My Bestfriend Slipped Inside Me (An Alpha’s Secret)

My Bestfriend Slipped Inside Me (An Alpha’s Secret) Chapter 77

Avery’s pov

It’s been an entire week since I’ve last seen that guy who seem to set something strange yet pleasurable feelings in my body. A week, and it feels like an entire year.

I will admit I want to see him. Badly. To the point, I’m craving him…like I’m craving food right now. I grab a donut from the box, dusting off the icing sugar since it’s so sweet it makes my teeth ache.

I bit into it with a moan and with sticky fingers and the donut bit between my teeth I went back to typing out the essay I am way behind. It is due Monday, but I’ve been putting it back because I’ve had my mind occupied with the mysterious guy.

His eyes, his smile, and his lips flash in my mind and I instantly feel as though I have a sugar rush. Am I obsessed? What is this feeling? This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Suddenly the door opens and Melissa practically runs in, jumping on the bed and barely missing my donut box. “Okay you wouldn’t believe what I got.” Her grin is bright, white teeth a contrast to the red paint on her lips.

A brain? Some morals?

I bit my lip to not let those words slip out and instead pretend to be interested. I will also admit for this week Melissa has been ticking me off. Because apparently she also wants my mysterious guy for herself. And in her words he’d go for her since he’s more of her type and he looks like someone who likes someone like her.

“What?” I asked bluntly, biting into another donut.

Her grin broadened. “Tickets to the boxing match tonight.”

I return my gaze to the computer screen. “Oh,” I said half interested.

She slaps my thigh lightly and pouted. “Come on, at least be interested.”

I chewed, swallowed and pointed at the essay I’m writing. “Sorry I’m busy as you can see. Plus I’m not interested in boxing.”

Melissa snorted, rising into a sitting position. “Might want to rethink your words babe because you know that mysterious hottie I’m going to steal from you?”

That got my attention really quickly and I hated how her lips smeared into a smirk. “He’s the one fighting tonight. So our mysterious hottie is actually a boxer. I mean did you see his arms,” she sighed, her eyes glossing over. “We should have known he was into some kind of fitness.”

My heart rammed against my chest.

She looks back at me. “I mean no offense and all right…we’ll have him choose which one of us he wants anyway. But just so you know he’ll choose me,” she gets off the bed and winks. “It’s a playful competition babe, no need to get upset. Winner takes all.”

I gritted my teeth, the donut in my hand turning to crumble as I gripped it into a hard angry fist. “He’s not some toy Melissa.” I snapped harshly, not caring that my words were too angry.

She giggled, twirling. “Of course not. That’s why I’m going tonight to get to know him better. You’re free to join, I have two tickets.” She showcase the tickets in her hand. “Unless you want to spend your night doing that stupid essay and munching on donuts. It’s up to you.”

She turns around to head to her closet. “By the way I got his name too finally! It’s Xade. Xade Archer.”

Xade Archer. Xade Archer.

Something about that name brings me familiarity. Why does it feel as though I’ve heard it many times?

As Melissa skim through clothes to go out tonight, I can’t help but have that buzz of jealousy toward her. She found out many things about him, things I wanted to know before anyone else. I closed the laptop and looked at her. “When is it?”

She looks over her shoulder and smirked. “In three hours. Let the best one win.” She winks, throwing me a short red dress to wear tonight.

“I’m not wearing that.” I told her as I peel off the bed and make my way to my own closet.

“You should,” she sang. “My clothes are way hotter.”

“I don’t need to look hot. I need to look like me.” I said over my shoulder, my fingers brushing over some plain jeans and a huge red shirt. My brows furrowed. Why is this here? It’s a male’s shirt yet it’s in my closet. I can’t recall whose shirt it is….

I take it out and try to remember who it belongs to but my temples throb. With a sigh I throw it on the bed with the jeans, deciding to wear it tonight.

Melissa looked over and her nose scrunched as if she had sniffed something foul. “You’re wearing that?”

I nodded. “It’s me,” I whispered, my mind reeling as I try to give myself some prep talk that tonight he’d notice me and not her.