The Alphas' Porn Star Mate
“Just tell her to accept him.”
“Will you go away already?” I groaned. “You’re a parasite, aren’t you. Some worm from uncooked meat that burrowed into my brain, driving me to insanity.”
“Please. You haven’t enough brains to nourish a gnat, let alone my magnificent self. Your insanity is not my doing either.”
I groaned, wondering if I were to stick a hot poker through my ear if he would shut up.
Maybe I am going insane. That is the only way to explain this voice named Rome in my head. Next I’m going to conjure up an imaginary friend named Paris or some shit.