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Addison Winters

Addison Winters's Books(2)

The Badass & The Beta

The Badass & The Beta

Werewolf
5.0
Oh, God, I am going to be sick, and I can't stand Jayson Woods! "So, why are you staring over at him, Ashely? My inner voice inside my mind told me with a smug voice. "I am not! Oh, shut up! I spoke. I looked over at him with two girls under his arms. Oh, Look at him! Like he doesn't have a care in the world. He makes me sick. Asshole! He is such a man whore. "Well, what do you expect with the kind of guys. They are called man whore for a reason. So, envoy, my wolf, said inside my mind with a growl. She is not happy with what he's been doing with the other girls and not us. Of course, he doesn't care. He doesn't care about our feelings. As long he gets some. So, screw him and his sexy devilish melt your panties smile. I don't need him. But then again... I am curious... So, I wonder if he knew it was me, he was kissing and touching last month at Emilia birthday party. Where I was hiding away from the loud music and noise. But instead, I ran into him. And we uhhh, We had sex! We had sex! We had sex! I thought with my cheeks red. I am trying not to think about how wonderful this Jayson Woods were, and not this fake playboy who wants to hide his real self. Because they like this rude and likes to joke and screw around. But how could anybody fall in love with a man that treats a woman like a sex object to screw and throw away! After he's done. Well, that's exactly, what didn't happen. So, I left before he could see the girl he hates and loves to torture. So, after having sex with Jayson Woods. I sneaked out the door. So, he had no idea it was me was in the bed kissing and holding me in his strong arms. I will cherish that for the rest of my life. But I didn't want to be a doormat and a notch on his bedpost. I don't want to be treated like a whore. I have more respect for myself then throwing away my panties at him. I am no booty calls or a plaything. What if... I am nothing like them other girls? When he calls up to use to scratch his itch when the man whore wants to play? What if I am more than that? What if I am his mate!