The False Lover the Culun
Chapter 41. The other side of Gibran

# Sherina POV #

I closed my eyes as I thought my heartbeat was starting to hunt.

When will this kiss end. My inner.

I felt Gibran's hand pressing down on my nape. One more hand was suddenly on my back. Gently caressing makes me even more comfortable with our current activities.

I'm the one who started enjoying this all spontaneously put my hand on the chest of Gibran's field.

Without me knowing I avenge every treatment Gibran's tongue. The fight was going on in there, and it ended with me being anxious and biting Gibran's lower lip.

The link of our lips slipped for a moment, our foreheads stuck to my breath still hunting as well as her.

"You dare bite my lip" he said amidst his efforts to collect oxygen.

Shamefully, I was about to put an end to all this madness, but Gibran didn't seem to want it all to end.

He brought our lips together again, and now he again announces everything that is in there.

As our kiss grew more demanding, I finally failed to hold back my sigh as I felt Gibran's lips soaked from our kiss now peeking in the recesses of my neck.

Wrongfully. This is wrong, what Gibran did has gone even further. My inner.

His breath, wet lips brought a new feeling for the first time. Like someone was rummaging through my stomach.

I wanted to refuse, but in fact I raised my head even more when the pleasure of playing Gibran on my neck reached its peak.

A few seconds later, Gibran ended it all. The man gently distanced his body from me. He leaned on his chair, and then he put both hands on the driver.

"Actually I never imagined I would reveal all this in the car" he said, followed by a laugh.

"But Sherina, what after this you still think if what happened between us is all fake?" Ask.

I, who had turned my face out the window, now turned to look at him.

"You mean?"

"I'm sorry I was stupid Sherina. I've never felt this before. I don't know how to be gentle or romantic like other men" she said

"Since childhood, my mother taught me very hard. Being the only son of this family was exhausting for little Gibran, but I learned to accept everything because I didn't know what to do."

"Until I start to know how to rebel. All the frustration and inner pressure due to my mother's hard upbringing, I vent by driving a vehicle on the highway. That was the beginning of me loving the racing world."

I saw Gibran take a deep breath, there seemed to be a stifling thing that was now propping up his mind.

"My disappointment grew even more when the father figure that I used to be the place to complain about did not support my decision to be more focused and serious in the racing world. He wants me to be like him. "

I looked at Gibran fixedly, there was pain, there was hurt, there was disappointment that was evident in both of his net.

Now replace Gibran who turned his face, staring out of the window.

"Dad asked me to continue all his hard work during this time" he explained.

"I was forced to stay with a position and power that was not my desire" he continued.

The expression in Gibran's heart is heartbreaking. Behind such a hard figure, there is another side of Gibran that is in fact fragile.

Out of nowhere, I grabbed Gibran's hand and clasped him tightly.

It apparently made Gibran turn his eyes back to me.

"I don't know how to be gentle Sherina, I don't know how to be romantic like other men. I also find it difficult to express how I feel, even I find it difficult to control my emotions." I'm her.

"But if that's what you want, I'll try to do it for you" he said.

I could see there was seriousness and determination from his gaze.

"Now that the choice is yours, do you still want to assume all this is just a falsehood? Or are you willing to start living all this in earnest?" Ask.

"I didn't force you Sherina. If you still need to convince yourself, then I'll wait.

In my heart I also admit that I am not much different from him. I'm also stupid, I don't know how to express if I feel the same way about him.

I kept quiet for a long time, my brain worked hard to find the right words to answer Gibran but the results were nil. My brain tonight seems tired and can't think clearly.

Don't want Gibran to wait any longer and end up messing up tonight's opportunity.

Stupid fuck! My inner.

With the rest of the courage I had, I took off the seat belt that had been restricting my movements ever since.

Both my hands cupped the handsome face of Gibran which tonight is very bright, very dazzling.

Cup.

Jesus, I kissed Gibran's lips first. My cry in my heart

"Is this an answer?" Ask.

My face suddenly warmed up, I was 1,000% sure if my face was now flushed like a tomato, or maybe red like a boiled crab.

It seemed Gibran was trying to hold back his laughter. And out of nowhere my courage came, now I have reunited our lips through a kiss.

A kiss more demanding than ever. Longer and farther away, because Gibran's kiss only ended when I was aghast when I realized that Gibran's kiss had now begun to fall and was about to reach my chest.

Gibran understood my surprise, he stopped the action. Our breaths are hunting each other.

Gibran began to restart the car engine, and began to drive it to leave the shop parking lot where we acknowledged each other's feelings.

"Where are we going?" My toot.

One hand he used to hold my hand.

"We have to find a hotel, baby" he replied.

"Ho-hotel?"

Gibran.

"But for what?" Ask again.

Gibran did not answer, he only kissed the back of my hand that had been in his hand.

Suddenly, the romantic atmosphere turned into horror for me.

'What does Gibran want to do at the hotel with me?'

'Can't Gibran be mean to me?'

'What Gibran is like any other br*hsek man who demands his woman to relate ...' Even in my mind I cannot continue my words.

I shook my head which was now filled with bad thoughts about what was likely to happen.

I didn't realize the car had stopped and now Gibran had gone down first and switched to open the car door for me.

"Come," he asked.

I'm shaking.

"We just go back to the villa, people are definitely looking for us" I refused.

"I'm upset baby, don't want to get any more upset when I see their faces." Persuaded it.

I still don't budge from where I sit.

"Dear baby, what makes you behave like this?" Ask.

I was worried, should I say my concern.

I look at Gibran's face now not as friendly as before.

"You want to go down and walk by yourself, or I'll carry you?"

It was a difficult choice, but seeing Gibran getting ready to carry me I got out of the car immediately.

Gibran grabbed my waist, and we walked in together.

Not a second did Gibran let me get away from him. If he doesn't grab my waist, he'll grab my shoulder or hold my finger. Maybe he knew of my plan to escape.

When we were both in the room, my heart was beating more and more. I chose to stand in front of a large window that showed a swimming pool that was not too big.

I jumped as two hands wrapped around my stomach from behind.

"Look, baby, it's me not to be afraid" he said.

"What is your attitude to think that I'm going to force you to do that?" Ask.

I nodded with doubt.

Gibran now answered me in the same position, until his breath felt warm running through the niche of my neck.

"Although I really want to, but I'll never force you. I want to do everything at the right time, too" Gibran explained, making me feel a little calm.

"I invited you here because I don't like to see you moody like you were in the villa" he continued.

Gibran flipped my body to face him.

"Now sleep, tomorrow morning we have to go back to the villa" he said, ending with a kiss on my forehead.

🌸🌼🌸 To be continued 🌸🌼🌸