"You're playing with lightening Yoon Jeonghan. I'm not an innocent woman. Go play with little girls because I, Cennet Kaplan, I play with guns and grenades"
1 year,
1 life,
1 girl,
And 1 man who doesn't give two shits about his idol image. His hear...
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My first kill.
My eyelids flicker open. Ugh. Another nightmare. It's a memory, but it keeps haunting me, making it feel like a nightmare.
I squint, trying to adjust to the brightness of the room. Slowly I finally open them. The mattress is hard. Why is it hard? I take in my surrounding. It feels awfully familiar.
My room.
Why and how the hell am I in my bedroom? I try to sit up but a sharp pain in my head sends me back to the bed. Ouch! I try again, I drag myself until I rest against the headboard. I massage my temples, struggling to recall how I ended up here, the last thing I remember is me with one-hella-fine-ass-man.
Mr Blonde.
My head throbs, it hurts so much, I'm struggling to keep my eyes open so I shut them. Didn't we agree to go somewhere and have a nice time last night? I remember us kissing, his hands on my body, me moaning his name out loud as we rolled and danced in the sheets.
What's was his name?
And If I did sleep with him why am I in my room? I know better than to bring a man home. I never bring a man home. Never! So what happened?
My door opens and Ms Lee walks in holding a tray. The aroma of whatever she's holding hits my nostrils and I run into the bathroom. I kneel before the toilet bowl and empty my insides. Shit. I never throw up. What is wrong with me. I'm not pregnant and? No I can't because I have an Implant and I never sleep with a man without protection. Plus the last time I had sex was over a year ago.
"Are you alright?" Ms Lee asks as I walk back into the room.
"I feel like shit" I murmur, collapsing on the bed.
"It's good you threw up. Get all that alcohol out of your system" She continues.
"What alcohol? I never get drunk" I reach for my phone but the screen brightness has me hissing so I fling it across the bed.
"You don't. But you did. Now sit up and eat this soup. Take this hangover syrup when you're done. That fine young man got it for you. Call him and thank him when you're done " She instructs with a serious expression.
"What fine young man?" I ask, sitting up.
"The one who brought you home__"
"This morning?"
"He brought you home last night Cennet. Less than three hours after you left" She says, giving me that disappointed look. I've messed up.
