NOVGO.NET Chapter 1737: Wrecked
Chapter 1737: Wrecked
Villain Ch 1737. Wrecked
The room smelled like sweat, like skin, like laughter still caught in the air, curling between tangled sheets.
He blinked up at the ceiling, a sheen of sweat cooling across his abs, his breath fast and uneven. “That was… an intense workout,” he rasped, voice low and hoarse and utterly ruined.
Someone snorted.
He reached blindly for the glass of water on the nightstand, almost knocking it over in his haste. It hit his palm like salvation. He drank like a man parched, water dripping down his throat, over the curve of his jaw, sliding into the hollow of his collarbone. One drop. Then another. None of the girls moved to wipe it.
Vivian lay sprawled beside him, one leg tossed lazily over his, her hair across the pillows. “It wasn’t that bad,” she muttered.
But her voice was breathless.
Allen turned his head, eyes half-lidded, and smirked. “You’re literally panting.”
“I’m glowing,” she corrected.
“No,” he said, setting the glass back down and dragging his gaze over her flushed skin. “You’re wrecked. You all are.”
Jane giggled from somewhere near his knees, wrapped in a blanket that only covered half her body and none of her shame. “Yup,” she said, grinning wide. “You’re breathless, Vivian.”
Everyone turned to her.
Allen deadpanned.
Zoe snorted.
Vivian rolled her eyes.
Larissa didn’t even look up from sipping her water. “Jane… you are also panting.”
Jane sat up straighter, eyes wide. “No, I’m not.”
“Oh, come on,” Vivian said, flopping onto her back with a dramatic groan. “You know you’re not a good actress.”
Jane blinked innocently, cheeks pink and eyes sparkling. “What? It’s hot here. Don’t blame me. I’m innocent.”
“You are many things,” Larissa said flatly from the corner, “but innocent is not one of them.”
Jane stuck her tongue out and tucked herself against Allen’s thigh like a cat in heat. “Whatever. I’m still your favorite.”
“Not when you say things like that,” Allen muttered. “But yes…”
Shea crawled up from the foot of the bed, her skin still glistening, hair sticking to her neck. Her smile was softer now. Warm. She settled on her knees beside Allen, leaned forward, and brushed her hand across his chest.
“More importantly,” she said, “how do you feel, Allen?”
He looked at her. And he saw it—not the tease, not the temptation, but the concern buried underneath. That question wasn’t casual. It wasn’t light.
So he gave her the real answer.
He exhaled and let his smirk curve just barely, slower this time. “Depends on what you mean.”
She raised a brow. “Oh?”
“If you mean physically…” His hips shifted slightly. “I’m probably not walking straight today.”
A few of them laughed, tired and soft.
“But,” Allen said, his tone quieting, “if you mean emotionally?”
He looked around at them. At Zoe half-draped over a pillow with her cheek flushed and arms limp. At Alice curled under his arm, tracing lazy lines on his stomach. At Larissa perched near the windows, a water bottle in hand, her eyes steady. At Bella, who was idly brushing his hair now with her fingers, slow and soothing.
Then back at Shea.
“I feel better,” he said. Honest. No filter. No sharp edge.
“This is… relaxing. Being wanted without being pulled. Being touched without being asked to become something.”
His voice dropped. “You didn’t push yourselves on me. You just… offered. It was nice.”
There was a long, still silence after that.
Then the girls smiled.
The kind of smile that wasn’t wicked. Wasn’t smug. Just real.
“That’s the idea,” Alice said gently, brushing her lips against his shoulder.
Bella leaned in and kissed his temple. Her fingers never stopped combing through his hair. “We know when to play games,” she said softly. “But we know when you need something different.”
He swallowed. “I didn’t even know I needed it.”
Zoe stretched like a lazy lioness, her arm flopping across the nearest pillow. “Yeah, that’s kind of our thing. Sensing it before you do.”
“And exploiting it,” Allen muttered.
“Oh, definitely exploiting it,” Vivian grinned.
Jane propped her chin on his thigh and smiled at him upside down. “But only because you’re so pretty when you’re helpless.”
“I hate that I didn’t have a comeback for that,” he grumbled.
“You moaned like a feral animal five times,” Larissa pointed out. “That’s your comeback.”
He groaned and covered his face with one arm. “God.”
“Hey,” Shea whispered, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “Don’t hide. You were handsome when you did it. It was… so hot.”
He didn’t answer.
But he didn’t pull away, either.
For a few minutes, they just stayed like that. Tired limbs. Soft sighs. Breath catching in the spaces where words failed. Someone shifted. Someone yawned. Someone tucked a blanket higher up Allen’s chest even though he was sweating like hell.
And then…
“So…” Zoe piped up, voice dry. “Breakfast, anyone?”
The girls groaned in unison.
Zoe laughed. “Some of us still need to work.”
Allen peeked out from under his arm. “You’re the one who started all this.”
“Correction! Jane started this,” Zoe pointed out, gesturing at the guilty party with zero hesitation. “She gave all the ideas yesterday. In the group chat!”
Jane blinked, wide-eyed. “No, I didn’t.”
Allen turned his head slowly.
Jane was already holding her phone.
Thumb tapping furiously.
“Are you… deleting the message right now?” Zoe asked, sitting up with a dramatic gasp.
“I’m just… spring cleaning,” Jane said sweetly, her face the exact picture of cherubic innocence.
“You just made it obvious,” Allen muttered, deadpan.
“You all are ganging up on me,” Jane sniffed dramatically, slipping her phone under the pillow like that would hide the digital evidence of her crimes. “This is persecution. I demand a lawyer.”
Vivian groaned and rolled onto her stomach, face buried in a pillow. Her voice came out muffled. “Anyway… I vote we order something obscene. Like pancakes the size of my face.”
“Or eggs,” Bella murmured. “And coffee. Real coffee. Not the instant crap.”
“Waffles,” Alice added, eyes closed. “With cream. And fruit.”
Shea stood up slowly, stretching like a panther. “I’ll call the kitchen.”