AMELIA

　　　 

　　　

　　　 

　　　

　　　 “So this guy is an asshole,” he muttered. His gaze was glued to the movie we were watching.

　　　

　　　 I glared at him as I pointed at his laptop screen on the bed table. “He’s a good guy, Alpha. Okay, I admit, I found him overbearing, arrogant, overconfident, cocky, self-centered—”

　　　

　　　 “That’s a lot, ladybug. And I told you he’s an asshole.”

　　　

　　　 I groaned as I stuffed a few french fries into my mouth. It was unladylike but I was hungry, and he saw me.

　　　

　　　 “Shut up,” I said with my mouthful. “As I was saying.”

　　　

　　　 “Chew what’s in your mouth, Amelia.” He was making fun of me, and he didn’t...