at Gibran who was now only a few inches away from her face. "What?"

The man did not answer. He looked back at Mary in silence. A few minutes passed, both in the same position. Then Gibran moved away and went before Mary.

The man sauntered away, leaving behind Maria who inevitably snorted while throwing a sharp delicacy.

"You trying to tease me?"

Gibran ignored Maria's question. The man casually pressed the elevator button and prepared to enter when suddenly Maria caught up with him.

"Unfortunately I'm not the cheap servant Jesi you want to kiss" he said, now standing in the elevator, staring at Gibran with a cynical look.

For a moment Gibran was glued back to Mary's gaze. He went in and stood beside the woman. The corners of his lips twitched thinly, "You're jealous?"

Maria gaped up, looking up in disbelief at Gibran. "I? Jealousy?"

"That's right. I just accidentally saw those red marks on his neck. Disgusts."

The elevator opens on the second floor. Mary was about to come out with her feet stomping past Gibran. Just a step past the door line, a push hard enough attacked his back from behind.

Maria screamed in shock. Even more surprised when Gibran pressed him against the wall and locked Mary with one arm, while the other hand lifted Mary's chin up, and what Maria felt next was a loud kiss accompanied by a small bite that Gibran did on her neck.

Maria stared with wide eyes. His mouth opened wide with an extraordinary face of shock.

"Ap-Ap ..." He stammered, unable to say anything.

The sound of decapitation produced a strange noise on Maria's body. Gibran's mouth was hot until it flowed into his pulse and spread to the heart which immediately beat unnaturally.

His blood rippled quickly. Making Mary instantly limp as if losing energy. Gibran held her waist down just as the kiss was over. The man twisted Mary's body, hugging her shoulders from behind, facing a collage of mirrors that spanned the walls to the ceiling above them.

Maria stared at the image of herself and Gibran that looked intimate there. The faces of both are intersecting. Gibran slightly raised Maria's chin to expose the porcelain-white neck that had just fallen victim to her attack.

His thumb rubbed the reddish marks there. His eyes bound Mary in view. Gibran kissed his wife's ear slowly. He whispered in a voice that made Mary crumble until it was difficult to swallow. His feathers stood up to hear Gibran's hoarse and sensual voice.

"Please distinguish where kissmark and where make up. You believe it, it means you've been successfully tricked."

After saying that Gibran immediately released Mary and left her in a state of enticement.

For a moment Maria was just staring at her own shadow, still very surprised by Gibran's sudden attack. However, Maria did not remain silent, she would not allow Gibran to act arbitrarily again.

Maria quickly chased after Gibran who was about to enter the elevator, pulled the man back and then gave a blow to the head.

"Fucking Basis! Fuck doesn't know himself! You kissed me as if you were an asshole!" Maria grabbed Gibran's hair brutally, leaving the man shocked and reflexively groaning.

"Argh-" Raut Gibran looked in pain, but the man tried to hold him back.

Maria wails. He took his hand off Gibran's head slowly.

"Geez. What's that sick?" Mary rubbed Gibran's hair which she had just poked. Then his eyes were fixated on a line of small, transverse sutures behind his head.

Maria sculpts. His frown turned worried knowing there was such a serious wound there.

"Yes God. Koko, i-it's ... This ... This why? Holy hooch! Did I cause—"

Gibran turned around, without warning the man grabbed Maria's face and scooped his lips in a kiss. Maria glares. Again he was surprised because of Gibran.

His rumbling heart beat the thunder, producing turbulent sounds that flowed heat throughout the body.

Mary fused in Gibran's cradle, until her eyes began to close involuntarily.

The pagutan he began to feel on his lips as Gibran sip labuhkan there. For a moment he forgot they were acting. His soul floated by Gibran's intoxicating touch.

In fact, the suction and bite of Gibran inevitably made Maria weak. Yesterday he said the man was unstable because he often behaved in an unclear manner. But, it is precisely here that Mary herself is unable to survive in one decision.

One day he asked Gibran for a divorce, but now he's enjoying his kiss.

Maria blinked as Gibran began to release kisses. The man moved his face away from nothing more than a finger, staring at Maria with his night-dark neutrality.

Their breath is empty. The two looked at each other in silence. Maria blinked trying to pick up the consciousness eroded by Gibran's actions just now. While Gibran, the man faithfully nailed Mary.

"You regret marrying me?" whispered Gibran in front of Mary's face. Their noses almost touched.

"You sure you want a divorce?" ask again.

They were silent for a long time in such a position. Moreover, Mary did not answer the question posed by Gibran.

Gibran rubbed his fingers on Mary's cheek, "I'll divorce you if you want."

"But .. remove this look from your face first."

Maria felt her eyes looming, as well as her blurry vision returning Gibran's gaze.

"Coko has a fiancee" whispered Maria.

"Is that important to you?"

"As long as you want me, then I'll stay by your side."

"But why ..." Maria started crying, "I don't understand exactly what Koko wants? Please don't act like this to me. I'm a weak woman who's easily lulled."

Maria sobs. "I could have ensnared Koko with my selfishness" he continued.

"Then snare me. And I only asked for one thing."

"Forget Gabriel."

Maria sculpted, examining Gibran's unusual appearance. The man looked at her so intricately that Maria was unable to decipher her expression.

"What's? Why?"

Gibran was silent for a long time. He had glanced at Maria's lips that were swollen from the kiss earlier.

"Because you're mine."

"And I don't like to share. Both heart and physical."

"You said you were guilty of everything that happened. That is why responsibility. This marriage is by your own choice."

Silent. Silence enveloped both. Maria was unable to make a sound because the situation seemed very sudden.

"If you want to have me, then you must be prepared for the consequences."