Alphahole (Alphahole Roommates 1)

I don’t get a chance. The door flies open and unfortunately, hits the back of her kind of hard.

My 6’2” buff and beautiful alpha is here, in the ladies’ room with us, and he has that look of murder on his face. He has this look on his face a lot where this chick is concerned.

Awe… he’s come to rescue me. Huge brownie points.

“Sienna, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

She winces and steps aside. “You hit me with that door, Aiden.”

“Good. Saw you come in and was not thrilled with how long whatever you’re up to was taking. You look like you’re trying to stop my girlfriend from leaving the bathroom. Stay the fuck away from her. You get in her face or anywhere near her space again, and you’ll deal with me and I will not be happy.”

She pouts a little.

He gets right in her face with extreme intimidation. “Do you fucking understand?”

“Yes,” she squeaks, cowering.

“You make that angry face a lot around this girl, Aiden.”

His head snaps to face me. He furrows his brows.

“I don’t make you make that face.” I’m shaking my head.

He loses the anger on his face and watches me. He tilts his head and folds his arms across his chest.

“You wanna know what kind of faces I make him make?” I ask the girl.

She looks at me like I’m an alien.

I do my best O-face and let out a little growl. I don’t do a bad job of making it sound a bit masculine.

“Ohhhh, Carly, baby. That feels soooo good…”

Sienna is looking at me like she smelled something foul.

“Alright, peaches. Let’s get you home before you turn into a pumpkin.” Aiden is now laughing at me, and then he’s pulling me along, out the door.

“Hah!’ I laugh. We leave that bitch in the bathroom.

“I knew you were tipsy, Carly, but you’re fuckin’ tanked.”

“I am,” I laugh. “Let’s take a selfie. I’m going to put it on Facebook. Are you on Facebook?”

“No. No time for that shit.”

“How can I be all braggy with pictures of you and tagging you as my relationship if you’re not on there?”

“I’ll make an account, then. Just so you can link me as your relationship.”

“Yay. I have a hot alpha boyfriend who rescues me from evil bitches in the ladies’ room. You are a dream come true, Aiden Carmichael.”

He’s shaking his head in amusement as we get back to our table where there is a paper bag with rope handles and our check is sitting here, too.

He reaches for his wallet, opens the leather envelope and drops some bills in, and then grabs the bag with one hand, my hand with his other.

I skip along as we leave the restaurant. We get outside and I make him stop and I take a selfie of us.

“Okay,” I announce after we get the selfie done and I confirm it’s a good one. “Now, silly pic!” I make a goofy face. He smiles at me and I snap at him. “You have to make a goofy face, too.”