Seduced by an Italian Alpha

Chapter 7: Cinnamon, Boxers, Fires, and Kisses.

HEY GUYS! so i realized i hadn't updated in forever, and you guys probably hated me, so i wrote a chapter. This time there is absolutely no recap, only one P.O.V. and at the end there might be a little kissing;)

hope you all enjoy it!

Dedicated to Lena556 because her comment made me smile:)

Make sure to read the Author's note at the end!

*NOTE: my Microsoft Word is broken, so there are grammar, spelling, and capitalization errors without a doubt. I wanted to upload it as soon as possible, so forgive me for doing absolutely ZERO editing!

love you guys!

Sunny

Danielle P.O.V. 

Waking up, I pulled the sheets off of me, and got out of bed. Treading my way through the carpet, I went into the bathroom, and grabbed my toothbrush. Screwing off the cap of the toothpaste, I squirted some onto my brush, before starting to brush my teeth. Feeling the taste of morning breath leave my mouth, and the cinnamon toothpaste take over, I smiled, glad to have gotten rid of the bad breath. The cinnamon was stronger than usual, and- wait, cinnamon? I hate cinnamon? I only use mint toothpaste? 

Looking at my toothbrush, I realized it wasn't blue, but red, proving that it wasn't mine. Startled, I took a look around the bathroom, only to realize I had no idea where I was. Aftershave and cologne sat on the counter, and the shower had Head and Shoulders shampoo and conditioner, instead of my Herbal Essence. Looking at the black towels, I quickly realized that the bathroom I was standing in belonged to a male, not only did all the products and towels scream male, but the toilet seat was up. Thank God I brushed my teeth before going to the bathroom. 

Getting out of the bathroom as quickly as I could, I noticed that the bedroom was also clearly male. Red walls and black furniture were complimented by the odd abstract piece of artwork, but otherwise there were no accents, clearly this man did not have a woman in his life. Feeling the soft carpet under my toes, I was confused to why I hadn't realized this room wasn't mine earlier. My bedroom had wood flooring, and my bed was not as high as the giant four poster bed that was occupying the room. Another dead giveaway that I was standing in a male's room would be the fact that there was a pair of boxers casually hanging off a chair. How someone could casually hang boxers, I didn't know. Maybe it was a guy thing, maybe in their free time; they spend hours learning the art of boxer hanging. 

Looking at my appearance, I was shocked to see I was in the red dress Taylor had given me yesterday, even though it seemed like years ago. Seeing the Entrance to a closet, I walked in, and surprise, surprise, there was all male clothing. Grabbing a t-shirt and what I hoped were clean boxers, I quickly shredded the dress and put them on. The shirt was like a dress on me, and the boxers wouldn't stay on, so I ditched them with the dress, and walked back into the room. 

Trying to figure out what to do next, I was saved from making a decision, when an alarm went off. More specifically, a fire alarm, and where there is fire, there is Taylor. Running through the door, and momentarily pausing to figure out which hallway to go down, I ran down the stairs, and continued to run towards the sound.  

Arriving in what I'm guessing would have been a kitchen, if not for all the smoke, I found Taylor frantically waving a magazine at a smoke detector, trying to get it to turn off. Grabbing the magazine she pointed at, I jumped onto the counter next to her and started waving it. Random guys ran in, in different states of undress and they all collided into each other, trying to open windows, and grab magazines. Eventually the wall of meat walked in, and opened the door that seemed to lead outside, causing all the smoke to leave the kitchen.