Dark Alley: The Complete First Season (Dark Alley Seasons Book 1)

by D. S. Wrights

  Alice dug her hands into his thick hair, not allowing his mouth to venture too far from hers as she rode him, trying to lure him deeper inside her even though her body already felt like she was finally complete.

  She leaned her body backwards, while spreading her legs even further, so that she could slide him deeper inside her, when he pulled his mouth from hers, to plant kisses, licks, and nibbled down her throat to her collarbone where he sucked on her flesh.

  “Yes!” She panted. “Mark me.” And she could feel how he granted her wish, sucking her skin between his teeth as she obediently kept rocking her hips, trying to find an even better position to push him deeper.

  She barely noticed how his mouth descended onwards, leaning her further back, until he reached her nipples again and bit down on them. It was already enough to toss her over the edge, and make her ride out her orgasm, but Jason quickly suck her other nipple between his teeth and bit down on it gently, while brushing his tongue across the tormented, sensitive skin.

  As she clenched around him hard, Alice could feel him come inside her, filling the condom with his cum with forceful squirts until he had emptied himself into her.

  Alice didn’t know how much later she came to after that, but she woke up lying in Jason’s arms whose thumbs kept brushing her skin where they touched her.

  “You can’t be Belladonna anymore,” he told her out of the blue, startling her. “How about Queen of Hearts?”

  Epilogue

  When Alice was woken up the next morning by a strange alarm and in an unfamiliar bed, her first impulse was to tell herself, that she was at her new apartment. But that was when she realized that this wasn’t her bed she was lying in, and she wasn’t wearing her pyjamas. She wasn’t wearing anything at all. And, there was no alarm clock making any noise. Quickly, she sat up, pressing the blanket she had been lying under against her chest and looked around.

  She knew this apartment and it wasn’t hers. This was the penthouse, and that was Jason’s apartment. And that was the same person’s butt she now was staring at. Alice waited a moment too long to make herself known. Jason already noticed her, turning around his torso.

  “Good morning,” he smiled at her and looked awfully cheery for someone who had just gotten up.

  “How late is it?” Alice asked, but her words were a croaked whisper.

  “Five thirty in the moring,” he told her, slipping into a pair of boxers.

  “You get up that early?” She was surprised, realizing that there were so many things about him she didn’t know.

  “Yes, I’m going to my gym room and watch the news,” Jason gave back, smirking now. “The times are over now when my body was fit on its own.” He added and winked at her.

  “I usually sleep until six am or six thirty,” Alice yawned.

  “Then go back to sleep, I’ll wake you,” Jason told her and she turned around and fell asleep right away.

  When the aroma of freshly brewed coffee reached her nose, Alice was certain that she was still dreaming. After all, in her dream, she had woken up in Jason’s bed.

  But the mattress on which she was lying moved, giving in to an additional weight and Alice’s eyes flew open and she sat up again, to see that someone was sitting on the other side of the bed.

  It was Jason and he had just placed down a tray with two mugs of steaming coffee and a plate with croissants.

  “I could get used to waking up like this,” Alice smiled at him and took the mug he was offering her.

  Checking the content, the coffee had just the color she preferred and she was pretty sure that it would taste just how she liked it. For a second, thinking about how he had followed and investigated her, made her feel awkward, but it did make sense.

  “Yes, me too,” Jason agreed and plucked a piece of the croissant to devour it in his mouth.

  He was already in just dress pants and a shirt, his hair glistering of wetness and he was freshly shaved.

  “How late is it?” Alice asked.

  “Six thirty,” was the answer and she tensed.

  “Jimmy is picking me up in an hour.”

  “Well, at least there is enough time for breakfast,” Jason shrugged, reached out for a remote and allowed the light of the dawning sun to enter the entire apartment.

  Alice scooted around in the bed, holding the blanket to her chest just like the first time she had awoken at Jason’s.

  “How about you put this on,” he fished something white from the ground, which turned out to be one of his business shirts. “I always wanted to see how that looks on you,” he now grinned at her.

  “Well, okay then,” Alice smirked back.

  Jason and Alice ate their breakfast in silence, but they didn’t need to talk, when all they did was smiling at each other. And none of them wanted to ruin the peace and quiet of their little bubble of simplicity.

  Just a few hours later they would meet again, and he would be her boss, while she was the assistant of his company’s management board. Things would have the possibility of becoming extremely complicated and they would have no other choice but to set up some rules and protocols so that their relationship was never discovered.

  Although on the outside Alice would simply have a new job and live at a new apartment, but her reality behind closed doors had changed drastically. They weren’t just hooking up anymore. If this was going to be serious, they would have to get to know each other better and that was only possible with time. And stealing time was something that didn’t happen unnoticed.

  Good thing that they had Jason’s wife Adelaide on their side.

  When Alice was dressing herself, so that she could ride the elevator without drawing suspicion and get into her apartment, she could overlook the city and in the distance she could see where the Dark Alley and her new working place was.

  Suddenly, she realized that her life, which once had been set in stone, now was the complete opposite. She had no idea where her current path was leading her to. Suddenly, being the only one not married and not pregnant wasn’t as important anymore. Everything that was lying before her was brand new and exciting, risky and uncertain, just like this Friday morning.

  Dark Alley:

  ZERO

  Dark Alley Ep. 0.5

  D. S. Wrights

  Zero

  Jason let out a long deep sigh the moment he sank into the seat of his black limo and his driver shut the door. He was beat, he had a headache, but he was relieved.

  After weeks and weeks of long hours of discussions and deliberations that had moved all his other important tasks to Sundays, the management board of his company had finally come to a unanimous decision regarding their last purchase. Finally, they could do what was necessary to incorporate it into their holding and start to save people’s jobs. Officially, it had been nothing but a normal purchase, unofficially, it was a takeover, a hostile one, which had been planned a year ahead, set into motion six months ago, and came into fruition last month. They had secretly purchased the majority of shares over the period of five months, which was why the media hadn’t caught wind of it yet, but as soon as the news got out, it was important to control the message. They couldn’t just fire half of company’s employees, and couldn’t break it up into pieces, either. At least not yet. Both actions were necessary, in order to fit in and save at least parts of the company, but it could shed a negative light on Grantham Gobal. Simply because they were a big worldwide holding.

  Big players were easily branded as the bad guys, because they usually were the boot that crushed the tiny ones. But the economy was less like a school yard with its typical bullies. The closest comparison was wildlife. It was the survival of the fittest. Simple as that, it had nothing to do with pestering the ones that were weak or insecure.

  “Heim (home)?” His German driver asked through the rolled down window that was meant to separate the driver from his passenger in the back seat, but they never used it.

  The last six weeks his answer had been ‘yes’ most of
the time, only once every seven days he told Henning, his driver, to bring him to Elm Street 8.5. Usually he went there more often, but when an entire company was at stake, he couldn’t switch his mind off.

  “What was that club’s name again that I told you about last month?” Jason asked, avoiding speaking that name, like he always did.

  “The Rabbit Hole?” Henning answered with an accent that was less thick then one might have expected.

  “Ja (yes),” Jason nodded. “I think it’s time to check on my latest investment. I hope they have decent Scotch.”

  “Alles klar (all right),” his driver responded with a nod and started the engine.

  Henning was just as old as Jason. They had met in Bonn, Germany, about twenty years ago, while Jason was studying economics at the university. Simply put, Henning had saved Jason’s ass because he had been hitting on the wrong girl. The weekend after, they went on a trip to the legendary Nuerburg-Ring Racetrack. The rest was history. When Jason went back home, he took Henning with him, because he pretty much was the best driver on the planet and that had come in handy in the past twenty years.

  They arrived at the club, which had become the place to go more or less overnight, just after a few minutes of driving in which Henning explained that he wouldn’t be able to be his wingman tonight, since his little daughter was sick.

  Like every time his friend brought up his family, Jason was rather in awe and wondering how fast the years could pass by. After all, his younger godchild was already eight and the big one was hitting puberty hard.

  “Kein Problem (no problem),” he told Henning and reached for the door handle, realizing that his German was staring to become rusty – hearing another language and actually speaking it were two different pair of shoes. “Ich kann mir ein Taxi rufen (I can call a taxicab).”

  Henning turned around and shook his head: “Unsinn! Schick mir ne Nachricht, dann ich bin in zwanzig Minuten da! (Nonsense! Send me a message and I’ll be there in twenty minutes.)”

  “Okay, danke (thanks),” Jason opened the door, got out and as usual, he didn’t really have to shut the door.

  Somehow Henning knew just how to speed up enough that it did that on its own.

  The queue was so long that it went around the corner of the block, but Jason knew that already. He did up the button of his jacket and stepped towards the security guard, who were letting no one inside. If you didn’t have a reservation, you waited for at least fifteen minutes, when you were lucky.

  Jason didn’t even have to open his mouth. One of the men whispered into the bulky guy’s ear, who already had fixated on him and had gotten ready to blow him off. Instead, he opened the barrier and let him pass by.

  “Good evening, Mr. Grantham,” the guy who had whispered, greeted him and he nodded in response.

  The rest of his team, two men and one woman, welcomed him with “Sir,” and he also gave each of them a nod as he passed them by. Understandably, everyone was curious who he was; he had gotten used to that early on.

  He left his jacket at the entrance, knowing that with wearing his blue long-sleeved tee and the darker pair of yeans he would fit in better. The entire board wore more comfortable clothes when they knew that they were spending hours locked away in their conference room, and didn’t have to be the face of Grantham Global.

  Jason’s first stop would be his business partner’s office, behind the spot where the DJ was turning his digital tables. From how easy entering The Rabbit Hole had been, he figured that Leslie Jennings already had seen him on her surveilance monitors, and informed her entire staff via the coms in their ears. Because of that, he didn’t have to slow down his pace as he headed for the stairs leading up, as the muscle stepped aside. Jason walked past the VIP lounge, ignoring the curious looks and instead looked down to the tables beneath the mezzanine.

  He stopped dead in his tracks.

  Walking away from an overcrowded table of cocktail sipping women, with spunk in her step, was a woman wearing sneakers. He just knew it.

  No woman with high heels could bounce like that. While most of the female specimens he found at clubs like these went there to be seen, women who were out to have fun were rare. Jason couldn’t help but watch her. Her long, dark hair was tied back in a high, slick ponytail, she wore dark, tight jeans and a low cut black blouse.

  Beneath that flashed a dark chrome-colored top, drawing the attention to her beautifully full breasts. She wasn’t a skinny top-model and therefore just how he liked his women. As Jason saw her being served Scotch, he turned on his heels.

  “Tell Leslie I’ll be there in a few,” he walked by the bouncer and entered the dance floor, in order to take the fastest route to the bar.

  But as he was in the middle of the crowd, the woman was gone. He turned and walked into the direction of the table she had come from, just to see that she wasn’t there, either. Just then he decided to return to his original plan, someone bumped into him. Bringing his hand to the women’s hips to gently push her away from him, he realized that it was her.

  As soon as he touched her she turned around to him, and her blue eyes looked at him in surprise. They had a hint of green in them. She seemed to have taken her eyeliner a tad too seriously but compared to the other women it was harmless. Smiling widely, she continued to dance, and the way she moved seemed to lure him in. He didn’t dance, especially not in overcrowded places but somehow Jason didn’t care this time. Not when this woman smiled at him, encouraging him to stay with her. The last time he had danced in a crowd and not watched it from a safe distance had been Henning’s and Melissa’s wedding and that was fifteen years ago. This woman was a sorceress, and he needed to have her.

  Finally she left the dance floor and headed straight for the young bartender that couldn’t keep his eyes off of her as well.

  He knew him. Leslie had hired him for the crew of the Dark Alley, too. Jason rummaged in his memory for the bartender’s name. As far as he remembered, his name was Brian and he in his early twenties.

  Jason stepped to the bar as well, watching how Brian got a water ready for the object of his desire.

  “Just water?” It tumbled from his lips before he stopped himself and he had to shake his head.

  She turned, looking at him skeptically.

  “Yeah,” she gave back, and turned away, obviously unimpressed, which amused him.

  “Your water!” Brian shouted and she looked at him for a second and then decided to lean over the bar, lifting up her feet.

  Jason had no idea if she presented her full buttocks to him on purpose or if she was innocently oblivious to her seducement skills. Quickly, he repositioned his hardening cock, when she lowered her feet a little, snatched the bottle of water and started sucking on the straw.

  This woman was unbelievable, and his cock twitched as if it was agreeing with him. He needed to shut down his hard-on right now, or he would just confirm the impression this woman obviously had of him.

  “Scotch, neat,” he ordered, not caring for the brand.

  Jason had stepped behind the corner of the bar, so he could be certain that if this woman’s glance accidentally dropped she, and her watchful friend from the table she had left, wouldn’t see that he was rocking a boner. He felt like a freaking teenager.

  Brian was quick and professional, placing the drink in front of him after just a few seconds.

  “Here you go, Sir,” he added, making Jason realize that the bartender was absolutely aware of who he was.

  Damn.

  From the way she was behaving, he figured that she was checking him out from the corner of her eyes, so he had been lucky. Relaxing, he just sipped at the Scotch, not really tasting it, just watching how she continued to lean onto the bar, forming a beautiful s-form with her body. And then the woman brought her feet back to the ground, turned towards him and stared.

  Did she want to make him uncomfortable? Or did a cat steal her tongue. He had no idea, so he simply stared back, watching her flush in silent victory.<
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  “I would have offered,” he broke the silence, and failed at not smiling at her.

  Her faltering was just a too cute thing to watch.

  “That was a one-time thing, courtesy of my best friend,” she replied with a smile, that made his heart drop.

  “The girl that constantly looks over at you?” He responded and turned around, to look at her friend, he just had noticed, waved quickly at her and laughed, moving her beautiful body around to face him again.

  “Yeah,” she nodded once. “She’s having a baby. I thought that was worth a Scotch.”

  He liked how easy going she appeared to him and not uptight as so many beautiful but brainless women usually were. Maybe it was the alcohol in her veins, but he didn’t care. Then, she suddenly seemed to realize something.

  “Do you do this a lot?” she blurted out and her eyes widened slightly, as if she hadn’t meant to say that. “Blatantly staring at pretty women in a dark club?” She chose attack before retreat, which was utterly cute.

  Jason couldn’t help but laugh out loud. He wanted to pull her stomach first on his lap and spank her. Back came his boner, full throttle.

  Fuck.

  “No,” he quickly answered and took a sip of his Scotch, silently cursing at the traitor in his pants and chose the same strategy as she had. “That’s what I usually do when women are lying under me, exhausted.”

  The way she gaped at him was even cuter. Jason was sure that this woman wasn’t a girl, but it was just his way of teasing the female gender, who usually felt their life was over when they had passed the first twenty five years. But there was something seductively innocent about her.

  And then, after a few seconds. this beautiful creature started laughing and her cheeks flushed once more. Her eyes were showing him what he wanted to see. She was thinking about it, lying underneath him and staring into his eyes while she was catching her breath, sated.