So, you live here alone?

With strong push, he pushed back his body, stoop straight beside the bed. He tugs her with the blanket until her neck. He grabs Air conditioner remote and turn it on. He then left the bedroom, closed the door tightly, so he couldn't go to inside if he loses to his desire.

The only way is to leave her house that very second. But with the condition that she drunk heavily and couldn't get up, especially who would lock the door of the house, if he left just like that.

As a result, he ended up curled up on the sofa in the living room. Trying as hard as possible not to think about the woman in the room. He closed his eyes trying to sleep, biting his lower lip until it bled to stop himself from doing things he shouldn't be doing.

His mind went wild, wild as wild beasts in the treacherous forest, which was full of beasts ready to devour the prey that was weak and tasted delicious in its sharp fangs. But luckily, he got over his urge and fell asleep.

***

Leigh's eyes twinkled deeply, the morning sun shining in and shining right in her eyes, she had to squint. She wanted to move her head but "Ouch" her head felt heavy, like it had been hit by a big rock and remained on top of her head. She pressed her temples with both hands and massage it there.

With her eyes narrowed, she looked around while holding back the throbbing pain in her head. She knew right away that she was in her bedroom. But how? The last memory she remembers, she drank the liquor given by Vhaken in Nightime, then she started to feel her head hurt after that her memory was blurred even, she can't remember what happened after that.

Still holding her head with her left hand, she rose from the bed, sat on the bed with her legs bent beside the bed, her feet on the bedroom floor. She grabbed a glass of water that was on the bedside table. Drink it to relieve the burning sensation in her throat. She gulped down the water. Put the glass back on the side table. She inhaled and exhaled slowly. She felt a little better. She glanced at the clock on the table. Shows 6 am in the morning

'Oh, this is the worse experience she ever has because of the effect of the liquor' she cursed herself, she shouldn't have drunk it if she knew the effect would be like this. She hoped to sleep all day in the bed, but she had no choice, remembering Farley's warning words last night.

She pushed herself to stoop up his feet, daring to walk even though she staggered. She stepped towards her closet. She took her clothes and walked to the bathroom. She tried hard not to crash and stay conscious. A moment later the bathroom door opened. She stepped out, her face now looks fresh, the wrinkles on her forehead were gone. It seems like taking a shower in the morning makes the headache go away. And now she's felt fit and ready to go to work.

She gets ready herself. After that, she stepped out of her bedroom, walking leisurely in the direction to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. But stopped mid-way and her eyes opened wide, startled. Seeing the figure of a man she did not want to see in her house, precisely in the morning like this. 'What is he doing in my house?' she asked herself. Then she realized how she could get to her house. She took a deep breath.

It was true that she was very angry to see the man she had only known for a day, now staying at her house, without her permission. Of course, if last night she had been conscious, she wouldn't have allowed him to come in, even stay overnight and now he's sleeping on the sofa in her living room.

But despite her anger, she felt graceful, he was still kind enough to take her home and sleep on the sofa just because he couldn't leave the house unlocked. So, he chose to stay. She smiled bitterly.

With a heavy heart, she headed for the kitchen and made breakfast for them. When she was done, she came out of the kitchen to call him to have breakfast, but he wasn't on the sofa anymore 'Where is he? did he just go home without saying goodbye?' but the question was answered, when she heard the sound of the shower water in the bathroom next to the kitchen. She breathed a sigh of relief. At least he didn't just walk away, before she is thanking him by giving him a healthy breakfast.

She walked back into the kitchen with a smile on her face. She prepares breakfast at the dining table. When she almost finished arranging, a voice startled her "You look fresh this morning, good then, I thought I should carry you back to the office" he smiled mischievously at her.

"You Startled Me!" she said in a slightly hoarse voice from being startled. "Thank you for your kindness, taking me home. Come, breakfast is ready" she invites him while trying to hide her blushing face, embarrassed.

Vhaken did not reply to her thanks. He walked casually to the dining table, took a seat on one of the chairs. Lifting his head, he looked at Leigh, who was just about to take a seat in the chair opposite him.

"Hope the taste to your liking" she mumbled but it was clear enough for vhaken to hear.

"The look of food already temptation, I am sure the taste is delicious" he remarked even before he has not eaten the foods.

Leigh smiled, blushing in embarrassment. This is the first time anyone has praised her cooking. But the word 'temptation' that came from his lips, sounded sensual and made her uncomfortable. She wished there was some visible room under her feet, so that she could duck her head, slip into the room, disappear from before him. She didn't need to show her red face in front of this man.

She cut it off with "Please enjoy the breakfast" after that she pick up the cutlery and eat her breakfast in silent. The silent felt awkward and stiffed. She tried to find a topic for discussion, but she couldn't find it at a time when her mind was in such turmoil.

"Where are your parents?" he asked suddenly in a flat and expressionless face, which made Leigh's heart skip beating for a moment.

Her body trembled, she tried to cover it so as not to be seen by him "They are already passed away" she answered briefly. Without lifting her head. "My dad was 14 years ago and my mum was 2 years ago" she explains right away, because she knows, he will ask more.

"I am sorry for your loss" he replied as soon as she finished speaking "So, you live here alone?" he asks again like a detective have an interrogation session for the criminal.

"Yes" she replied curtly, start to feel uncomfortable around him.