Annette.
For minutes, I'd been staring at the business card alpha Samson left on my bed's headboard. I was pushed into dialing his contact, but after putting in the numbers, I quickly deleted them.
What would he think of me if he saw my call?
‘He would call me cheap!’ I told myself and placed the card back where I had seen it.
Every memory of the past two nights was embedded in my mind, and several times, I wished he could come around again and claim me. That night, which I thought was a dream, gave me the best feeling ever. To even recall that my mate was the one who deflowered me awakened the butterflies in my stomach.
But truthfully, I wanted to forget about him and move ahead with my life like I'd been doing. I didn't want to ever fantasize about him being intimate with me again,
