My Hot Alpha

Chpater 17

"Why are you here?". I asked.

"Shoes". Dropping the bag on the floor he took a seat on the edge of my bed. "So who's the guy?". He asked again.

"Doesn't matter. You need to leave my grans down stairs". She wasn't keen on boys being in my room. Even at the age of 18 she didn't like it.

"Who do you think let me in?. Your gran loves me". Showing me that devilish smirk that he had down to a tee I sunk my teeth into my bottom lip. This would be so much easier if he was ugly.

"Thanks for bringing my shoes back. I thought I left them on the side of the road". Lifting the bag I took them out. I should have left them, they were a mess. Putting them away in my wardrope I turned to find he had made himself comfortable my TV remote in hand. "Jake". I sighed.

"What, you got somewhere you need to be?". Turning on my TV he flicked it straight to football. That wasn't happening. I still found it strange that he was in my room sprawled out on my bed like he owned the place.

"Make yourself at home why don't you". I huffed just as my gran came in breakfast in hand. It smelled great.

"I made you some to Jake. I hope you like eggs". Oh I wanted to slap that smug look off his face so badly. Even my gran had taken a liking to him.

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I need to pick up some school

leave

a plate and dug in. I could already feel him staring. "Stop watching me eat and eat your own".

my room uninvited?". I fired back causing him to laugh. "You're a feisty little thing but seriously what

he passed it back to me I drank what was left. Moving up my bed I had managed to steal

He didn't moan.

settled himself beside me I rolled my eyes and smiled. I wasn't getting rid of him as easy as I thought. I liked it, I secretly liked that he was here but the attraction I felt towards him was growing with every second that

shoulder he froze. "My room my rules if I want to lean my head against your shoulder then I get too". I wanted to be

have a clue what was going on. I couldn't concentrate. Him being here was distracting. He had no idea what he was doing to me. His smell

"Hm?".

asked turning his attention to

hadn't

your thinking. Tell me what's going