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?

he take me home? my gran will be sick with worry. She was going

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

teeth into my bottom

hit harder than most guys". He

grinned. "I really should be getting home. My gran will be really worried. I rarely stay out and when I do I always check in with her". I was rambling but

like it?". Alanna had covered for me? The last time I saw Alanna I was pushing her

know I won't be drinking ever again. Although I feel fine just my hand that's sore". And maybe a little bit of my dignity

killers and coffee coming right up". Winking at me he left the room closing the door quietly behind him. This morning was going better than I expected. I had a clear mind on what happened last

threw myself at

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

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

both started to laugh. "Next time remind me not to punch your brother. It was like hitting