Alphas & Millionaires Starter Set (20 page)

“Molly, I would like you to come with me this weekend to the charity benefit my family is hosting. Would you do me the honors?” Drake asked sweetly, giving me the chills. The Stagliano family was wealthy and well known. Any time they sponsored an event, many powerful and rich people attended, making it a huge press event. Being there on Drake’s arm would make for a lot of publicity that I wasn’t sure I was ready for.

I bit my lip and rubbed my ear a few moments before saying anything. I was nervous and wasn’t sure if I would be good enough to be on his arm. I had never been to an exclusive event before, but given that photos were all over the magazines and social media the following day, it was no secret how huge of an event it was.

“Molly?” Drake asked, breaking the silence.

“Yeah…sorry. Of course, I will. I just…” I stumbled over my own words.

“What? Do you not want to go?” he asked, disappointed.

“No, I do! I’ve just never been to such an elite event before. I don’t really have anything to wear, or even an idea of what to expect, I guess. I’m just nervous. I don’t want to embarrass you,” I finally responded shyly, hoping he would understand.

“Baby, you would never embarrass me. I promise. I can help get you something to wear if that will make you feel better, but honestly, you have nothing to worry about.” He lifted my chin up to look deep into my eyes. “You are beautiful. No matter what,” he said, lightly kissing my lips and giving me a squeeze.
Wow… this was certainly going to be interesting, to say the least.

* * *

“Oh my goodness, Drake, this is stunning!” I gushed as the limo door opened. I stepped out onto the red carpet, waiting for Drake to come to my side. I swung my arm into his and gripped my clutch purse tightly as we started walking down the carpet. There were paparazzi on both sides, flashing their cameras directly at us. Being that Drake was an only child and the only heir to the business, he was like a celebrity at these events.

“Mr. Stagliano! Drake! Who’s your date?” I heard from the crowd. I wanted to impress Drake with my appearance tonight so I had Michael put my hair in a side up-do, and he did my makeup. I wanted to show Drake that I could live up to the expectations of the media.
Though I doubt it really matters to him.
But I still wanted to impress him.

We stopped for a few pictures where I stood gracefully by his side and smiled. I felt awkward and out of place, but I wanted to do it for Drake. He looked so good in his black Versace tuxedo and his wild curls were perfectly tamed. His bright smile reflected off the flashes as they continued to blind us.

“You. Look. Incredible,” Drake whispered slowly into my ear as we headed inside the hotel, still linked by our arms. “I adore you.” He brushed my lips lightly with his as we were entering the ballroom. I felt a spontaneous combustion between my thighs as my body yearned for him.

God, I loved this man.

My jaw dropped as I stared into the crystal ballroom. It was beyond stunning. It was brightly lit with white tulle hanging from the ceiling to the chandelier. The centerpieces were tall, crystal vases with white pine stems and white orchids. I have never seen something so amazing. It was like a picture in a magazine. I was lost in the room and collided with Drake as he stopped walking in front of me.

“Molly, there’s going to be several people I’m going to introduce you to. Don’t feel intimidated, okay?” he said, trying to reassure me. I just nodded, keeping a smile plastered to my face, staying close to him.

After an hour of meeting numerous people and being introduced as Drake’s girlfriend, we were finally allowed to sit down at our table in the front of the room. Drake was going to be speaking and introducing the beneficiary and cause. What Drake and his family were doing was absolutely incredible. They were not only a hard-working family, but they gave back in any way they could. They funded benefits and events for children’s charities, cancer and illnesses, homeless shelters, and feeding the hungry. It was an honor to just be in the same room as all of these people.

“Molly, is it?” I heard a woman’s voice ask behind me.

I turned my body around and instantly tensed up as I studied the gorgeous woman who screamed elegance and money.

“I’m Kendra.”

“Yes,” I replied firmly. “I know who you are.”

The corner of her lips tilted up in immediately satisfaction that looked pure evil.

“You look stunning,” she complimented, as she stood towering over me. I was still seated, waiting for Drake to return with our champagne. As I looked around for him, I saw him talking to a young couple, with two glasses in his hands. I could see that he was eager to get back to me, but Drake was not the type of person to ignore anyone that wanted to speak with him.

“Well, thank you.” I smiled again at her odd compliment. “You look lovely, as well,” I said, trying to reciprocate. I suddenly remembered Drake mentioning how wealthy her family was, which would explain why she was here.
Did this mean she would be at all of these damn events?

She lowered herself so her mouth was just brushing my ear. “You look nice on his arm now, Molly, but you won’t last.” I tensed up a bit as she continued. “He will always be mine.” All I could do was stare, surprised at her forwardness.
Bitch.
She gazed into my eyes for a moment and slowly walked away. I imagined other women being jealous, but knowing Kendra already had a past with Drake made me uneasy.

And pissed off.

“Sorry, sweetheart.” Drake apologized, as he handed me a glass. “That was Mr. Stone and his fiancé. He owns some condo complexes in downtown.” As Drake was telling me about the people at the event, Kendra’s words kept replaying in my head. I knew she just wanted to upset me, but a part of me didn’t want to be naïve.

Drake stood up, and buttoned his jacket as he walked up to the podium. Applause flooded the room as Drake made his appearance and I smiled, proud for my man. He looked so calm and at home as he stood giving his speech. Butterflies ran through my body just looking up at him and watching his gestures. I couldn’t believe I was the one he chose to go home with each night.
He is mine.

As the event ended, we posed for a few more pictures. I was exhausted by the end of the evening from continuous smiling, meeting new people, sipping on champagne, and linking to Drake’s arm. The event had an excellent turnout and I could tell Drake was very pleased. As much fun as it was being his date, I was eager to get my man home.

“Exhausted yet?” Drake whispered into my ear, teasing the lobe with his tongue. My body tensed at his touch, and I was more than ready to leave and have my way with him. Seeing him tonight made everything about him make sense. He was not only a businessman; he was a charitable man that gave back to his community.

“Yes, but not too exhausted,” I teased back, as he helped me back into the limo. The party had subsided and we were able to leave without cameras flashing in our faces.

“Good, I was hoping you’d say that,” he said through his bright smile. The driver shut the door behind us and Drake immediately pushed the window up between the driver and us. I eyed him down as I sensed he was on to something.
Something naughty, I hoped.

“Thank you for bringing me. It was seriously a dream come true!” I said as I scooted closer to him, wrapping my legs over his lap. I leaned in for a kiss, but right before our lips touched, there was a slight knock on the tinted window outside.
Who the hell?

Drake lowered the window to reveal Kendra standing there. She was obviously wasted, as she could hardly stand up without leaning on the door.
Fabulous.

“Kendra? What do you want?” Drake asked, stunned to see his ex.
Good, he’s just as shocked as I am.

“Oh, Drake. You know you’d rather have me in that limo than her. Just admit it!” she exclaimed, slurring her words and obviously saturated in liquid courage.

“Kendra, what are you talking about? We haven’t been together in years. Are you really going to pull this?” After what she did with our photos, it didn’t surprise me anymore to see what this girl would do to grab his attention.

“Don’t act like you don’t know, Drake. Tell her.” She nodded her head toward me. “Tell her you really want me.” My face was beet red. Now I was pissed. I felt like yanking her hair through the window and giving her a piece of my mind. Before I could do anything, Drake bit out a curse and rolled the window back up. He yelled to the driver to leave, and as we did, I could see her hand smear against the window. Clearly, she wasn’t ready to let go.
Was she like this with all his girlfriends or just me?

“Molly, I’m sorry. She’s drunk, just ignore her.” He tried to calm me as he could see the heat in my face and my eyes tear up.

“Is she right?” I asked out loud.

“God, no! Molly, believe me, please. Kendra is a possessive nut job. She goes after all my girlfriends, no matter who they are. She thinks because she has money that we belong together.” My expression didn’t change and as he tried to reassure me, I kept playing our conversation over and over in my mind.

“You look good on his arm now…you won’t last…”

Her words echoed in my mind.
Ugh, I wanted to knock her out.

“She told me at the event that I looked good on your arm now, but that it wouldn’t last.” I finally turned to face Drake to check his reaction.

“She did what? Hell, no! Molly, I swear to you. You are not just a fling. You are the only woman I have ever loved. Kendra can clearly see that, and is intimidated by you. She doesn’t understand why I don’t want her, but that’s her problem, not ours, okay?” He looked so sincere that it just about melted my heart. “Molly, with you it’s different. You’ve always been different.” He placed his hands on my face, leaning his forehead against mine, showing the sentiment in his words. I couldn’t believe I ever doubted this man.

What is wrong with you, Molly?

“I’m sorry, Drake. I’m just insecure when it comes to this.” I waved a hand between the two of us. “You’re beyond wonderful and you have my heart. I’m just scared,” I finally admitted.

“I understand, Molly. I get scared, too. Sometimes I think you are too good to be true. But I want to enjoy every moment with you regardless.” He didn’t allow me to respond; instead, he pulled my lips to his and kissed me deeply. I surrendered to his mouth as I kissed him back. I wrapped my hands in his hair, feeling his curls between my fingers. I slowly brushed my fingers down his cheek and down his torso. The feeling of his hard body under his suit was getting me anxious for more.

“Molly, I love you,” he whispered into my lips, breaking our kiss for just a split second.

“I love you, Drake. With my whole heart.” He brushed my straps off my shoulders, exposing my naked breasts as he cupped one with his warm hand. “I need you. Now, Drake,” I demanded as he slowly undressed me.

“I still get butterflies around you,” he confessed as his lips made their way down my neck.

“Fuck butterflies. I feel the whole zoo when I’m with you.” He chuckled as I took charge.

I lowered my hands to the buttons of his suit coat and pushed it off him. I fought with his tie, but after a few attempts and an escaped laugh from Drake, he offered me a hand to get the rest of it off. I unbuttoned his white shirt and ripped it out of his pants. I could feel him hard against me and I was ready and willing. I was addicted to this man.

Serious addiction–the best kind.

After stripping him down to just his briefs, I climbed on top of his lap, straddling him as his hands pushed my dress up and over my hips. I rubbed up against him, teasing him with the lace of my panties. He moaned in my mouth as I rotated my hips against him once more. Pulling my panties to one side, he slipped a finger in, feeling my wetness and hunger for him.

“Molly, you never disappoint,” he said eagerly against my neck, working his way down. I tilted my head back, giving him access to my naked skin. Drake kissed me tenderly from my neck down to my chest, where he sucked hard on my nipples until they were stiff peaks.

“Oh, Drake…” I moaned against him as he continued kissing me. I was ready for him.

I reached down, pulling his briefs down and exposing him. I continued straddling him as I let him enter me, feeling every inch of him as my body went into convulsions. I yelled his name while we continued making love, kissing each other deeply, and touching one another. His skin felt soft over his hard muscles as my fingertips explored his body.

“Molly, you are my everything,” he confessed as he broke the kiss. “Please never doubt that.”

“I won’t. I promise,” I reassured. I placed my hands on both sides of his face, kissing him softly letting him know I meant it.
I could do this. I could be his.
I knew I needed to let my guard down and let him in fully. I needed to allow myself to be happy even with all the insecurities and drunk ex-girlfriends.
I can do this.

“Sometimes I just look at you and think ‘wow, I want to take off his pants.’ Is that bad?”