Graham (Obsessed Alpha 3)

Is everything okay? She’s quick to respond. She must have been sitting by her phone, waiting. Damn, I can’t make her worry. She’s been through so much for the past year and a half.

Yes, everything is great. I reply, taking my phone with me to the bathroom. I’m too anxious to get back to my woman.

Damn, I need to learn her name. I send a text to Phillipe. I need to know the name of the passenger in room 2005.

Okay, I love you, Graham. My mother responds.

I love you too. I’m quick to respond back.

I place the phone away from any water and turn on the shower again. I need to freshen up and try to get her out of my mind for a whole five seconds, but my sweet woman whose name I don’t know won’t give me a break. I carefully strip down and set the clothes aside. I’m going to have to wear them again until we dock at the port in Isla Nubia. Then I have to buy some clothes. A lot of them to be exact. Unless I stay in Nubia and fly back to the states. Shit. The ship rocks a little, and I feel my stomach roll. I look for my meds and something to take it with. After popping one in my mouth, swallowing it with a glass of water, I head into the shower.

The spray hits me from every angle, and it feels so good, but the drops of water beading down my chest sends visions of her into my head. dragging her in here with me. I lean on the shower wall and fist my cock. The throbbing ache feels ready to burst. My mind is fucked up as I picture the sweet innocent-looking beauty down on her knees, her lips parted, begging to suck my cock. With round pleading eyes, she whispers, “Please, Graham, I want to taste my man.”

With a growl, I thrust my hips forward, imagining her mouth swallowing me inch by inch until she gags and pulls back only to slide me down her little throat. I grasp her wet hair and cup the back of her head, pumping my cock into her until I come all over my hand.

I drop my head back onto the wall and think about my plan of attack. I want her, and that’s undeniable, but how can I get her to see that before it’s too late? Washing up, I think of the way to do it. After a minute of frustration, I mutter, “Fuck it, I’m just going to come out with it.”

I dry off and get myself dressed again. I really wish I grabbed my duffel from my hotel. Shit, I wonder if someone will realize that I won’t be there for the next couple of days. I booked it for the week just in case Christakos wanted to negotiate a deal. I’ll just have to take a flight from the first island we arrive on. Now to find my woman before I lose her to one of these single dickheads on the ship.

My phone pings with a text from Phillipe. Miss Gia Tyler, twenty-one years old.

“Ah, Gia.” I say her name over and over, letting it roll off my tongue. Damn, my dick is stiff again. I adjust it and walk out of my room.

Stalking through the corridors like a mad man, I go to her room and knock. I pace back and forth, waiting for her to answer, but she doesn’t. I knock a little harder. I’m so close that my pass card in my pocket hits her lock and it turns green. Unable to stop myself, I check the handle. “I have a master pass,” I mutter to myself. I peek inside the small but beautiful cabin and don’t see any sign of her. Shit. Maybe she’s on the deck. This ship is huge. Summoning the staff to find her seems like a great idea.

I return to my mission, but I’m waylaid by a group of people taking a photo. As soon as they part, I see her sitting down with this blond asshole smiling at her. Her body language gives me hope as she seems to look around for someone. Time to claim my woman. I march my way over and notice her discomfort. I hoped to be civil, but he forced my hand.

Chapter Four

Gia

Finally surrendering to this infatuation, I hurry out of my room after tossing on some lip gloss and a quick brushing of my hair. The main deck is already filled with guests watching the port get smaller and smaller. My eyes search the groups of people, hoping to find him, but he’s not out there. I don’t even know his name, but I want to. “Aunt Bee,” I grumble so no one else can hear me.