Alphahole (Alphahole Roommates 1)

She’s doing her best to ignore me. She’s not out there, acting like she’s shakin’ it for me. She looks like she’s trying to get lost in the music, find some sort of escape.

Meryl is looking at my brother like he’s a celebrity as he tries to chat her up while dancing with her. Carly’s beside them but she’s in her own world. She moves with a sultry rhythm that has a lot of eyes on her in that dress, those wet-looking plump lips, that great rack, perfect ass, and mile long legs in those sexy stilettos.

The song Into You comes on and I am transfixed by her. And the lyrics of the intro to the song about wanting to fall in deep.

I watch her move, twirl, smile to herself as she swings her hips, using her palms to move from her thighs, up to her hips, up her torso, and then her hands skim the sides of her breasts as she continues to sway. Her hands land in her own hair and she’s gyrating as the song’s tempo picks up.

And then I see a set of hands on her hips. A set of male hands. A guy has moved in behind her and her eyes are closed, she’s so lost in the music. She keeps moving and it takes her a second to register the stranger’s hands on her. It’s a tall and muscled well-dressed black guy with a goatee. He says something into her ear.

She spins to face him, and he smiles at her and says something else, looking like he’s shouting. She smiles big at him and nods, putting her arms around his neck and they keep moving together.

Does she know him? How could she?

Is she gonna let him take her home just to piss me off, like she threatened earlier?

Fuck this.

I’m on the move. I’m in the thick of the group of people moving, bumping into me, but I have a single-minded focus of getting those hands off what’s mine.

I get there, and I grab the guy’s shirt and haul him away from her.

I see from the corner of my eye, Austin’s face as he moves in closer, probably thinking there’s about to be a brawl on the dancefloor with this guy I just threw to the side. Austin is ready to take my back. I grab Carly by the wrist.

She snaps something I can’t hear over the music, red-faced, and I’m pretty sure I make out the word fuck via lip-reading. She tries to jerk away, so I bend and haul her over my shoulder and the crowd parts as I storm out of there, carrying her.

My brother’s eyes are dancing with amusement, his shoulders bouncing as he’s trying to not bust up laughing.

I get us outside through the back door and now I can hear her.

“…kill you dead, Aiden Carmichael!” She’s kicking up a fuss, literally, with her legs jerking and her body bucking.

I stop and set her on her feet and then I immediately pin her to the wall.

“Kill me? You are killin’ me, peaches. If you don’t come home with me right now and let me fuck you and spank this beautiful ass while I do, I might die from the worst case of blue balls known to man.”

“How dare you manhandle me like that!”

“How dare you try to piss me off by letting some fuck put his hands on you when you know I’m watching?”

“You don’t own me, Aiden.”

I glare at her. I’m still pinning her to the wall.

“Let go of me.”

“Carly, fuck.”

“I don’t want you, Aiden. I don’t even like you. You’re a dick, okay? I don’t associate with dicks. Please stop this bullshit. Are you stalking me now? Have you sunk to that? Do you want me to quit my job and go home? Because, seriously, if it comes to that, not only will I do it, but I’ll hate your guts until my dying day. Please, please leave me alone!”

She looks on the verge of tears, so I let go of her. She stomps down the alley and out to the street.

I bend, putting my hands on my legs, trying to catch my breath, trying to chill the fuck out. It takes everything I have to stop me from following her.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

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CARLY