Alpha Billionaire 2(4)

“Grant’s not a psycho.”

“Oh okay, sure. He just won’t let me leave his house. He’s not a psycho at all.” I exclaimed angrily and he laughed. “It’s not funny.”

“I’m not laughing.” He said softly and turned around slowly. “I’m not laughing.” He said again as his eyes looked at me seriously and I gasped and placed my right hand and arm across my breasts and my left hand in front of my pussy.

“What are you doing?” I glared at him. “You said you wouldn’t look.”

“No I didn’t.” He raised his eyebrows and I saw a glint in his eyes as he stared at me. “You asked me to turn around and I did. I didn’t say how long I’d turn around for.”

“If you were a gentleman, you’d turn back around.”

“If I was a gentleman?” He burst out laughing and his eyes crinkled as tears fell down his cheeks. “Oh Evie, what makes you think I’m a gentleman?”

“You’re not.” I shook my head and then I felt shampoo running into my eyes “Shit.” I mumbled. I didn’t know which hand to use to brush the shampoo out of my eyes. Either hand being moved would reveal something I didn’t want him to see.

“Oh Evie.” He sighed and I gasped as he stepped into the shower with me and rubbed the shampoo out of my eyes. “Put your head back.” He said bossily and I felt his fingers rubbing my head and rinsing the shampoo out.

“Your clothes are getting wet.” I muttered as I blinked at him, standing so close to my naked body.

“I don’t care.” He muttered and stared at me with a grim smile, his blue eyes dark as he continued to rub my scalp.

“You didn’t need to do that.” I shook my head and bit my lower lip. He was so close to me. If he moved one inch closer, my naked body would be next to his.

“I didn’t want you to have to move your hands and expose yourself.” He said with a laugh in his hands.

“Oh.” I gasped as his hands fell to my shoulders. “If you had turned back around, that wouldn’t have been a concern.”

“But what fun would that have been?”

“Why are you flirting with me?” I gasped as his hands rubbed my back, his fingertips massaging my muscles.

“Because there’s something about you that I like.”

“I slept with your boss last night.” I spat out, as much for him as myself. I needed to ignore the heat that was rising up through my stomach. I needed to ignore the sexual tension I felt for him.

“You made a mistake. It happens.” His hands ran down to my lower back and stopped just above my ass. “You didn’t know then what you know now.”

“Tyler.” I moved my right hand to push him back.

“Yes?” He grinned and it was then I realized my mistake. He took another step forward and I felt my breasts pushed up against his chest. He looked at me with glittering eyes, his eyelashes filled with water drops. His arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me towards him. I felt his erection pushing up against me through his pants and I held my breath, as his fingers made their way up my body.

“Your clothes are going to get wet.” I whispered against his lips.

“As wet as you are right now?” He grinned and my body crumpled against his. I had no resistance towards this man. His fingers made their way to my stomach and we both stood still waiting to see what was going to happen next. I stood there with my body on fire and I had no idea what I was going to do next. He kissed my neck then and I reached out and grabbed his shoulders so I didn’t fall. I felt his teeth biting into my skin and my legs trembled at his touch. And then he stepped back and out of the shower. I gazed at him in surprise and disappointment.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Evie.” His eyes pierced mine as his fingers ran over the top of his head. “You can trust me.”

“I can’t do anything with you.” I shook my head and closed my eyes, trying to ignore my body’s cries. “I don’t know why I’m even here and you’re not exactly my savior.” I tried to remind myself of the situation I was in. “I can’t—”

“It’s okay.” His voice was soft. “I know you’re confused. It’s okay.”

“I’m not confused.” I opened my eyes. “I just want to leave.”

“You can’t leave until the boss says you can.”

“What’s he going to do to me?”

“I won’t let him do anything to you, Evie.” His voice was rough. “In every wolf pack, there is an alpha. And in this case I’m the King.”

I stood there staring at him and rubbing the soap softly off of my body, imagining it was his fingers touching me. I shivered as he stood there staring at me with a closed off expression. What was Tyler talking about? What was he going to do? And if he was going to help me, would he expect something from me? And if he did, would that be something I’d be willing to give?





Chapter Three



“Don’t leave me in here.” I said softly as Tyler walked to the door of the room he’d brought me to. “Please.”

“You’ll be safe.” He stood by the door and frowned. “He won’t come in and do anything. I’ll make sure of that.”

“How long am I going to be in here?” I looked around the small bedroom and sighed. “And have I been kidnapped?”

“You came here of your own volition, did you not?”

“Yeah, but I—”

“So I’m pretty sure you weren’t kidnapped.” He opened the door. “Just relax.”

“How am I supposed to relax?” I ran over to him. “Let me leave.”

“No.” He shook his head. “Not yet.”

“When?”

“When it’s the right time.”

“What happened to Eugenie? I know you know.” I asked him again, hoping to break through to him. I knew this was his job, but if his boss was a psycho, he had to know what he was capable of. I refused to believe that he would just leave me here.

“I don’t even know who Eugenie really was.” He shrugged. “Stay in the room and be quiet. I’ll see what I can do.”

“Why won’t Grant let me leave?”

“I can’t tell you that.” He shook his head. “Please stay in here and be quiet. If you make a lot of noise I’ll have to handcuff you.”

“What?” My voice rose and he pursed his lips.

“Evie.”

“This is crazy.” I shouted. “I feel like I’m in the twilight zone. What’s going on here?” I tried to grab his arm, but he walked away from me and out of the door. He pulled the door closed behind him and I heard a key turning. I tried to turn the handle, but the door wouldn’t open. Why me? I banged on the door for a few seconds and then stepped back. I didn’t want Tyler to come back and handcuff me. Then I’d really start to panic. How had I not seen that Grant was a psycho? I was so confused by everything. I just didn’t understand what was going on. Why oh why had I let Hailey talk me into this? Why had I thought it would be a good idea to spend the night with Grant? What dance did I think was five grand? Especially a dance from someone like me. I went and sat on the bed and tried to think. What was I going to do now? I tried not to feel bad for myself. I knew that wasn’t going to get me out of this predicament. Then I thought about what I would tell someone else to do in this situation. I wasn’t an investigative reporter for nothing. I needed to find out why Grant wouldn’t let me leave and what had happened to Eugenie. I decided to look around the room to see if I could find any clues. It was the only thing I could think to do that wouldn’t make me feel like I was about to lose it. I knew I needed to keep my mind occupied. I looked around the room and saw a large closet and decided to explore in there first.

As soon as I opened the closet I froze. It was filled with women’s clothes. Were these Eugenie’s clothes? I bit my lower lip as I went through the pockets of all of the trousers. I didn’t feel like I was snooping in the closet. I mean I was just looking through the clothes. It’s not every day you get locked in a room with nothing to do. It’s not every day that you think you’ve been kidnapped¸ even if you did go to the house voluntarily. I was searching through a pocket when I saw a stack of letters on the top shelf. My heart froze and I pulled them off of the shelf quickly. They were all stacked carefully, with a small silver paperclip keeping them together. I held them to me and looked towards the door to make sure no one was about to come into the room. I walked back to the bed and looked at the pile of handwritten letters anxiously. I stared at the first letter and immediately my eyes started reading.



The first kiss was like poison. Once I had a taste of him, I was dead. Once he had a taste of me he was crazy. We were crazy in love. We were crazy in the head. We were parasites to each other. I didn’t know how to get away. How do you leave the man you love? How do you cleanse yourself of toxins when your body craves them? I don’t know the answer. All I know is that I’m consumed by him.



There was no name at the bottom of the letter, but all I could think is that Eugenie must have written the letter. I eagerly placed the first letter next to me on the bed and read the second one.