Again. Language warning. If this continues I should change the book rating to mature.
After the party, Alexander seemed to be in a great mood. He was kissing the top my head and his arm never unwrapped from my waist as he let me to his room. 'You did perfect,' 'I love you,' he kept whispering in my ear. As soon as we entered the room he began stripping down. I looked at him with a stoically, unwilling to act excited or embarrassed. To be honest, the cocksucker is damn fine. I hate him. When he was about to pull his boxer down, I felt my eyebrows shot up and words left my mouth before I could process the whole situation.
"Stop! Get yourself a pajama! Gosh, you freaking pervert!"
My hands went straight to cover my mouth as I realized of what I had done. I am not sure how much damage my bo
