LEYSA'S POV

"Ugh."

I touched my head... it's painful. Shit, I don't want to get drank – ‘because 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 ...