Claimed By The Mafia Alpha

years old when

nd crazy a

g," Leah says as we sit on the

pretend I love because that's where I see him.

the quarterback and the hottest guy on the planet-or

her. "Football is a lot of

eady. You're not shy. Why don't you

climbing all over him, and I've been watching him long enough

oy the attraction. And I know that's what this

ithout his shirt. Whenever he walks by, I feel my heart beating faster from excit

face, kisses me. Our bodies touch, rub against each other. Our cl

went all the way, but then I found out he sl

st him again and we broke up. Now I'm much more careful about the guys I

Still, if there's anybody I'd want to have

, celebrate your birthday." "My birthday is not for another week," I re

an get a head s

't know. What if they throw us out aga

Aristotle." Aristotle is by far the coolest club i

et's do it. Let's

-top, and over-the-knee high-heeled boots. Her blond hair is perfectly smooth and straight, f

leave in Leah's car. A thick sweater hides the sexy top I'

suspicion. I tell my parents I'm going t

ew anymore. Well, I probably do, but it's not a formal one. As long as I come home before

formation. Off goes the thick sweater, revea

leverly designed to look cute, so I'm not embarrassed to have them show. I don't have

those inches, so I put on the shoes. Next, I pull out my makeup bag a

learly defined black eyebrows dominate my small face. Rob o

y eyelashes are unusually long. Fake lashes, Leah calls them, but they're entirel

t. I wouldn't care, except Jake likes tall girls. I don't think he even sees me in the hallway; I'm literally below his

e bouncer a big smile, and we flash our IDs. They let us through, no problem. We've neve

be heard above the music. "Ralph told me about it," she ye

uys to buy us shots. We don't have more than one drink each. Leah-because she has to drive us

, I ask the bartender for a glass of water. I am thirsty after all the dancing. He gives it to me, and I gree