Beta Max;
Opening the door and strolling right in, my eyes went wide as they found Sophia. She was standing at the mini bar, trying to serve herself a glass of whiskey.
“What the f**k are you doing?” I hurried to her, gripping the glass from her. “That’s enough alcohol for the evening.”
“But I'm not drunk.”
“You don’t need to be,” I gulped down the little whiskey already in the glass. Slamming the glass on the bar.
She giggled harder, crossing her arms over her chest. Her eyes darted through my body. “Are you scared that I will f**k you hard if I get drunk?”
“What?” I snorted in disbelief.
“You didn't need to be afraid of me, Beta. I can f**k you even when I feel great. But I don’t plan on r****g you. So chill.”
Chuckling hard, my teeth bit my lower lips. My head shook. This woman
