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

44: LINCHPIN

LEANNE AIANNE'S POV

Argh! My head was pounding and it felt like exploding, even my eyes wants to pop out of my head in pain.

I feel like shit! And the glare of the sun was not helping at all. And what's that noise? Damn! What time is it? Why is the sun striking on me so much?

I slowly got up from the bed and closed my eyes shut until the dizziness slowly faded. My stomach was churning, and I can tell that it was not a good sign.

I immediately roam my eyes around the room to find a proper place to puke, but that feeling vanished directly when I saw how the surroundings differ from the place I'm expecting to wake up in.

For one thing, the room was not my hotel room.

The sheets and the pillowcase were soft beige instead of the black ones I was used to. And the hotel logo was nowhere to be found that I usually see first when I wake up. The walls were painted white and gold, and the floor was made of wood tiles. And there were also those soft golden curtains that were swaying because of the wind from the huge veranda and that huge glass window just at the side.

Okay . . . so where am I? This was obviously not a hotel.

I tried to remember what happened last night, but I can't connect each of them. I could remember I was with Sey and Ravi in a club. They pulled me out, I got drunk . . . and . . .

Oh yeah . . . I definitely did that, huh?

I was drunk because of a broken heart. And now, I'm here — in a strange place, somewhere I don't know, with my bloody drunk head.

Oh shit! Who brought me here?!

I took a moment. I calmed down and feel myself first, and I didn't feel anything unusual. I feel fine, except the extreme headache.

And where the hell is this place?

Even if the pain in my head is killing me, I forced myself to move and get out of the bed. There's no way I'd lie down on top of it again knowing that I'm with someone I don't know.

Wait . . . It was Ravi who brought me here, right? But why do I feel that he's not?

I stopped and my forehead creased when I saw a glass of water on top of the bedside table with a few tablets of pain killers.

Drink this when you wake up. It will help you feel better.

My brow jerked up at the tone of the writing. Too bossy. But it still sounded concerned. And I drank it anyway. My head needs it, and I need no take away the pain.

I stood up and let the thick blanket fall on the floor. The fabric slid down my body, down to my legs and whispered against my bare skin.

I blankly stared at my bare legs.

Holy shit!

I'm only wearing a white shirt that was half covering my thigh, and nothing else!

"What the heck?!" I almost shrieked.

What am I wearing? Where are my clothes? Did someone take it off me? And I just can't remember or even just feel it?

Oh no! No, no, no. They did not do that.

God! I groaned, covering my face with my hands. I couldn't believe I was that drunk last night?

I moved speedily looking for my things. I need to find my phone. My bag. My clothes! Where are they!?

I looked around the whole room, but I found nothing. Even the cabinets were empty. I stepped out to the veranda, and I was arrested.