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?

will be sick with worry. She was going to be

remember?". Watching as he sat up I couldn't stop my

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

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

The last time I saw Alanna I was pushing her off me. "Milk and 2 sugars. Could you bring me some water too, and maybe some pain killers". "How much of last night

to know I won't be drinking ever again. Although I feel fine just

better than I expected. I had a clear mind on what happened last night I just wasn't telling him that. Every time

threw myself at

then there was the part where he practically called me a whore. I wondered if he remembered that? I couldn't remember ever seeing him with a drink in his hand last

the door burst open. "I'm dying". She groaned, pulling the covers back she got in beside me. "Never drinking again. My

you think I feel?". Lifting up my hand we both started to laugh. "Next time remind