The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway novel Chapter 1

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Jayce‘s POV 

Her voice calms me slightly as she sings along to lyrics. She straightens up and pulls the shirt back down. I can see a blush on her cheeks and I‘m glad as she covers herself more. 

Her friends appear with their food and I take it as my cue to leave. I linger for one last moment, watch ing her as she laughs with her friends before I turn and run far, far away from her. 

Myra‘s POV. 

I make dinner on Sunday evening for Nathan and me. Our parents stopped by this afternoon, making my day. I haven‘t seen them for a few weeks, it was lovely to catch up. 

The week passes quickly, I barely see Jayce. When I do, it‘s only glimpses at a distance. I start to won der if we‘ll ever talk to each other again, maybe only on assignments from Alpha Damien. I spend the week end with my brother, we go and stay at our parent‘s house and I visit my friend Alena. 

Before I know it, it‘s Monday morning again. 

My alarm goes off at 8am, waking me up abruptly. I groan as I roll over and shove my face into my pil low. As my mind wakes up, I realize how hot I am. I look down at the sheets have come off my mattress and are wrapped around me. 

What the fuck? 

I sit up and frown as I look down at my naked body, I definitely went to sleep in my t–shirt and thong last night. My eyes widen as I see those exact items strewn on the floor by the bed. 

I don‘t remember taking them off. 

| struggle to remember last night‘s events. I dreamt a lot about a guy. I am certain there was a guy in my dreams. I vaguely recall taking off my shirt, I obviously thought I was too hot, and looking down at my 

sweaty skin I understand why. 

I decide to forget about the weird situation and shower before work. I perform my ablutions, washing last night off my body. As my hands rubbed the shower gel across my skin, I had a flash of my dream last night, with a man mimicking my actions now. 

My cheeks heat up as I recall what I and my fantasy man did last night. I haven‘t had sex in over nine months, I think I need to get some. 

I leave my hair to dry naturally, blow–drying it will just make the curls even worse. I pull on a silk top and pencil skirt and finish doing my make–up. Nathan is awake when I come down, we have breakfast to gether and then I drive into work. 

After speaking to Alpha Damien, he gives me a list of jobs for today and I settle down in front of my computer. I set out working on the cash–flow spreadsheet Alpha assigned me and I immediately feel in my element as I begin entering equations and calculating sums. 

At lunchtime, I pause my work and get out a book I‘ve just started reading. Erotica is my guilty plea sure, but it is not really appropriate for work so I‘ve covered my naughty (bordering on porn) book with a very boring cover from one of my old textbooks on Statistical tests. I sit back and enjoy my chapter. 

A small smile forms on my lips as I imagine the scene I‘m reading, I can feel my cheeks flushing scarlet at the crude words. Despite my love for them, I still get embarrassed reading this, I feel like a pervert. I jump at the sound of a panty—wetting, husky voice that has my thighs clenching together. 

Jayce. 

My eyes land on a book she has lying on the desk ‘Statistical tests‘ sounds boring...if that‘s what it is, but I can see that the cover is far too big for the book inside. 

I pick up the book and scan over the pages. My eyes widen in shock as I read the BDSM scene unfold ing along the pages.