Alphahole (Alphahole Roommates 1)

Fuckin’ wanna grab her by those curls and force my cock down her throat when she’s sassy. Spank that perfect round ass while I do so I can feel her whimpering around my cock.

She tries to be cold as ice with me, but when she loses hold on her guard, like when we were laughin’ over hot cock sauce in the kitchen? Then tries to put on the tough chick act again?

Makes me wanna fuck the sass right outta her and watch all that attitude melt away. She’s either soft under all that attitude or she’s playin’ a good fuckin’ game. Either way, I’ll be the one that wins this thing.

But, fuck. When she bent over in front of me getting in the cab that morning? Fuckin’ had to fight to keep a lock on my self-control. Felt like a fifteen-year-old who had zero control over his dick.

Fuckin’ loved giving her goosebumps. I’ve done it twice so far. She’s affected by me and bad at hiding it. Or, good at pretending she’s trying to hide it.

And then tonight? Strutting in that sexy sweatshirt? Low cut in the front, high-cut on the sides, slits reaching toward her hips, no goddamn bra on. And those fuckin’ legs of hers. I wanted to heft her up onto the counter, throw the fuckin’ food to the side and pound her senseless.

Bossy little thing thinks she’s a Pitbull. A Pitbull puppy maybe, with a fuckin’ bow around its’ neck.

Don’t eat my food, Aiden.

You owe me seven eggs, Aiden!

The fuck is she all about? I’ll take all your eggs. You’ll be beggin’ to give me more eggs, wench.

My phone rang when she stormed off. My buddy Jude. Forgot I was supposed to meet him for drinks to talk about this latest bullshit with Bella.

Bitch sends me a link to a bunch of topless photos last night and it makes me wonder if she’s doing crack. I have pictures I’m using as insurance. Why the fuck would she send more as a peace offering?

Maybe I’ll get him to do some digging into Carly Adler, too. Figure out what I’m dealing with.

I thought for a minute there that she might be a mole, but I’ve run through all the scenarios where it’s a possibility and decided it’s highly unlikely my mother would have gotten Carly on radar. She’s been here just a couple days, came from a tiny office in Buffalo, a company we acquired quickly because I punted the lead my father’s way. She was an unknown before that. None of that was big enough to hit Audra Carmichael’s radar. But it wouldn’t be the first time my mother tried to get me in hand by having a woman throw herself at me. Does Audra think if she marries me off and gets me led around by the dick she can call the shots through whoever the chick is?

Still got no idea why my father put this chick in my apartment, though. Makes no fuckin’ sense. We have girls staying in the two-bedroom apartment, but there’s an empty three-bedroom condo of ours on the fifteenth floor where all three of them could go.

“Bella,” I greet. She’s at the bar I’m supposed to meet Jude at.

Is it a coincidence she’s here? The look of surprise on her face tells me it must be.

Bella is dressed in that same dress I fucked her in the other day. Same shoes, too.

Fuck, even cheaper than I thought. She sees me and chokes on the dregs of her drink and whispers something to the chick bartender who side-eyes me and then starts on a new drink.

I eye her from head to toe, but give nothing away as to whether I like what I see or am judging what I see.

“Aiden,” she greets belatedly, trying to look composed. Failing.

“What’s up, Bella?”

“I’ve had a bad day,” she shrugs. “Thanks to you.”

“Oh yeah?” I ask, casually.

“I found nothing in your briefcase. I know that’s what you’re up in arms about. There’s no reason for you to terrorize me like this.” She stares into the glass the bartender hands her.

I glare at her. “I told you already I’m not climbing back on your crazy train. Stop tryin’ to turn on the charm. Don’t fuck with me, Bella.”

She looks up at me and bats her eyelashes. “I won’t,” she assures. “I don’t want to be on your bad side, Aiden. I want to be on your good side. How do I get back there?”

She runs her index finger down my arm.

“Just stay outta my way,” I say. “I’ll let you know if I want you to feed specific info to Audra.”

She flinches.