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I woke up alone in the house. My head was pounding so hard that I could barely stand.
I touched my head. "Damn, how much did I drink?"
I carefully got out of bed and had to support myself on the bed’s edge. It was dark. Right, when I lifted my head, he said something to me about a mission or something. I sighed.
The nausea came back, and I rushed to the bathroom, sat in front of the toilet, and emptied my stomach. I flushed and went to the sink. My face went pale. I washed my hands and splashed water on my face, then froze in front of the mirror.
Oh God... THAT'S RIGHT... HE AND I...
I stared into the mirror and screamed. I unconsciously put my face in my hands, feeling like steam was rising from my head, so red and warm I got. I turned around with a racing heart.
He and I… became one…
I ran my hands through my hair as I went down to the kitchen.
Should I prepare something? Isn’t that what a wife does?
I scratched my head questioningly. I shrugged. It’s worth a try. I had to lean against the wall. The floor was slowly spinning under me, and my stomach growled.
I hate this, and besides... it burns down there... it hurts.
That damned bastard just shoved it in like I was his charger. My phone was on the kitchen island, and I scrolled through it. A few emails... but no call and no text message.
Why did that bother me? Maybe he’s busy... but he could at least send something...
I waved my hand dramatically and then laid my head on the kitchen island. I grinned unconsciously at the thought that I enjoyed being with him like last night, but he murmured a few things I forgot. I sighed. From the kitchen, you could see half of the living room. The light flickered on and off.
I’m such a coward when it comes to stuff like this.
I got goosebumps. I cautiously lifted my head as the uneasy feeling grew stronger. My grip on my phone tightened. The entire house's lights went out, and I screamed.
WTF... Gojo’s house is modern; this can’t happen.
I cautiously got up on tiptoes, alarmed, and headed towards the living room.
What the hell is going on... when I got there, I looked towards the windows that took up the entire right side.
Huh?...
I relaxed just as six men in black, faces covered, with an emblem on their chests, broke through the window. I shielded my face with my arms as the glass shards hit my skin. I bit my lip at the pain.
