The Alpha Chose Me by Missy Elliottxo

Jake Taylor was in my bed.

Why was Jake in my bed?

Glancing down at my hand a groan fell from my lips, bits and pieces started coming back to me. His kitchen and the way I acted, the nightclub. I punched him.

Then there was the car ride home, the things I said to him. Feeling my cheeks heat up I tried to stifle the giggle. I didn't want to wake him just yet. "What you laughing at princess?".

Shit.

"Why are you in my bed?". I asked lifting the covers gently. I didn't have the clothes on that I wore last night.

"I think you'll find this is my bed". His voice was groggy and full of sleep. He wasn't under the covers and he was still fully clothed.

I was in his bed?

I in your bed?". Why didn't he take me home? my gran will be sick with worry. She was going to be so

he sat up I couldn't stop my eyes from wandering.

face?" I asked sinking my teeth into my bottom lip. He had a nice little blue bruise under his right

most guys". He smirked. "You want some

will be really worried. I rarely stay out and when I do I always check in with her".

how'd you like it?". Alanna had covered for me? The last time I saw Alanna I was pushing her off me. "Milk and 2 sugars. Could you bring me some water too,

fine just my hand that's sore". And maybe a little bit of

door quietly behind him. This morning was going better than I expected. I had a clear mind on what happened last night I just

threw myself

practically called me a whore. I wondered if he remembered that? I couldn't remember ever seeing him with a drink in his

"I'm dying". She groaned, pulling the covers back she got in

Lifting up my hand we both started to laugh. "Next time remind me not to punch your brother. It