JenLisa AU
Lalisa Manoban never followed anyone else's lead. She didn't have to. Confidence came naturally, and intimidation followed close behind. But Jennie Kim was different. As school president, she held power without flaunting it, and for the f...
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"Lissa..."
The voice was soft and low. I looked around, but the room was empty. My heart started to beat fast. Where did that come from? I wondered.
"Lissa..."
There it was again. This time, I turned around and saw a girl standing in the shadows. Her body looked perfect in the dark. I couldn't see her face yet, but she looked very tempting.
"Who are you? What do you want?" I asked. I tried to make my voice sound strong and serious, the way I always do.
The girl stepped forward into the light. My breath hitched.
It was Jennie, the student president. I always called her "Cat Woman" because she had these sharp, beautiful feline eyes. They were slanted and fierce, just like a cat's. Usually, those eyes looked at me with anger, but tonight they looked different.
She walked straight toward me until our faces were only an inch apart.
"You," she whispered. Her voice was deep and sexy. "I want you, Lisa."
She licked her lips and smiled. I was so confused. Was this a prank? I told myself to stay strong. I wouldn't fall for her temptation. Not in a million years.
At least, that's what I thought.
But then, I looked down. My eyes widened. She was wearing a see-through robe with nothing but lingerie underneath.
Oh my god, I thought. My mind was spinning. I tried to stay calm and kept my "poker face" on. It is my only talent. I acted like I didn't care, but inside, I was freaking out.
Then, everything happened so fast. Suddenly, the robe was gone. I didn't even see her take it off, but now she was standing there, completely naked.
Before I could even think, she grabbed me and began kissing me—a deep, hungry kiss that—
I shot upright in bed, fingers digging into my temples.
What the hell was that?
I took a slow breath, then another, forcing the air out of my lungs until my heartbeat finally settled.
Can that cat woman just let me sleep for once—without hijacking my dreams?
Seriously. Screw her.
It had only been a week since I met her, and somehow it had also been a week of nonstop dreams about her.
Not the good kind. The annoying kind. The kind that mess with your head and leave you waking up tense, irritated, and already exhausted.
No wonder I'd been so short-tempered lately.
At this point, it felt less like dreaming and more like a recurring nightmare.
My thoughts were cut off by aggressive knocking on the door—hard enough that I half-expected it to splinter.
