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

49: MY RENEGADE

LEANNE AIANNE'S POV

My heart started to pick up a frantic rhythm, my breath was suddenly cut short, and my palms grew moist as I gawked at the man standing inside the room.

He was looking right at me and I felt the air flew out of my lungs. In a dark suit, shirt and a discarded tie, he looked wild, unshaven and bleary-eyed. His hair was messed up and he looked he hadn't been to bed since the last time I've seen him.

He seems so surprised just as I am. But there was the unmistakable feral intensity in his eyes. My throat suddenly ran dry.

"W-what are you doing here?" I asked and tried to stave off the emotional pain of seeing him again.

It was weird, and I couldn't articulate it in words, but it felt strangely right that he's here, with me. Strange, because this shouldn't feel right. He shouldn't be here. I shouldn't feel relieved and happy.

I nervously wait for his answer. But he didn't answer. He just continued staring at me with grim face, his eyes sparked I thought I could feel them burning at me, pinning my feet on the ground.

In slow motion, he started to walk to me and my heart almost stopped only to pump faster. Without taking his eyes off me, he took every purposeful step to close the remaining space between us and I couldn't blink as I watched him coming nearer, my heart increasingly beating faster.

In the back of my mind, I knew what he was intending to do. And I knew what I had to do. But I was not moving. I didn't want to.

In slow motion, he started to walk to me and my heart almost stopped only to pump faster. Without taking his eyes off me, he took every purposeful step to close the remaining space between us and I couldn't blink as I watched him coming nearer, my heart increasingly beating faster.

In the back of my mind, I knew what he was intending to do. And I knew what I had to do. But I was not moving. I didn't want to.

So when his head dipped down, closer and closer, when his mouth finally touched mine, I dare not push him. And that was the only moment I let my eyes drift close and relive the moment, couldn't fight the way my body sang.

I felt his big hand cradled the back of my head, angling me so he could deepen the kiss with expert sensuality. The sensation of that soft, yet firm mouth was so exquisite against my waiting lips that I had to grab onto the fabric of his shirt to hold on.

His other hand found its way to my spine, pulling me into him, arching my spine, pressing me to his hard chest as he kept on tasting me with his tongue, kissing me harder by the seconds.

When he stopped and pulled away, we were both panting and running out of breath, his hands still cupping my face, his forehead touching mine.

"Wonwoo . . .?" I breathed out, wondering, my heart pumping painfully against my ribs.

"Tell me you're staying." He rasped with hope glittering in his eyes.

For a while, I didn't comprehend what he said. My head was still spinning from lack of oxygen, until the haze slowly faded and I was left staring at Wonwoo . . . And remembered the reason why I came back.

I gasped. "My passport!"

I immediately flew away from hi embrace and run towards the room. I opened the drawer on my bedside table and I immediately found what I was looking for. I sighed. Of all the things I forgotten, it has to be my passport. Good thing that Ravi asked me about it. I could have missed my flight if we were too late.

I checked my watch. I only have hour and half left before I go.

Wonwoo.

I didn't expect that he would be here. He doesn't know I'll be leaving today, but now, it seemed that he does. And he would do something to stop me.