Billionaire Alpha 1(3)

"You do love him, right?"         

     



 

"I do, but not as much as I love you."

Bethany chuckled and turned her attention to her food, mumbling into the small cup, "I love you too."





Chapter 2





She'd enjoyed the time with her mother, the older woman a beautiful reminder that hope and love could actually exist.

Bethany climbed into her small, beat-up Honda after kissing her mom   goodbye and getting excited about her event. She still hadn't let the   fact that she would be graduating with her bachelors in accounting sink   in. It was a huge accomplishment and even more so since she was the   first in her family to do so.

The rest of the afternoon was to be spent with a few friends, her   roommate Krista and the closest thing she had to a boyfriend, Jake. It   would be comfortable and mostly uneventful, but she'd grown accustomed   to moving through life as quickly as possible, her focus only on the   future.



Bethany pulled up to their small apartment as Krista and Jake walked   from the door toward Krista's car, a smile on their faces as Bethany got   out.

"Hey, guys. What's up?"

"Just getting some snacks and sodas from Krista's car. Come help us."   Jake motioned for her to come over. "You get to see your mom?"

"Yeah, she's doing good. Looking at marrying that rich guy, finally."   Bethany laughed, leaving out the parts she felt were less than   appropriate to draw attention to.

"Oh, nice. I wish my parents were rich. I mean, they're middle class and   all." Krista shrugged, pulling her keys from her pocket and popping  the  trunk.

Krista's short blond hair and blue eyes were the exact opposite of   Bethany's dark features. Where Bethany was fit and ran most days of the   week, Krista was a couch potato and struggled with her weight horribly.   Bethany had tried time and time again to get her friend to join her on   her runs, but the extra eighty or so pounds on Krista made it hard for   her to do anything.

Her roommate was one of the nicest people she knew, Krista always giving   to the poor and tutoring at school. Bethany wondered how fate seemed  to  shine down on the wrong people all the time. Her mother had  mentioned  Damon, Kent's son at lunch, and it was the perfect example of  fate's  wayward responses. The guy was probably good looking and rich,  but a  complete ass.

"What are you thinking about?" Jake's voice brought her from her senses,   the lanky boy before her extending a few plastic grocery bags. "Are  you  already dreaming of your masters? Brainiac."

Bethany smiled and took the bags, the sun starting to set as the   afternoon drew to a close. She couldn't wait until Saturday, the week   having lasted far too long.

"No. I was thinking about how unfair it is that some people have looks   and money. One or the other is enough, don't you think?" Bethany turned   to walk with her friend back toward the apartment.

"I'm guessing you're broke, then?" Krista laughed and moved back to let Jake open the door.

"I've always been poor, but I'm just making reference to my soon to be   stepbrother. Mom says he's an ass and I'm sure he's good looking and   all. Just seems unfair." Bethany shrugged, walking into the coolness of   the house and putting the bags on the kitchen counter.

"His good looks would be no concern of yours, then." Jake wagged his eyebrow.

"Jealous, Jake?" Bethany moved to stand in front of him, looking up as he took a tentative step back, his smile dropping.

"No, why would I be? He's your stepbrother. Not like you guys would get   together." He laughed and turned to busy himself with putting things  up.  Bethany turned to Krista and rolled her eyes. She and Jake had  known  each other for the last year, but they were nothing more than  glorified  friends.

She'd kissed him a few times, but even drunk he would shake like a leaf   when she tried. She'd heard plenty of stories of other girls on campus   enjoying long weekends filled with liquor and sex. Somehow she never   seemed to get close to the second half of the fun. She wasn't willing to   go out with a player, their sexually transmitted diseases of no   interest to her. She had been asked out on more than a few occasions,   but after so many rejections, the alpha males on campus moved to more   susceptible victims.

Bethany walked to her room and closed the door before undressing. She   wanted to push Jake a little that night, to see if he'd be willing to go   further. She had slept around a little in high school and had a few   random one-night-stands during her freshman year, but human anatomy   class had killed all of that for her. Dying with crotch rot was out.         

     



 

She smirked at the thought, reaching for her brush and pulling her hair   down to try and tame it. She pulled it into a high ponytail and slipped   into a small, cream-colored cotton dress; her waist was thin and her   breasts big enough to draw attention, hopefully from Jake.

A little bit of makeup and lip gloss on her lips, and she was ready to   make her move. She walked back down the hall, the sound of a few   familiar voices reaching out to greet her. They would have enough   friends to spill out into the lawn of the apartment by the time   nightfall arrived, but for now, a small group gathered in the kitchen.

Bethany walked in and headed for the chips, taking a few and munching on   them as she greeted her friends. Jake turned and smiled at her,   motioning that she looked pretty.

He wasn't her type at all, his long blond hair always in his face and   his body nothing more than bones, but he was safe. She wouldn't be   falling in love with him anytime soon, and he wouldn't be falling for   her either. Nothing more than a good friendship existed between them,   and yet she was ready for something more physical in her life. Jake   seemed the perfect candidate. Surely he wanted sex, and friends with   benefits seemed fitting.

"Don't you look lovely?" Marcus, a dark-skinned marketing major reached   out and tugged on Bethany's ponytail, his smile wide and welcoming.

"Well, thank you, sir. You don't look too shabby yourself." She reached   out and patted his stomach with the back of her hand. His firm abs   tightened under her touch. "Dang. You've been working out."

"Swimming actually. Did you know they opened the natatorium at the school finally?"

"I've heard that, but I haven't been over there."

"Too busy making valedictorian?" He laughed and she shook her head as Jake moved up beside her.

She reached over and wrapped an arm around Jake's lower back, the tall skinny male towering above her by a foot.

"I wish. I'm just trying to get enough in grant money to get through my MBA degree."

"You'll do great. You always do," Jake said, looking down as he wrapped an arm around the back of Bethany's shoulders.

Marcus pointed at both of them, his eyebrow lifting.

"You two finally get together?"

"No, we're just good friends. She's way out of my league." Jake laughed   and released Bethany, much to her dismay. "You guys want a drink."

"Naw  …  I'm trying out for the soccer team on Saturday. They do drug testing." Marcus held up his hands, shaking his head.

"Alcohol isn't a drug." Jake laughed and looked to Bethany, who almost corrected him, but decided against it. "Beth?"

"Yeah, I'll take a beer and a shot please."

"Getting the party started, I see." Jake laughed and walked off,   Bethany's gaze following him. Nothing about his physique turned her on,   his lithe figure the opposite of her desires.

Strong muscles and thick arms and legs were at the center of her   daydreams, but with those things, it seemed, came an asshole attitude   and demanding persona, neither of which she'd be willing to deal with.

"Just friends, huh?" Marcus's question brought her back to the present.

"Me and Jake? Oh, yeah. School will be over next year for us both and we haven't really been anything but friends."

"Yeah, but I see the way you watch him." Marcus smirked.

Bethany turned to see Jake in the kitchen, laughing and cutting up with a   few friends as he poured drinks. He was cute, but not handsome. Kind,   but not sexy or masculine at all. She could settle for someone like  him,  but it seemed like such a detriment to do so.

"He's a great guy. Who knows what will happen." She looked back to Marcus and shrugged.





The night pulled in across the sky, her friends filling up the house and   the yard in front of the apartments. Other groups of students had   joined the festivities, the music nothing more than a low hum as   everyone gathered in small huddles and talked about the excitement of   graduation.