I couldn't shake the feeling of unease in my stomach. I turned to the other side but wondered why Oppa avoided my question. That day in the resort too he vomited blood.
Feeling irritated by the tossing and turning, I sat up on the bed. "Is Oppa seriously ill?"
I flinched as the door opened with a 'bang', my eyes widened, and my soul left my body seeing his silent death glare. His jaw clenched, a muscle ticking in his jaw, lines forming on his head, hair disheveled, eyes red.
I clutched the blanket close to my chest as he staggered to the bed. "Can't sleep huh? Wifey?"
I pressed my lips together and clutched the blanket tightly that my knuckles turned white. "N-no!"
He smirked and I flinched as he jumped on the bed filling the atmosphere with the smell of alcohol. My mind started repeating the last time I passed out and woke up with intense pain between my legs. My breath was coming in short pants, and the anxiety caused me to feel lightheaded that I couldn't understand what to do.
"Let's have some fun, little chick!" He placed a hand on the headboard, blocking all ways to escape. "It's been a long time since," he traced a finger along my cheek, making me gulp in fear and hatred. "We have spent time together," he whispered near my ear, making me tremble on the bed.
I lowered my head trembling and unable to meet his deadly and lusty gaze. I wanted to kick him, slap him, run away. But where? All ways are blocked by my fate.
Although my head was lowered, I felt him smirking near it. He is always amused to see me trembling and under his control. He removed his hand from the headboard, grabbing my arms and making me stand on the floor.
