Chapter Thirty-Four

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Chapter Thirty-Four





Leron Angelo's POV







When I opened my eyes the next morning, my immediate question to myself was "where am I and whose house is this?"








Imagine opening your eyes and making contact with the unfamiliar ceiling. Who would not be scared and panicked?









However, the second question came immediately after I started yawning. Why does my jaw hurt so much? 





“O-ow! What happened to me?”







Because of that, even though I was not familiar with this room, I hurriedly got out of bed and looked for a mirror. I want to see my face. Because I just suddenly thought that, because I drank too much alcohol at Emman's party, I might have gotten into a fight and my whole face was swollen. That's why my jaw is hurting like this.




That's the only reason I could think of—





“Then suck me off.”




“Ah, suck it now.”






“Try sucking me off until there. And don't use your teeth, understood?”







“H-huh?” What are those images?





“So you're finally awake, huh?”




After having those flashbacks in my mind, I heard someone talking from behind me. That made me flinch and immediately turn to face that stranger. 






And here I thought, remembering myself sucking someone's member was already the most shocking revelation to me, but Declan, standing in front of me right now, beat that out of my head. 







So basically, I was at Declan's place at the moment. The reason why my jaw hurt is because I sucked someone's dick last night. And that someone turns out to be Declan. And he is now standing right here in front of me. 










Okay, cool.









That's all I did when I was drunk. Fuck.






”Does your jaw hurt?” I was so deeply lost in my thoughts that I didn't notice Declan was already hovering over me. His hands were gently cupping my face while slightly rubbing my jaw.








Hmm? He's finally talking to me. Did we talk about something last night? Are we back together already? I don't really remember anything about us talking about it.








But even so, if he's touching me softly like this just like in the past, maybe it's not that bad anymore.









”Hey, I'm asking you. Do we need to see a doctor?” He asked with a small frown on his face. I shake my head and ruffle my curly hair. 









“Did your tongue also get hurt last night?” He asked, with a playful smirk plastered on his face. I felt my cheeks burning and immediately turned away from his intimidating stare. 








”N-no, I don't. Thank you though.” I managed to give him what he wants. And as a result of that, he turn his back on me so I immediately return my gaze on him.







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