OBEDIENCE AND PUNISHMENT

CONTINUATION:

LEXIE’S POV

My eyes fluttered open; the ray of sunlight that penetrated into the room irritated my pupils, and I struggled to keep them open.

Immediately I was hit with a crazy throbbing headache, a reminder that I had drank to stupor last night—a hangover.

My body felt like it had been run over by a truck, and I’m not talking about the white ones that always appear in Korean dramas; every muscle ached, and I could barely move.

As I tried to sit up, I noticed something different; at least my brain was starting to work. I was wearing a different shirt than the one I had on at the club, then I remembered taking off my shirt and flashing my neon-painted boobs to the crowd.

Fuck, I face-palmed myself, such an embarrassment.

But I had more pressing issues at hand, like the unfamiliar environment around me.

I was lying in a king-sized bed, surrounded by soft pillows and a pristine white duvet. The room was almost too spotless. And there was a strong, masculine