My Bestfriend Slipped Inside Me (An Alpha’s Secret) by Demiah13

Avery’s pov

It’s been an entire week since I’ve last seen that guy who seem to set something strange yet pleasurable feelings in my body. A week, and it feels like an entire year.

I will admit I want to see him. Badly. To the point, I’m craving him…like I’m craving food right now. I grab a donut from the box, dusting off the icing sugar since it’s so sweet it makes my teeth ache.

I bit into it with a moan and with sticky fingers and the donut bit between my teeth I went back to typing out the essay I am way behind. It is due Monday, but I’ve been putting it back because I’ve had my mind occupied with the mysterious guy.

His eyes, his smile, and his lips flash in my mind and I instantly feel as though I have a sugar rush. Am I obsessed? What is this feeling?

Suddenly the door opens and Melissa practically runs in, jumping on the bed and barely missing my donut box. “Okay you wouldn’t believe what I got.” Her grin is bright, white teeth a contrast to the red paint on her lips.

A brain? Some morals?

I bit my lip to not let those words slip out and instead pretend to be interested. I will also admit for this week Melissa has been ticking me off. Because apparently she also wants my mysterious guy for herself. And in her words he’d go for her since he’s more of her type and he looks like someone who likes someone like her.

“What?” I asked bluntly, biting into another donut.

to the

my gaze to the computer screen. “Oh,” I said half

my thigh lightly and pouted. “Come on, at

“Sorry I’m busy as you can

to rethink your words babe because you

actually a boxer. I mean did you see

rammed

back at me. “I mean no offense and all right…we’ll have him choose which one of us he wants anyway. But just so you know he’ll choose me,” she gets off the bed and winks.

I gripped it into a hard angry fist. “He’s not some toy Melissa.” I snapped harshly, not caring that

to get to know him better. You’re free to join, I have two tickets.” She showcase the tickets in her hand. “Unless you want to spend your night doing that

around to head to her closet. “By the way I got his name

Xade Archer. Xade Archer.

that name brings me familiarity. Why does it feel as though I’ve

skim through clothes to go out tonight, I can’t help but have that buzz of jealousy toward her. She found out many things about him,

shoulder and smirked. “In three hours. Let the best one win.” She winks, throwing me a