Jordan
"Jordan, are you drunk?" he asked with concern.
I ignored his question and attempted to kiss him again. He was a man, he wasn't supposed to be fighting me when I was trying to seduce him. All men were built the same, they only wanted one thing... he shouldn't care if I'm drunk or question my reasons.
My frustration grew when he pulled away during our kiss once more. "You're drunk," he stated, no longer inquiring.
"Who cares?" I grumbled, my intoxicated defiance showing. "Just f*ck me senseless Alexander. You know you want to."
He reached for my face and gently wiped away a tear that I hadn't even realized was trickling down my cheek. He picked me up effortlessly, as if I weighed nothing, and placed me on the bed beside him. Pulling up his pants, he then walked into the close
