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 so pissed

don't remember?". Watching as he sat up I couldn't stop my eyes from wandering. Even first thing in the morning he

into my bottom lip.

most guys". He smirked. "You

grinned. "I really should be getting home. My gran will be really worried. I rarely stay out

Alanna covered for you. Now coffee how'd you like it?". Alanna had covered for me? The last time I saw Alanna I was pushing her off me. "Milk

Although I feel fine just my hand that's sore". And maybe

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 night I

myself

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

covers back she got in beside me. "Never drinking again. My head is

do you think I feel?". Lifting up my hand we both started to laugh. "Next time remind me not to punch