Graham (Obsessed Alpha 3)

There are people everywhere. I already hate this trip. It’s not so much the people, but the purpose of the cruise. Finding someone to be that one special someone isn’t easy. That’s why I’m twenty-one and single.

It was a gift from my aunt before she died. She used the last of her money to buy me a ticket to find a man. She was a bit old fashion. Aunt Bee, a fitting name, ordered me to find a man who would care for me and fill me with babies. It’s her dying wish and the only reason I’m here, but I can’t stop thinking about the guy who stormed away from the ship. Visions of him filling me with babies make the summer heat ten times hotter.

Did he forget his boarding pass? Or did he have a change of heart? Either way, I wish he’d come back. I shouldn’t have walked away. I’m a freaking chicken. The first guy to ever light up my body and I run as fast as I can only to be surrounded by a bunch of eager single men.

My hand still tingles from his touch like it’s been marked by him. I continue on down the passageway to my room. Knowing that I don’t like the ocean and wanting me to be comfortable, my aunt paid for one of the best suites on the ship. I don’t hate the ocean per se or even get seasick; I’m just indifferent to it. Tack on the added pressure of meeting a man, I needed this room.

I’m almost to my door when a man approaches from the opposite direction. He turns on his thousand-watt smile and introduces himself. “Hello, I’m Dex.” I take in his appearance. He’s a tall, athletic guy with blond hair and a bronze tan. It looked like he spent a considerable amount of time in the sun.

He takes my hand and tries to raise it to his lips for a kiss, but I pull it back. I can’t let the memory of the other guy go as a sense of betrayal strikes me. How could I let someone else touch me? I’m losing it. “I’m Gia,” I say, attempting to remember meeting guys is the whole purpose of the cruise.

“Great to meet you. I can’t believe someone as hot as you is on the ship.” He doesn’t waste a second tossing a bogus ass line on me.

“Um…thanks.” I don’t get out much, so I don’t really know how to respond. I just want to get to my room and get myself together before all the talking begins.

“Excuse me. I need to get settled in. I’m a late arrival.”

“Sorry. I’ll see you later beautiful.” He winks and walks away, stealing a glance back at me. I smile, wondering how bad this is going to get. Another two doors down, I find my suite number and press my key card to the door. It opens, and I drag my suitcases inside, stumbling a little. I step into the room, but the door doesn’t close behind me.

I turn around thinking he followed me in, instantly putting my guard up. Instead, it’s the man who left the ship. “What are you doing in here?” I gasp out, both shocked and pleasantly surprised to see him again.

“Refusing to let someone else steal you away.” I look him up and down while I try to understand this feeling of warmth coming over me. It’s insane how attracted I am to him. It’s not normal.

He leans against the door frame with his arms crossed, biting on the side of his bottom lip—looking like trouble, sexy trouble. His suit jacket tightens over his arms, displaying the muscles I felt coil around me earlier. My pussy clenches and my brain turns to mush. He’s not playing fair with all his sex appeal, and that shit is too unsettling. “Did you forget your boarding pass or something? I didn’t expect to see you again.”

“I didn’t forget anything but you. Come with me,” he demands.

“No. I don’t know you.” I cross my arms, attempting to look stern and hiding my hardened nipples. We stare at each other, and I can feel the heat passing between us. With my hauteur, I insist, “I need to unpack. Please go.”

His expression stiffens, and with a huff, he says, “We can get to know each other off the boat.” The suggestion is tempting because I’m not into the whole cruise thing. I might be sexually attracted to him, but I’m not insane.

I shake my head because I’m actually doing my best to fight off the need to throw myself into his arms. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” My voice is so weak that I doubt he believes me.

“Are you going to force me to stay on this cruise?” he asks like he didn’t plan on staying aboard the cruise. Did he think I would just do what he wanted? Okay, he’s not too far off, but that makes me annoyed.