Jessica 's pov. The persistent buzz of my phone finally pulled me from my deep slumber. Raising my head from the pillow, I squinted at the morning sunlight pouring through the windows and stirred with a smile, my body still incredibly relaxed after..... "Oh, God!" I shot up from the bed as the memories came flooding back. Horror at what I'd done suffused me. What had I done? How could I ever face Taeyeon after last night? I glanced back at the bed, finding it devoid of Taeyeon's presence. The discovery stung worse than if she'd been there in the first place. The room was also empty of her presence and for the first time that day, I felt tears of humiliation prick my eyelids. I quickly dashed them away with determined swipes of my hand, the other clutching the sheet to my body. I recall clearly how she brought me up to my room after our steamy hot night of lovemak... I stopped myself from thinking further as Sunny's words of caution floated in my head and I groaned aloud. What kind of woman gives her ity to someone who doesn't believe in love but ? A fool. I was all kinds of fool for letting my body dictate my actions rather than my brain. My phone buzzed angrily again, startling me from my self-deprecation. Gathering the sheets around my body, I slid off the bed and padded barefoot across the soft shag carpet toward the source of the sound. A gasp of shock escaped my mouth when I sighted the number of hickeys Taeyeon gave me through the mirror. Fresh waves of anger and shame warred within me and I turned away from the offending mirror, seeking out my dress. I found it lying neatly on an armchair, no sign of the previous haste with which I'd been divested of them. I hurried to the bathroom to take my bath while my mind ran through a whole gamut of emotions ranging from humiliation and finally settling to a cold simmer of anger, not towards Taeyeon but myself for letting my body lead me. The water was warm against my skin, another cringe ran through me as I remembered how easily I had given in to Taeyeon last night. Granted Taeyeon could kiss like it was a talent, but that was no excuse for my horrendous behavior. Lord! I'd acted like a hormonal -starved teenager, letting her make love to me not just once but thrice in the space of one evening. And now I ached in places I did not care to mention. My cheeks reddened at the memory of the second time we'd done it. I had been shameless then, straddling her luscious body, enjoying my power over her when she'd groaned my name out loud and grasped my hips, grinding our bodies- pelvis together -or the third time when I took her to the edge with my mouth and how she'd done the same to me, sending me to heaven over and over and... "Stop it Sooyeon!" My sharp words rumbled in the bathroom as I ruthlessly squelched all memory of last night from invading my mind. Taeyeon probably viewed last night as just another conquest, a means to an end and like the fool I was, I fell for it. ~~~ I stared at my untouched plate, my mind bristling with the memory of last night, Taeyeon's raw scent- a warm earthy fragrance still permeated my nostrils, making every breath impossible to take without inhaling the very essence of her that brought to mind our hot steamy night and writhing bodies atop soft cushions, an unwanted thought that nevertheless caused waves of heat to travel down to parts I did not wish to think about. I frowned at the thought and maliciously stabbed at a piece of food with my fork, wishing it was Taeyeon's head. Taeyeon is a manipulator and I'm not supposed to be having lustful thoughts for a woman who would never love me, the person that would only make me feel utter humiliation. Though that would never happen, Taeyeon would have never succeeded if I didn't give her the chance because deep down I know I also wanted that to happen. I lifted my eyes and hazarded a glance at the object of my thoughts. Taeyeon seemed unaffected by our last night encounter- if anything, she was having a good time if the way she was flirting shamelessly with Tiffany was any indication. For heaven's sake, the woman appeared to be hanging onto her every word, completely oblivious to how deadly and vindictive Taeyeon could be, (or not since she knew her more than I could ever imagine). Unconsciously, my fingers tightened over my fork, jealous at how much a good time she was having while she had succeeded in ruining my mind. "Is the food not to your liking, Unnie?" Soojung's voice startled me from my thoughts and I flushed, guilt washing over me. "I could cook something else for you if you like?" Sunny offered. "Oh no!" I forced a smile, turning my attention back to my sister and my best friend, who looked so worried. "It's good, it's very good really." "You've hardly touched it. And you've been glaring at your plate for the last half hour." Sunny's tone was amused. "That's not because I don't like it." Resolutely, I cut into a piece, taking a huge bite. The food was really very good, Sunny's cooking skill is Jang and on another day, I would have enjoyed every bite like I always do, but not today. Certainly not with Taeyeon flirting like crazy a few feets away- a constant reminder of the chaos that had befallen me since the very first time I met her. I pushed the image of her blonde head buried in between my legs and swallowed, reaching for my glass of water and downing the contents in one gulp. What has this woman done to me? Why can't I abolish the thought of her from my mind? "More water?" Soojung held up the bottle, her eyes crinkling in confusion. "Yes, please." She refilled my glass and I flashed her a grateful smile before downing the second glass just as fast as the first. Soojung raised an eyebrow but made no further comment, simply refilling the glass again, then set the bottle down, just out of my reach. The action did not escape my notice and wondered what she must be thinking. "Eat more unnie, don't just fill your stomach with water." She said worriedly then turned to Sunny. "Unnie, is someone supposed to get dehydrated after their wedding night?" She asked innocently, and I can see how hard Sunny is trying not to laugh, my mouth fell open like a fish but no words dared to come forward. Sunny coughed a bit and locked her gaze with mine before replying. "Can't say Soojung-ah, I think it depends on how the night was spent. Why are you dehydrated Sooyeon? Or did you guys yell and scream at each other throughout the night that it made your mouth dry?" I cleared my throat, avoiding Sunny's taunting question and continued to pick at my food again. I stole yet another glance in Taeyeon's direction to find her watching me, a sardonic smile on her face even as she lifted her coffee in a mocking toast. The glare she got in return only seemed to amuse her further, though she merely shrugge