Book 2: The Seventeen Heirs Series; Jeon Wonwoo (SEVENTEEN FANFIC)

36: AWFUL

{A/N: I'm sorry for just updating now. School's being a b*tch and I need to face the hell of it but anyways, here is it! Enjoy reading, Loves!}

Leanne woke up due to someone poking her. It was nice waking up today. For once, her eyes were not swollen and her head was not aching.

She opened her lids and sunlight streaming from the window greeted her view.

Weird. The window on her room wasn't supposed to be facing her.

A soft sigh that was coming from behind her told her that she's not alone in the foreign room.

Her sleepy-dazed eyes widened when the realization hit her lagging head.

She's not in her room! She's in someone else's!

Drat!

She shifted and she became aware of the heavy arm lying around her waist and a masculine leg twisted along her legs. Heat burned her cheeks when she felt something hard cradling her behind. And that basically answered the questions probing her morning-hazed brain.

I slept with Wonwoo last night.

She tightly shut her eyes close and waited for the wave of regret to wash over her, or for the worst to come but nothing. If there's anything she's feeling right at the moment, it's contentment and complacency.

For everything that happened last night, her broken heart swelled in happiness from it — except she doesn't feel broken at all.

Sighing, she turned around carefully to face Wonwoo. She was immediately greeted by his warm breath. Alcohol lingered in his breath and she was reminded of how drunk he was last night.

Her forehead creased. Was he drunk when he made love to her?

She mentally shook her head at her own question. Maybe not. How he made love to her and told her he was all but drunk. The gentleness of how he took her virginity, the look in his eyes as he moved inside her. He took care of her and gave her pleasure before he took his own and that's something no drunken man could give and share.

Suddenly she felt her cheeks burning. Memories of last night were like a fever in her head, burning her . . .

She shook her head. Thoughts like that are dangerous, especially when she's lying under this covers stark naked with an aroused male flesh. Those saying about morning hard-on were true. She always thought it as overrated.

Leanne sighed. She should get up. As much as she wanted nothing but stay there with him and cuddle, she knows she can't. She needs to leave. Besides, she needs to be at the office early.

Planting a soft kiss on Wonwoo's pouting mouth; she carefully removed his arm and leg from her and got out of bed.

He didn't move as much as twitch. He may be really tired about last night.

She stood up and immediately frowns at the pain between her thighs.

Damn, but it stung!

She tried to walk against the muscles that were aching in some places of her body that she didn't pay attention before.

She picked up her clothes one by one before looking for her phone. There were 15 missed calls and 10 unread messages. Some were from Leo and Ravi asking about Wonwoo while mostly were from Sey Chelle.

Shacks! She forgot to call her last night.

She was about to call her when right on timing, Sey Chelle herself called her. Without thinking twice, she answered her call — and wished she didn't. Because what she said only made all of these seem more temporary than it already was.