Alphas & Millionaires Starter Set (8 page)

I arrived home just in time for the Stella and Michael fashion show. Michael was walking the runway in a short, red dress and black heels. Stella had on her princess dress that she got last Christmas. There was music playing as they took turns posing. I could hear Stella giggling from all of Michael’s antics.

“What do we have here?” I asked, grinning. “Is this a private fashion show?”

“You know it, baby.” Michael gave me his best serious model face. I sat on the loveseat, watching as Stella showed off her gown, accessorized with a crown and pearls.

“What a beautiful princess!” I smiled at how much fun she was having. I heard a bang at the door and got up to answer.

“Miss Woods?” a man in a black suit with his hands behind his back asked me.

“Yes?” I responded, more than a little confused.

He brought his arms to the front and handed me a large, bulky envelope. “This is for you, ma’am.” I took it from his hand and thanked him. He nodded and walked away. I shut the door and walked back to where Stella and Michael were still modeling their gowns.

“What’s that?” Michael asked, coming closer to me.

“I’m not sure. It was just delivered.” I ripped it open, curious as to what it could be.

Molly,

You have captured my heart. Let me capture yours. Open the box. I want you to wear them. Only them. I’ll see you tonight. 10pm. –D.S.

Stunned, I dug in the envelope and found a small, light blue box. I opened it and inside sparkled a pair of heart-shaped diamond earrings. They were flawless. I stood there speechless, staring at the diamonds because…
diamonds!

“Holy…” Michael stopped himself before finishing, realizing Stella was next to him. “Do you know what those babies are?”

“Gorgeous!” I glowed.

“Those are Tiffany & Company platinum ten carat earrings!” Michael exclaimed in a high-pitched voice. “Wow, Mols. That man has it bad. For you!”

“Ten carats? Wow…” I just stood there, shocked. This was an extremely expensive gift for just meeting Drake a week prior. It was starting to feel rushed, but part of me just wanted to enjoy the moment, even if it seemed surreal.
Breathe, Molly breathe.

I decided to wear a pink, sweetheart neckline nighty with string bikini panties underneath. Although he said to only wear the earrings, there was no way I was answering my door naked with a four year old in the house. Besides, it would be more fun having him rip it off me.
Ahh, Drake ripping my clothes off… yes, please.

I heard him knock at exactly ten.
Damn, he’s punctual.
I answered the door as seductively as I could, hoping to arouse him. He stood there with brown dress slacks and a blue button-up shirt. With his sleeves rolled up, and one of his hands in his pockets, he looked so desirable.

More like stunning.

“Good evening,” he smiled, biting his lips as he eyed me up and down.

I gestured for him to come in and shut the door behind him. “You like?” I asked as he watched the lace rub against my legs.

“I do,” he answered smoothly. “But I recall requesting you to be wearing only these,” he said, pointing to my earrings.

“I know.” I took his hand in mine, leading him to my bedroom. “I thought it’d be more fun to have you undress me…”

His eyes shot up, obviously surprised that I was going along with his little game. He lifted me up off my feet and carried me into my room, keeping his eyes on mine. It was like a thirst we could not get slaked… and I wanted more. He wanted more.
I needed more.

“How flexible are you?” he asked, setting me on the bed.

“Um…I did gymnastics until I was fifteen,” I answered, confused by his question.
What exactly did he want me to do?

“Good,” he said, smiling back. “Now, let’s have some fun getting this off you,” he motioned to my string bikini.

He leaned in and slowly kissed me, his hands placed on each side of my face, breathing me in. I could feel the heat building between us. It was uncontrollable. I was uncontrollable.

He climbed on top of me, edging his legs on both sides of me. He moved his hands down to my legs and parted them, running his fingers up my thigh and into my panties. I moaned in his mouth as he teased me.
More, Drake… I want more.

“Shh, baby…I’m taking my time…” he pressed into my ear. I arched my head back, wanting, desiring more of him.

He moved his lips down my neck, and over to my ear, tonguing my new diamond earrings.

“Now every time you rub your ear, you will think of me,” he teased. I remembered the first time I did that in front of him, and he asked if I was nervous. It was a habit I developed when I was younger, and I was not always aware I was doing it. Now he knew, and I was exposed.

“Drake…please,” I begged him for more. I was ready and anxious for him. He was making me crave more and the longer he kissed and touched me, the hotter I burned.

“Just relax, baby. I’ll take good care of you,” he promised.

Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes turned into hours. He touched and kissed virtually every inch of my body. He took his time with me, making sure he pleased me. I could tell he loved my moans, but it was almost too much. After the fifth time, I begged him to stop.

“I can’t move,” I whined in his ear the next morning. My legs felt like jelly. I turned to the clock and saw that I had about ten minutes before I had to get moving in order not to be late.

Drake laughed as he slapped my ass. I was still naked, but he was gentle. “So will I get to see you tonight?”

“I promised Stella I’d have a girls-only night with her. She wants to see the new Madagascar movie,” I replied. I could see the disappointment in his eyes. I knew he understood my position, though. We were just at the stage where we wanted to be around each other all the time.  “Maybe I can sneak up to see you on my break?” I offered, hoping he would find it as intriguing as I did.

“That’s a possibility, Miss Woods.” He grinned.

I got Stella off to school and arrived to my internship just in time. It was refreshing having a man in my life after all this time. I went to bed smiling and woke up smiling even bigger - a routine I wasn’t getting tired of.

“You’ve been in a great mood all week.” Blakely’s surprised tone caught me off guard.

“Yes, I suppose I have. Maybe I have good reason to be,” I said with a wink.

“Okay, spill the news, girl. I know you have to be getting some action. No girl is this happy all the time,” she accused with a laugh.

I laughed at her forwardness. I had been in a great mood lately. Of course, it was the mind-blowing sex, but Drake was also a blast to be around, and it was fun getting to know him, and to feel desired again.

“Sorry, I don’t kiss and tell.”

Blakely spent the rest of the day trying to get information out of me. I kept dodging her and smiling about my little secret.

A few hours later, I snuck upstairs into Drake’s office. His receptionist didn’t give me a questioning look this time, and I went right in. Drake was looking amazing as usual dressed in a black suit with a red button up shirt underneath. He had a huge smile on his face once he saw me come in.

“Molly, what a pleasant surprise. I was hoping you’d stop by,” he said as he took my hand to follow him. He led me to one of his couches and kissed me hard on the lips. “I’ve been anticipating your arrival.” He pushed my sweater off my shoulders and continued kissing me, tangling his hands in my hair.

“It’s only been a few hours.” I laughed against his mouth. It was as if we couldn’t get enough of each other. We needed it. We needed each other.

All day and night…

He lowered me down on the couch and swept my neck with his lips. I brushed my fingers over his chest and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, still glued to his lips. He plucked my nipples between his thumb and finger over my shirt, making them rock hard. I wanted him so bad.

Right now.

He brushed his lips over my shoulder and down my collarbone, torturing me with his soft lips. I loved his lips all over me, but right now, I wanted more of him.

* * *

After our afternoon quickie, I went back down to the kitchen where the rest of my group was. We had all just returned from our break, but I knew I was the only one with messy sex hair.

It was so worth it though.

After work, I surprised Stella with a trip to the movie theatre with just the two of us.

“Mommy, I want popcorn, please!” Stella begged as we entered the movie theatre.

“Okay, sweetie, just hold on. I have to buy the tickets first,” I reminded her. She was so excited she could barely contain herself. I loved these special mommy/daughter nights we had together. She was growing up so fast. I could hardly believe she was four. I remember the day she was born as if it were yesterday.

“Liam!” I screamed from the bedroom. I had just woke up from a nap and was in a pool of water. Liam rushed to the door, and saw that my water had broken.

“Holy shit! Is it time?” he panicked.

“I think so. Grab my bags.” I waddled out of bed, feeling the wetness down my legs.

I was only nineteen and had no idea what to expect. I anticipated labor being painful, but I wasn’t really prepared for the whole baby thing and being a mom. In fact, I was scared to death.

“Come on, baby, let’s go. I have the bags.” Liam grabbed my hand and led me to the car.

We arrived to the hospital, and I was immediately given a room and put on monitors. Liam was freaking out seeing me in pain, but he managed not to faint. My contractions came on hard, and I was already dilated to a seven. It was happening quickly.

Two hours later, Stella Nicole Weston was born. She weighed seven pounds, three ounces and was a beautiful twenty-one inches long. She was perfect. I didn’t know this type of love could ever exist until I had my baby girl.

“All right, sweetie, this way to the movie.” I grabbed Stella’s hand and led her into the theatre as she skipped excitedly all the way to our seats.

She laughed and bounced around through the whole movie. It was the most adorable thing ever. The simple joy in her eyes was the best part of being a mom.

Liam and I argued a lot after Stella was born. The lack of sleep and constant worrying about money had us irritable and on edge. I would do those two months over in a heartbeat if I could.

We were adjusting to being first-time parents. However, we were very young and naïve first-time parents. We struggled to pay our rent and buying formula on top of that made for a very stressful situation. One night Liam decided he needed a night out with his friends. Since it had been two months since Stella was born, I agreed that he needed some time away.
Wish I had time away.

Midnight came and went, and I was getting worried. Liam normally called and checked in with me to make sure Stella and I were doing all right. When he worked, he kept in touch during all his breaks. I started to feel like something was wrong, but I brushed it off as Liam just needing a boys’ night out.

I fell asleep and around three in the morning, my doorbell rang.
Ugh, go figure he forgot his keys.
Stumbling to the door, I opened it, mumbling, “forgot your keys?” But it wasn’t Liam. It was two police officers and as soon as they saw me, they both lowered their heads.

“Miss Woods?” one of the officers asked me.

“Yes?” My stomach was in knots. I felt like throwing up.

“Does Liam Weston reside here, ma’am?”

“Yes he does. Is he in some kind of trouble, officer?” I asked hesitantly.

“I’m sorry to inform you, Miss Woods, but Liam was in a bad head-on collision tonight. He was pronounced dead on the scene.” From the bedroom, the wail of little Stella could be heard. The officer’s face went pale. I just stood there. Stunned. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move. “Ma’am? Are you all right?”

“He’s dead?” I whispered.

“Yes, Miss Woods. He suffered head trauma and was not responsive when the paramedics arrived. We are so sorry for your loss.”

‘We are so sorry for your loss’ rattled in my mind for the next six months. It still didn’t feel real. Even his funeral didn’t feel real. I was numb.

Stella and I grabbed dessert on the way home from the movie theatre and flagged a cab back home. She had a blast, and it gave me such joy to see her happy. I tucked her in for the night and called Drake to say goodnight.

“Hello?” he answered.

“Hey, baby. Wanted to call and say goodnight.”

“I miss you. Wish I could see you right now,” he confessed.

“I miss you, too. What would you do with me if you had me right now?” I taunted, hoping he’d find my sexy voice appealing.

“Ohh…I would be doing very naughty things to you right now. I would start with kissing your neck and caressing your breasts. Then I would make my way down your torso kissing every part of you.” Drake was teasing and arousing me over the phone.
This is hot.

“Stop it…you’re getting me wet.” I groaned.

“Good…that’s my plan.” He chuckled.

“If you can’t deliver the goods, don’t wrap the package,” I scowled, playfully.

“Oh, I plan to deliver, baby.”

“Drake…” I pleaded. I was curious as to what he had in mind.

“First, take off your pants and crawl into bed. Then I want you to take off your shirt. Get nice and comfortable, baby,” he demanded, his tone seductive.

I did as he told me and got down to my bra and undies, crawling under the sheets and wishing Drake were here with me. “Okay, baby, I’m in bed.”

“Perfect. Now close your eyes and imagine me kissing you. Kissing you down your neck, down your collarbone, and down your breasts.” My nipples got hard immediately. I was so aroused by hearing his voice telling me what to do.
Damn, this is fucking hot.

“Now I want you to slowly place one hand over your panties.” It was as if he were lying there right with me. I was soaking in his voice, doing exactly as he told me.
Fuck. This was hot. More. I need more.

“I need you Drake,” I moaned. I wanted him bad.

“I’m here baby. Now slowly put your hand under your panties and envision I’m there with you right now.” I moaned into the phone. I ached for him and craved more.

“More baby, I need more,” I begged.

“Keep going,” he pursued.

“Ahh….Drake…”

“Come on, baby,” he demanded. “Let go for me.”

“DRAKE!”
Oh, God that was amazing.
“Holy shit,” was all I could breathe out.

“That’s my girl.” I could tell he was smiling.

“Now it’s my turn, baby. Listen closely…” I smiled and told him exactly what I wanted him to do to himself. imagining I was there with him.

* * *

The next morning was a classroom day so per my usual schedule, I got Stella up and ready for school. We took the elevator down and walked to the mailboxes.
Junk, junk, bills, bills… oh wait, what is this?
It was a sealed envelope with
Miss Woods
written on it. I shoved everything else in my bag and ripped open the envelope.

One million dollars or the pictures get released. Will contact in 48 hours for pick up details. No cops or they get released immediately.

My mouth dropped open as I saw pictures of Drake and me in the Riverside intern kitchen, making love on the counter. There were about seven different shots of him taking me, kissing me, and teasing me with that red silicone brush.
Holy fucking shit.

“Mommy, what’s wrong?” Stella glanced up at me and noticed a tear in the corner of my eye.

“Nothing, baby. Let’s go,” I lied.

How the hell did this happen? Were there security cameras in there? Surely, Drake would’ve said something if there had been. What was I going to do? Obviously, I didn’t have that kind of money. I was going to have to tell Drake and get him involved. I dug out my phone and called him.

“Drake?” I mumbled.

“Molly? What’s wrong?” He could hear the desperation in my voice.

“We need to talk. I just received something in my mail.” I held back sobs, trying not to frighten Stella. This would be devastating if it went public. Drake was a well-respected businessman and owner and needed to keep his reputation clean to keep profits high. His family would shame him and be humiliated. I would be kicked out of the program, and my chances for graduating or finding a job would be slim.

“I’ll be in my office in thirty minutes. Meet me there.” I grabbed a coffee after walking Stella to the bus stop, and flagged a cab.

“Miss Woods, Mr. Stagliano is expecting you. You may go right in,” his receptionist motioned me to his door. I could feel the sweat coming from my forehead. I was so nervous and scared. Would he be mad? Would he blame me?

“Molly, what’s wrong?” Drake panicked. He stood up from his desk as soon as I opened the door. He raced to my side and took both of my hands in his. I could see the worry on his face.

“We’re being blackmailed.” I grabbed the envelope from my bag and handed it to him. He took it from my shaky hand and walked back to his desk. I followed him and sat down.

“Fuck. It has to be someone in security. But who?” he pondered aloud.

“What are we going to do?’ I asked worried.

“I don’t want you worrying about a thing, Molly. I will take care of this. Go to class and have a great day, baby,” Drake insisted, kissing me on the forehead. I was relieved he wasn’t upset with me, but I couldn’t just stop worrying because he said so.

I could barely pay attention in class. I couldn’t focus, and I was called on twice. I glanced up, completely oblivious to what the question was. I buried my head in my hands, ready to burst into tears at any moment. The instructor could see I was having a bad day, and left me alone after the second time I flaked on answering his questions.

“Molly, can I see you after class please?” I glanced up to see he was looking directly at me. I nodded at him and dug myself deeper into the chair.
Ugh, this is embarrassing.

I collected my things after we were dismissed and met with the instructor. He asked me if everything was all right, and I quietly explained I was experiencing some personal issues and that I would be more focused tomorrow. I apologized for my lack of participation in class and he let me leave once he was satisfied with my response.

I rushed home after class, hoping to feel better once I saw Stella. She was sitting at the table eating. “Stella baby, what are you eating?”
Interesting choice of snacks, as always.

“Pickles and yogurt.”

“You are my strange little girl.” I laughed, kissing her on the cheek.

I decided I needed to call Drake and see if he had found any information. “Hey baby, how was class?” he asked, answering on the first ring.

“Not good. I was too distracted. Please tell me you found something out?” I said, worried.

“I told you not to worry. I’m taking care of it.”

“I know. I can’t help but worry.” I frowned. “I miss you.”

“I miss you, too. Can you come over tonight? I’d like to show you something.”

“Sure. I can come after Stella goes to bed. Michael will be home by nine.”

“Sounds good, baby. See you then.” We hung up and I spent the rest of the evening with Stella. We colored, made pizza, and built a fort in her bed. She made it easy to forget all my worries.

I arrived at Drake’s around 9:30 p.m. I wasn’t sure what he had in store for us that evening, but I wanted to leave my worries behind and just enjoy spending time with him. I trusted him, and if he said he would take care of it, I believed him.

His doorman ushered me in and to the elevator that went up to the penthouse. I walked in, and Drake was nowhere to be seen. I walked through the foyer and into the kitchen, where I saw rose petals on the floor. They trailed through the dining room and up the staircase. I followed, curious as to what this man had planned. I smiled as I walked up the stairs, was anticipation building. At the top of the staircase, the rose petals led me to a door I hadn’t been through before. Cautiously, I opened it and walked in.

Inside, I saw the photos of Drake and I that were taken in the kitchen. They are blown up and mounted on canvases. They are tastefully seductive and appropriate for our eyes only. I smiled as my memory of that day flashed through my mind. Rose petals are covering the cherry wood floor, and there’s light classical music playing in the background. There’s a pure white studio day sofa in the middle of the room, covered with red rose petals and red pillows. The room is set up for a night of complete romance.

“You like?” Drake’s voice appeared behind me. I turned around and there he was. He had on a red tie and nothing else.
Fuck, that’s a sexy tie.

“I absolutely love!” I gushed, eyeing him up and down.
I love the photos and him standing there in just a tie.

I noticed a clear, plastic box with the red silicone brush placed inside. I chuckled as I remembered him teasing me with it.

“Nice display,” I said, brushing my fingertips along the bristles.

Keeping his eyes glued to mine, he took my head in his hands and leaned down for a kiss. He deepened the kiss, tilting my head back, giving him more access. I rubbed my hands along his torso, feeling his rock-hard muscles.

Our lips separated as he pressed his forehead to mine. “It’s been two weeks since we first made love. It’s been the best two weeks of my life, Molly. I think about you all day when we aren’t together. I want you in my life, and want you to be only mine.” He paused, letting it sink in.

“I am only yours.” I smiled. “I don’t want anyone else,” I admitted.

“Good, because you are all I want. I want you. All of you. I want to know Stella better, I want to know you better, and I want to be a part of your lives—if you’ll let me.” He looked deep into my eyes, confessing his love for me. It was the first time someone had spelled it all out for me like that. No games. No worries.
Just him and me.