Alphas on Top(125)

“How was it shopping with Ma?”

“Um, let’s just say that I will only be going shopping with her every few months. I felt like I should have prepared better. Maybe ran around Target a few times, or even went to the strip mall and marched into each of the stores a few times. She’s a serious shopper, and if they had a competition, I'm sure she would come in first place.”

“Yeah, that’s Ma,” he said through his laughter. Then, I wrapped myself tighter around him, listening to his heartbeat and feeling him run his fingers through my hair. I fell asleep feeling like this was exactly where I was supposed to be.

I doze off again, only to be woken by the sound of the alarm for the second time. I feel his lips kiss my shoulder, and his tongue run up my neck just below my ear as he kisses me again. Then he squeezes me into him. His warmth leaves me and I feel the cool air rush in behind me, and hear the alarm go off yet again. I roll over until I am lying where he had been. I pull his pillow down and wrap myself around it. I can hear the shower, and I open one eye and look at the time. It is dusk out, and the alarm says it is five thirty. I can’t believe he has to get up so early. I have to get up by nine so I can get ready and go see the lawyer. I see the closet light come on and I lift my head.

Asher is wearing a towel, and I watch in fascination as he pulls it off and pulls on a pair of black boxers that mold to his thighs and ass. He seriously has the most amazing body of anyone I have ever seen. He must have felt me looking because he turns around, smiles, and shakes his head.

“Go back to sleep, baby. It’s too early for you to be up.”

“Do you always wake up so early?” I ask, cuddling back down into the bed.

“Depends on the job.”

“Hmm,” is all I am able to get out before I fall back to sleep. I feel my hair slide off my neck and lips just below my ear.

“I’ll be home around six, and I’ll call you when I take lunch, baby.” I feel him kiss me again, but I am too far gone to get any words out, so I just grunt my agreement. I hear him chuckle then he kisses me again before he leaves.



Standing with my hip resting against the side of Asher’s kitchen sink, I am drinking coffee while watching Beast eat. More specifically, I am watching Beast eat out of a very nice dog bowl that is next to a very nice water dish, neither of which I bought. They are the large ones that hold an endless supply of food and water so your dog can enjoy food and clean water whenever they want.

I have no idea when Asher bought them. All I know is he must have done it yesterday. Then I watch as Beast finishes eating and walks to the sliding glass door. He lays down in a giant dog bed that is also new, and proceeds to chew on a very large dog bone. I smile and let the feeling of warmth run through me. He obviously likes my dog, and plans on us being here with him often enough that Beast will need food and water dishes and a bed for when we come to visit. I'm not ready to start staying over all the time. I mean, I am, but at the same time, I don’t want to over stay my welcome. I know Dad has people coming out to put in a security system today, so I will be sleeping at home tonight without Asher.

On that thought, I go to his room and make the bed, clean up the bathroom where all my stuff has gathered then I collect all of my clothing from his closet and pack up. I gather Beast and we go to my dad’s place so he can go with me to the lawyer.



I am stunned. I mean, this kind of thing doesn’t happen to people every day. I am sitting across from Mr. Stevenson and I can’t find my voice. My mouth is moving and I'm sure I look like a fish out of water.

He sits forward in his chair. “Are you okay, darlin’?” Mr. Stevenson asks. It has to be a trick question. I mean, I am a millionaire. That's good, right? Everyone wants to be rich. I just don’t know what to think about being told that I will be one million five hundred and thirty-six thousand dollars richer by the end of the month. Part of me wants to tell him that I can’t take it, but then a bigger part of me realizes how many people I can help with that money.

“Um, I—I just need a minute to process this,” I tell him honestly.

“Take your time.”

I look at him then over at my dad. He is holding my hand and his face looks shocked as well.

“Can I ask a question?”

“Of course,” he says, sitting back in his chair. He looks like he belongs in an old movie. He has on black slacks with a button up shirt but instead of a tie, he has one of those silver pendants that have two pieces of leather hanging from it. On his feet, he has cowboy boots and I know that he wore a cowboy hat because it is sitting on his desk.