Stupid Alpha's mate
I know I'm staring at him, or some people, undressing him with my eyes, but I don't seem to care at the moment.
He looked extremely good in rugged ripped jeans, and a black long-sleeved shirt, which he rolled up to his elbows and deliberately left the top two buttons loose.
The sound of his raucous laughter brought me back to the present. Other girls would turn red with humiliation, but I'm not one of them. I'm Sally, the future assassin of the Donne family. Sorry. My cover is blown and I blame this sweet poison in my hands.
And I don't know what it was but I think my lack of confusion seemed to make him jump as his eyes darkened. Please don't make me say that. But I can say this. Anyway, I
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