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?

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

as he sat up I couldn't stop my eyes from wandering. Even first thing in the

I do that to your face?" I asked sinking my teeth into my bottom lip. He had a nice little blue bruise

most guys". He smirked. "You

worried. I rarely stay out and when I do I always

Alanna I was pushing her off me. "Milk and 2 sugars. Could you bring

just my hand that's sore". And maybe

him. This morning was going better than I expected. I had a clear mind on what happened last night I just wasn't telling him that. Every time I thought about

myself

the part where he practically called me a whore. I wondered if he remembered that? I couldn't remember

groaned, pulling the covers back she got in beside me. "Never drinking again. My

laugh. "Next time remind me not to punch your brother. It was like hitting a brick wall.