Chapter 25

LEYSA'S POV

"Ugh."

I touched my head... It's painful. Shit, I don't want to get drunk – ‘because a hangover is real. But wait, I opened my eyes.

"Wait. Where am I?" said my mind.

This is not my room, also not my children's room. I roamed my eyes across the room as I leaned over next to a man with his left hand tightly wrapped around me.

Wait! What? I was analysing who this maniac next to me was, because he was lying down while his left arm was towards me. And he’s not wearing any shirts. That's why I can visibly see his flexing muscles while his sleeping face was facing in my direction.

Shit! It's Frederik Wilford. Damn!

I suddenly sat down so his hand that was holding me moved. Fortunately, it did not wake him up, and yes... I was wearing clothes. But this is not the dress I was wearing last night, it's a man's t-shirt, f*ck!

Did something happen between us? Think Leysa... you are so stupid, you got drunk, and now you do not know if s