Top Love: An Alpha Billionaire Romance (Young Adult Stepbrother and Billionaire Romance Stories) (39 page)

“I’ll manage.”

“If I were you, I’d get the fuck out of town, because she’ll be gunning for both of us once she realizes the game is over.”

“I know.”

“All right, let’s get this show on the road.”

“Thank you, Mister Darkee. I will make sure you get the money you deserve.”

“De nada.  Go home and be happy, mama.  I hope you find a guy that deserves you.  You’re very beautiful.”

“You’re too kind to an old shrew,” I said.

“Hey…I’m not sure if this matters.  But…well, I think there’s something more to your boyfriend that you ought to know.”

“I don’t know if it matters…but what the hell.”

“I made a flash drive copy of the CC footage.  You watch it and you make up your own mind.”

“I will.”

“Let’s go then.”

“Hey!” I said desperately.  “How do I know…you know…that you’re really going to help me?”

“You don’t,” he said matter-of-factly.  But sometimes you just got to think the best of people and believe.”

He walked quickly out of my room.  I waited for long tense moments, wondering if the next sight I would see would be an irate Victoria with a gun. 

I did feel a sudden pang of dread.  Not just the thought of him screwing me over, but the thought of stupidly showing my…well, my motherhood in a moment of lust that wasn’t exactly coerced.

But to my relief, I could hear the car running from a distance.  I knew it was my time to go…now or never.  I rushed outside, definitely hearing sounds from other rooms, probably more thugs and gangsters and whoever the fuck else was part of Victoria’s clan.  But I couldn’t afford to second guess myself now.

I ran outside and sure enough, thank God, there was Darkee where he said he would be.  I had less than a minute to get in and drive the fuck out of dodge.

“Oh God!  Oh god!  Go!  Let’s go!”

“We’re burning rubber, mamacita!”

“Thank you!  Oh God, thank you!  Thank you so much!”

He said, literally burning rubber and making a horrendous squealing noise. 

“Where to?” I said.

“Wherever we can go without dying is what I recommend.”

“Good idea!”

“Thinking maybe take the freeway exit in a small town somewhere.  You got a friend that can pick you up?”

“Yeah I think so.  She lives alone…she’s afraid to go out this late…”

“Two girls that live alone huh?  Nice,” he said with a creepy little smile.

“I guess…”

For a moment I dreaded that Darkee might take me as his own personal prisoner.  But… I trusted in the goodness of people and wasn’t disappointed.  He was all talk, but in the end just a man who kept his word.  He dropped me about a block from a gas station, a twenty in my hand and barely a wave goodbye. 

Who knew what fate awaited him.  I will be forever grateful to that strange and crazy guy.  We didn’t talk much on the way there.  I guess he really had said all he needed to say to me, and images of my self-pleasure were no doubt going to keep him company for a while. 

***

When I finally got back to town, I crashed a friend’s house and convinced her to accompany me on a roadtrip…kind of out of nowhere, but that’s where I felt the safest.  Far away from anywhere Victoria or anyone from my old job could think to find me.

When things calmed down, I finally mustered up the courage to watch the MPG4 video on the flash drive Darkee gave me.  There was a little more to the story.  Maybe not the happy ending that I hoped for, but something to hold onto.

The woman finished bouncing her tits around Alfred’s face, daring him to make contact with her skin.  But to my surprise he remained stoic.  Focused but empty.  When he finally spoke he put my fears to rest.

“I don’t think I’m ready yet,” he said coldly, eyeing the woman’s tits like they were tired at an auto parts store.  “I’m not over her yet.”

“Come on, man,” the woman argued.  “She dumped you!”

“But I’m still in love with her.  And it would be fair to you or myself.”

I smiled ear to ear, feeling a huge shadow of relief fall upon me.  It was the words I longed to hear.  That every woman longs to hear from the man she loves, even after he’s “moved on.”  That he still feels her, he still sees her, he still longs for her.  For me.  He longs for me. 

They didn’t have sex.  The man didn’t need a revenge fuck to feel better about himself.  But he needed me.  That was all that mattered.  When I finally worked up the nerve to contact him, well, it was a big tearful moment for the both of us…the sort of manipulative tearjerker scene a novelist like himself might want to avoid.

              “I’m so glad you’re okay,” he said, grabbing me in a hug and not letting me go for a long tearful moment.  “I thought…I thought…”

“What?” I cried out.

“They sent me a letter with your name.  It was your handwriting.  Somehow…”

I did read that letter.  What a stupid cunt of a masterpiece of writing, an ingenious plot by Victoria to think of this.

Dear Alfie,

I can’t do this anymore.  I don’t know to love you.  I don’t know how to have this baby or this life with you.  Everything is all about you, isn’t it?  All that matters is your money and your power and your women all acting subservient to you.  I can’t handle it anymore.  I’m getting rid of this baby because obviously there is no husband in my life anymore.  There is no marriage, no family, no good memories of the past.  Only heartbreak and hatred. 

Don’t come after me.  If you love me, just let me go. 

“Ohh Alfie,” I cried.  “You should have known…the way she wrote it…she was talking about herself!”

“I know, I know that now,” he said still clutching me tight and making me feel like a million bucks.  “Not a day goes by that I don’t think of the past…that I did something wrong with Victoria.  That I lost her because I screwed something up.  And then I thought I did the same thing with you.  I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” I sniffed back.  “I really thought I was a nuisance.  That you wanted your freedom.”

“No, I want you.  I want this baby.  Money isn’t happiness, Barbara.  It’s a lonely life without someone to share it with.  What you have growing inside of you is my muse, my motivation.  Everything I have to live for.”

“I’m really happy to hear you say that,” I said with another gagging cry and then a long, wet kiss that bonded our souls together again.

“So…” I had to ask, even through laughter and tears.  “You really didn’t do the girl in the video?  I mean, after the camera feed went off?”

“Well…to be perfectly honest…” he said with an embarrassed and almost shy smile.  “I did ask her to play with herself in front of me.  Just to see if I could feel anything again.  It just felt sad…”

“Yeah…that happens…” I said tilting my head and raising my eyebrows.  “So…let’s just call it even.”

“No questions asked!” he laughed.  “I’m just glad to have you home again.”

“I’m glad to have you again.  You are my home.”

***

So Alfie, as you well know, a story must have a happy ending.  Oh, it doesn’t always have to be perfect.  But it has to be real.  It has to be genuine.  The saddest moments of my life were when I thought I had lost you. 

But the realization that it really was my paranoia was somehow a nice breeze on a cold day.  Oh sure, there will always be villains and antagonists that try to ruin our love together.  But what matters is that you are still here with me…even when you’re away on business—even now—your heart has never left me.  You still need me.  Still crave me.  No matter how things change they always stay the same inside of us, don’t they? 

Your son is so beautiful.  He has your eyes.  He’s even developing your peculiar way of speaking.  I never thought you had a soft side until I saw you with him the day he was born.  Well, I do also remember our tearful reunion in the coffee shop.  The wonderful cathartic feeling of knowing, of realizing that we both survived the test. 

And it’s okay to be a little jealous of Darkee, just like I’m a little jealous of that blond whore who danced for you.  But they are just secondary characters in our lives, aren’t they?  Just diversions for what really matters.

In case you’re wondering, no I never saw him again, nor did he bother finding me via text message or email.  He was a bad seed, I’m sure.  Maybe dead by now, for all I know.  Or maybe he’s just traveling around the world having hot sex with milfs who are oh so grateful for his favors.  I really don’t care.  It was just a silly moment in a lifetime of important decisions.

I know you’re still hurting about Victoria too.  I think we both knew it was inevitable.  She couldn’t live without you.  More than that, she couldn’t live with herself, knowing that she fucked everything up and lost you for it.  I feel bad for her, I really do.  But she made a choice to pull that trigger.  I know you grieve for her…and I know you’re also getting over her just the same.  We never regret who we meet in life.  We do our best to help the people we know and we never look back.

The past has to stay behind us, if we’re ever going to reach that “happily ever after” ending.  You of all people know that.  I’m proud of who you are, what you did for her, and what you do for everyone who meets you.

So as I write this letter to you, eager for you to return home from your business trip, I am reminded of the many reasons why I love you.  Because even though your way with words is beautiful, you still take the time to read my letters.  You’re not a man of little emotion, but a man of great emotional complexity.  The type of deep thinker and feeler that has to express carefully what he feels, because emotion just pours like rain, doesn’t it?

And I know deep down you probably wonder why I ever liked you in the first place.  It’s just kosher for a woman married to a billionaire to say, “Why of course I loved you because of your heart, soul, and so on—and definitely not your huge bank account!”

But the truth is I loved you because of your monster cock!  Come on, Alfie, smile!  You’re feeling stressed right about now and need a good laugh.

No seriously, you know it was your mind.  Just to prove it to you let me share another unflattering secret about my past, one that doesn’t end with me pleasuring myself in front of a Latino heartthrob for a chance at a jailbreak.

Before I met you, I was still thinking about my last boyfriend.  A writer that I might in New York.  I was always amazed at the power he had in his words and the ability he had to take my mind places I never went before.  And as I got to know him, I realized that having such great power is a curse.  It gives some people attitude.  It robs them of their soul. 

At first, I thought you were just like him.  Another full of himself writer who couldn’t possibly understand what it felt like to love.  To love someone “unimportant” in the world of celebrities and movie stars and the like.

But then you showed me that you had the rare gift of a heart as well as powerful mind.  You just had to peel through the layers to find it.  And once I found your heart, it was the most beautiful thing in the universe.  A glowing sun of warmth and compassion.  So the reason I married you and fathered your son, Alfred Banes, is because you were the best writer I had ever met—dramatic, exciting but with a moral of the story that just stuck in my throat and reduced me to tears.

Hurry home, I say!  I can’t wait till you come home again and bring us presents and stories about your latest book.  And by all means, feel free to “rear end” me any time, you terrible driver, you.

THE END

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Bundled Heart

An Alpha Romance Story

By: Taylor Young

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Krystal has always been beautiful to me. From the day I laid my eyes on her, she took my breath away. I knew I loved her from day one. I transferred to Piedmont High my freshman year. She befriended me right away. It’s the love I feel for her that has me making my plans. One way or another Krystal will be mine…

I closed my journal and put it back into my glove box.  I have no idea why I keep it in my glove box.  I live alone, so there’s no one to snoop around my room for my journal or anything like that.  I guess it’s my way of stalling.  I hate going to the doctor, but this pain in my stomach has not subsided at all.  Still, my thoughts continue to drift to her—despite the pain, despite the nausea, and despite it all.  I finally get out of my car and walk in.

While I sit in the doctor’s office, I look around observing everything hanging on the walls.  The office isn’t very big and the walls are the same eggshell white that most doctor’s offices are, but the walls are also filled up with various certifications his doctor has gotten over the years. 

I just finished high school this year and now waiting for summer to be over so I can start my freshman year of college.  I’ve been looking forward to college for the usual reasons---to spread my wings and just get out in the world.  The only thing that would make it better is to have Krystal by my side. 

Dr. Wilson just walked in.  He’s wearing his usual ripped jeans and graphic t-shirt.  My eyes begin to water from laughing so hard.  The shirt has an arrow that points toward his face and says ‘My eyes are up here.’  His clothes clash against his white lab coat.  I suspect that Dr. Wilson used to be a hippie or stoner at some point in his life, but he’s been my doctor ever since I could remember and has always dressed this way.  If it weren’t for the slightly gray hair that peppered his black hair, you’d think he was my age. 

“So, what’s up, Eddie?” he asks me.  “Are you feeling okay?”  He walks around to the other side of his desk, takes his coat off, and places it on the back of his chair.  He’s always hated wearing it, but usually puts it on for show when he has to go through the waiting room.

“Yeah, doc.  I’m good.  I mean, my stomach hurts a little, but I’m sure it’s just nerves.  It’s nothing I can’t live with.”  I slumped down in my chair to get comfortable.  I feel a little out of sorts because I’m dressed almost exactly like Dr. Wilson.  I’m in my own stone-washed jeans.  My graphic t-shirt reads, ‘Superwoman is my bitch.’  My mom hates it, so that’s all the more reason to wear it.  I’m also wearing my black converse high tops and my black leather belt with silver spikes.  I have long, black hair down to my shoulders.  I'm told girls think that’s hot.  I also have a lip ring, but it’s not because I care what others think.  I just like it.  When I turned eighteen a few weeks back, my dad took me to get my first tattoo—a sleeve that encompassed my whole right arm. 

Suddenly, I’m brought out of my daydream by Dr. Wilson snapping his fingers.  “Sorry, doc.  I was a little lost in my own head.  College is starting soon and all.”  I feign a smile.  I really don’t feel like smiling, but can’t let everyone know I’m apprehensive. 

“It’s all good, Eddie.  I completely understand.  New phase of life and all that—it can be quite the undertaking.  So, show me where your stomach is bothering you at.”

I stand up, pull up my shirt, and point to the right side of my stomach.  He walks up, pushes down slightly where I just pointed to, and causes me to jump. 
Damn, that hurt
, I think to myself as I wince.  He makes an annotation on his chart and looks up at me.  “I’d like to run some tests, if that’s okay with you.” he says.  

“Sure,” I say.  “I guess.  When do you want to do them?  I have some time now.”  I’m a bit nervous, but don’t want to seem scared. 

“Cool.  Let me go get a nurse, and we’ll get you taken back as soon as possible.”

He walks out for a moment and comes back in with a nurse. 
God, she’s hot,
I think to myself.  Guess my testosterone is taking over here. 
She must be new
. 
I have never seen her here before.  Certainly, she’s an angel and I’m about to be taken on a trip to heaven!

Her hand goes to her hip as she is impatiently waiting on me.  I must have spaced out again.  As I look her up and down, she’s wearing hot pink scrubs that hug her hips just right.  There is very little left to the imagination.  “Eddie?” she says.  “Come with me.”  She’s all business today, but I swear that I can see a little hint of a vixen under there.  I try to flirt with her, but she’s not having it—though she is playful. 

“That’s enough from you, ‘Mr. Smooth.’” she says.  “You don’t need to flirt with me.  From what I have heard, you’ve already found the missing piece to your heart.  So, let’s get you poked and prodded.”

I stopped dead in my tracks.  So much was going on.  Not only had I been called out on my flirtatious ways, but how did she know about
her
?  I’ve told the doc some things, but not enough to have this woman know that Krystal was the missing piece to my heart’s puzzle.  

“Hold up, nurse lady.” I said teasingly.  “As much as I would
love
to let you in my pants, I’m not quite certain what kind of ‘prodding’ you think you’ll get to do.  We just met.  Let’s slow down.  This relationship is moving a bit fast.”  That’s when it hit me—literally.  I look up to realize that ol’ Doc Wilson has just smacked me upside the head ‘Leroy Jethro Gibbs’ style. 
This must be how Tony DiNozzo felt
, I thought to myself.  There was Dr. Wilson walking by laughing at the fact he had just smacked me. 

“Hey, watch the hair, will ya?” I said as I turned around to look at him.  He had a huge ‘cat that ate the canary’ grin on his face. 

“Watch how you talk to my woman.” Doc said playfully.  “I would really hate for something to happen to your manhood during the next physical.  Now, quit flirting and get your tests done.”  Only Dr. Wilson could have gotten away with teasing me like that.  It was all in good fun.  No one was serious, but I did wonder how Maggie the nurse knew so much with so little information

“Yes, sir.” I said.  Still, I can’t let him get the last word.  That’s not how we do things around here.  So, I turn around to where I’m walking backwards and tease back.  “Hey, don’t worry if she wants me.  I can’t help I’m a younger and better looking version of you.  You’ll still be invited to Christmas dinner, and you’ll be on the card list.  I’ll even send you pics of our babies!”  I laughed as I turned around to follow Maggie into the lab.  I didn’t realize she was Dr. Wilson’s wife at first, but I knew he was married.  It just took me a moment to put two and two together. 

“Even though you’re a pain in his ass, he still adores you, Eddie.  He talks about you all the time.  He even warned me that you’re a huge flirt and have tried to talk the nurses out of their scrubs on many occasions.  But how about we just say you save your mad skills for Krystal, huh?
              Maggie proceeded to draw blood and run the other tests.  They send me home and tell me that they’re going to call me when he gets the results.  I’m to keep my cell phone on just in case I have to come back into the office.  So, I go on my merry way after teasing Dr. Wilson and his wife just a little bit more. 

***

              I pulled up to Steve’s Diner into the spot Krystal and I usually park at.  She’s arrived a few moments ahead of me and is sitting at our regular booth by the window.  She looks out at me and smiles.  Man, that smile could light up the darkest of nights.  I have to fight the urge just to walk around like a love-sick puppy around her.  I have no clue how much longer I can fight this, but I’ve got a plan. 

              As I walked in, she jumps up and runs to hug me. 
Mmmm,
I think to myself. 
She smells like heaven and sugar cookies. 
“What’s up, baby cakes?” I ask her.  “How ya doing?”  She hates when I call her ‘baby cakes’, but I do it anyway just to ruffle her feathers.  She’s so cute when she’s mad.

              “I’m not a freaking dessert, asshat.  Haven’t I asked you to chill with that name?  I’d really appreciate it if you did.”  I know she’s just teasing as this is our usual banter, but I like it way more than I should.  “So, what have you been up to?” she asks, changing subjects.

              “Meh, same old, same old.  Just getting ready for school, hitting on hot babes…you know.”

“Eddie,” she admonishes me.  “Women don’t like to be called babes.” 

I could stare at her for hours on end.  Her beauty has me captivated, and it’s not just physical--she’s the whole package.

She continued, “So I called you and you didn’t answer.  What’s up with that bro?”

She knows I hate being called ‘bro’.  “Oh,” I retorted.  “I can’t call you ‘baby cakes’, but you can call me ‘bro’?   Um, so not how this friendship works,
baby cakes
.” 

She giggled.  “You know I had to get you back.”

“Yeah.”

“So, where were you?  I had something important to tell you.  Since you didn’t answer, I just might have to withhold information from you.”

“Don’t go getting your panties in a twist, woman.” I teased.  “I had to see Dr. Wilson for my stomach problems.  He ran some tests and I’m waiting to hear from him about the results.  So, what was this important thing you had to tell me?”

“What important thing?”

“Krystal, quit playing.  Give it up, sugar lumps.”  I love messing with her.  When I tease her, those baby blue eyes sparkle like a lake in the noonday sun. 

“Well,” she says.  “I guess I can tell you.  I found this cute little coffee shop that has an open mic night with poetry, skits, and that sort of thing.  I figured you liked to do that, so I had to tell you.”  She crossed her arms like she always did when she was getting a little ruffled.  “Oh, and Eddie?  Call me ‘sugar lumps’ or ‘baby cakes’ again, and I’ll definitely take this right baby cake and left baby cake and give you some ‘sugar’ lumps of your own.  Got it, mister?” 

I busted out laughing.  She is so tiny that I could throw her with one arm behind my back, but dynamite does come in tiny packages.  She’s quite feisty.  “You know I love messing with you.” I said. 

“I know, Eddie.  You’re my best friend.  So, are ya going to go to that coffee shop?  I wouldn’t pass on that opportunity if I were you.”

“Of course, I’m going to go.  I mean, why should I deprive everyone of
this
beautiful face?”

“You’re so full of it.”

“Well, my eyes
are
brown.”

We sat down and ordered our food.  She may be tiny, but she can sure put some food away.  Don’t say that to her face, though.  She literally punched the last guy who emboldened himself to say that in the throat. 

“Eddie why are you staring at me?  You know that’s not nice.”

“You amaze me with your ‘foodie-ness’.”

“Oh, come on.  You  know I’m an undercover fat girl.”

Suddenly, our wickedly awesome banter is interrupted by my crazy as hell ringtone of
Super Mario Brothers
. 

“Excuse me just a sec.” I said.  “Hello?”

The doctor is on the other end of the phone.  He insists I come in because the news does not look good.  I ask him to tell me over the phone and that I can handle it.  That’s when he drops the bomb—he tells me the tests suggest ‘cancerous activity’ in my upper digestive tract around my stomach.  He continues on about enzymes, but I’ve already faded out at this point.  Krystal, being my best friend, automatically sees that something is wrong.

***

Krystal

My best friend, Eddie, has just delivered some of the most difficult news I’ve heard in a while.  We’ve all been through so much in high school.  Now that we are finally free and on our own, he has to deal with worrying about bad news from a doctor?  Life totally is not fair. 

As I leave Steve’s Diner, I can feel my heart breaking.  I ask ‘why’ so many times in my head.  He’s a bit chauvinistic from time to time, but he really doesn’t mean it.  He’s genuinely the sweetest guy you can ever meet.  I keep pinching myself in hopes that I’ll wake up—that it is nothing more than some horrible dream, but alas, no such luck.  He’s my best friend, so I have to be strong for him.  I’m sure he’ll make it through, but it’s going to be a long road. 

Naturally, he wanted to see the doctor alone.  There was no convincing him, but I’m certain it was more that he wanted the ride to the doctor’s to be by himself.  God, this hurts so much.  What if I lose him forever?  What will I do then?  No one understands me quite the way he does—not even my boyfriend, Jimmy. 

After I’ve shed all of the tears that I can, I turn over my engine.  I leave it idling for another ten minutes before I am able to put it into drive.  I know people get sick like this all the time, but this is just too close to home right now.