Alpha Billionaire

by Helen Cooper

  Alpha Billionaire

  Part I

  Helen Cooper

  Alpha Billionaire is a three-part sexy romance serial.

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  This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

  Copyright © 2014 by Helen Cooper

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Note from the author

  Prologue

  If this were the last second of the last minute of the last hour of the day, all I would want is to see your face. All I would need is to feel your touch. All I would crave was one smile from your lips. If this were my last breath¸ all I would want was to tell you I love you. Every step that I take is to find you. Every move that I make is to be near you. I’m sorry it came to this.

  Chapter One

  “I want to make you an offer.” Hailey giggled and sat down on the side of my bed.

  “Oh no.” I groaned. “Not another one of your offers.”

  “Come on, Evie.” She made a face. “Just say yes.”

  “I’m not saying yes until you tell me what the offer involves.” I put my book down on the mattress and raised an eyebrow at her.

  “It’s nothing big.”

  “Hailey, just tell me.”

  “So,” she paused. “Josh just called me and asked me on a date.”

  “Okay?” I responded, trying not to feel sorry for myself.

  “And well it’s Saturday night and I feel like I should go out.”

  “Way to make me feel like a loser.” I rolled my eyes at her.

  “Oops,” She giggled again. “Sorry, Evie.”

  “Uh huh. So what do you want?”

  “I’m meant to work tonight...” She began and I groaned.

  “Do you want me to go meet up with Josh and tell him to wait?”

  “No,” She bit her lower lip and gave me a winning smile. “I want you to go to work for me.”

  “No way.” I shook my head. “There is no way.”

  “Please?” She grabbed my hands. “I’d love you forever.”

  “No, Hailey.” I pushed her hands away and jumped off of the bed. “There is no way that I’m going to work for you tonight.” I shook my head again vehemently. “No way.” I stared at Hailey and I felt all nervous just thinking about her job.

  “It’s a bachelor party.” She jumped up and walked towards me, her blue eyes shining. “There’ll be two other girls.”

  “No.”

  “You won’t even have to do much.” She gave me her pouty face. “Just some flirting.”

  “Yeah right.”

  “Maybe a lap dance or two.” She shrugged. “That’s it.”

  “A lap dance or two, hell no.”

  “Please, Evie. I really need this date. Plus Starr and Crystal are cool. They won’t try and pressure you.”

  “You know I can’t do...”

  “You’ll make five grand.” She interrupted me and my jaw dropped.

  “What?” My eyes bulged open and I swallowed hard. Five grand would pay a lot of bills. “Five grand.”

  “Yeah, some rich guy is getting married.” She shrugged. “Minimum for the night is five grand.”

  “I get to keep all of it?”

  “Yup.” She grinned at me. “Trust me, it won’t be so bad. Some of these guys don’t even need you to strip. They’re so worried that their fiancées will find out.”

  “So all I have to do is dance?” I frowned, considering it.

  “Yup.” She grinned. “Let the other girls do the lap dances and stay in the background.”

  “I don’t know.” I sighed. “You know I have an interview on Monday. I should be getting ready for that.”

  “It’s one night.” Hailey looked away. “And what happens if you don’t get the job on Monday?”

  “I don’t know.” I sighed and ran my hands through my shoulder length brown hair. “If I don’t get the job, I’m screwed.”

  “You know I can cover rent.” Hailey rubbed my shoulder. “But, I can’t cover your credit card or student loan bills.”

  “I know,” I gave her a smile. “Even rent is great. I’m lucky to have a friend like you.”

  “And there are going to be some rich bankers there. Bankers that might be able to help you with your story.”

  “You think so?” I looked at her in disbelief.

  “I think so.” She nodded.

  “Hailey.” I groaned as I closed my eyes.

  “Remember you just said you’re lucky to have me as a friend.”

  “I am lucky.” I sighed.

  “So lucky that you’ll do me a favor?” She smiled and I nodded reluctantly. She squealed then and grabbed me around the waist. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” She sputtered out excitedly.

  “I hope this isn’t a mistake.”

  “Trust me, it’ll be fine. The guys will love you.”

  “That’s not what I’m worried about.” I rolled my eyes. “I don’t want a bunch of men trying to touch me.”

  “They won’t.” Hailey shook her head. “They know that’s against the rules.”

  “Okay.” I sighed and looked in the mirror. I stared at my reflection and wondered what I was getting myself into. My green eyes stared back at me with a slightly stunned expression. I had no idea why I was agreeing to this. Well, that’s not true. I was doing it for five grand. I was doing this in the name of research. I was this close to being sent to collections. If I didn’t get some money soon, my credit would be shot and I’d have a much harder time finding a job as an investigative reporter. What reporters had bad credit?

  “What should I wear?” I looked down at my shorts and t-shirt and groaned as I pictured myself wearing considerably less.

  “Hold on.” Hailey ran out of the room. “Crystal sent me a text; there was a request from the guys.”

  “You take requests?”

  “The tips will be good.” Hailey called back to me. “Hold on, let me check.” She walked back into the bedroom and dropped down on the bed next to me and checked her phone. “Okay,” she paused and gave me a look. “I’m not sure if I should tell you.”

  “Hailey...” I muttered. “Tell me.”

  “They want everyone in a bikini.”

  “Bikini? Where is the party? At the beach?”

  “Do you think it’s going to be at the beach?” Hailey grinned. “Would that make you feel better?”

  “No and no.” I sighed. “Where is it?”

  “Some exclusive club in the city. I think the lower east side.”

  “Fine.” I shook my head at her. “Are you giving me money for a cab?”

  “You’re going to make five grand, Evie.”

  “After the party. I’m not taking a train down. That’s like 3 changes.” I bit my lower lip. “I need to borrow forty dollars for a cab.”

  “Borrow?” She tilted her head and looked at me. “You’re going to pay me back?”

  “If I make five grand tonight, then hell yeah, I’ll pay you back.” I said and we both laughed.

  “Fine.” She said finally as she handed me sixty dollars. “Have a good night.”

  “Yeah, it’s going to be fantastic.” I rolled my eyes. “Something I’ll tell my grandkids about.”

  “You never know.” She grinned.

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nbsp; “Trust me, I know. This is not going to be a night I will ever want to remember.”

  “I wouldn’t bet on that.” She winked at me. “You never know who you might meet.”

  Chapter Two

  “How do I always get myself into these situations.” I groaned, as I found myself in a room with two naked girls.

  “Sorry, what did you say?” Starr grinned at me, glitter all over her face and body.

  “Nothing.” I shook my head. “I was just wondering what outfits we’d be wearing.”

  “Outfits?” Starr gave me a crazy look. “What outfits?”

  “I thought we’d be wearing outfits tonight…” My voice trailed off. Oh my God, I was going to kill Hailey. Was she lying about the bikinis?

  “Don’t worry honey.” Starr laughed as she adjusted her blonde wig. “Hailey told me you’d be taking over for her tonight and you might not be down with going naked. You can wear a bikini and pop out of the cake.”

  “Pop out of the cake?” I frowned. “What does that mean?”

  “It means you’ll jump out the cake and do a little dance.” Another girl Crystal spoke up as she joined the conversation. “Unless you’d rather give dances?”

  “Uhm, the cake sounds fine.” I said weakly. “I’ll still get five grand?”

  “Yeah.” Starr nodded. “Though you could make more if you did the dances.”

  “Oh?”

  “I’m thinking I’m going to get about 25k tonight.” She grinned. “These rich guys pay well for some booty shaking.” She danced all the way to the ground.

  “But you have to be naked?” I asked, trying to avoid staring directly at her jiggling breasts.

  “You don’t have to be.” She shook her head. “But these rich guys, that’s what they want. They want it as freaky as it can be. Shit, I’m willing to be freaky for 25k.”

  “How freaky?” I asked, as my heart stopped. Was I going to be witnessing sex or something? I mean I knew I had to see a seedier side of life as a reporter, but I wasn’t sure this was how I wanted it to start.

  “Don’t worry girl.” Crystal shook her head. “We’re classy girls.” She pasted two stars on her nipples. “We don’t fuck ‘em or give them blow jobs. We just dance.”

  “Yeah, we’re not hoes.” Starr pouted her lips and applied some bright red lipstick.

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to suggest that—” I started but stopped as Starr started laughing.

  “Girl, it’s not that serious, trust me.” She handed me a bikini. “Put this on. Mark’s going to wheel the cake in soon. You’ll stay in there until you hear a bang. Then just pop out. Once you pop out you can do a little dance and then just come back in here and wait for us.”

  “That’s it?” I looked surprised. “I guess I can do that.” I took the bikini from her. It was basically two pieces of string. I held it in my hand and took a deep breath. Did I really want to prance out of a cake in a string bikini? Not really. “Do you have any other options?” I asked Starr hopefully. “I’m not sure this is going to compliment my body.” I laughed awkwardly and Starr and Crystal started laughing. “Is that a yes?” I asked hopefully.

  “Girl, just put the bikini on.” Crystal rolled her eyes. “It’ll be fine. And make sure to take your glasses off.”

  “Oh?” I bit my lower lip. “I left my contacts at home.”

  “Girl, I don’t care if you left them in an elephants’ butt.” Crystal rolled her eyes. “You ain’t going out there with no librarian glasses.”

  “Not unless that was part of your dance.” Starr added. “These men, they love them a dowdy librarian turned sexpot.”

  “I won’t be able to see much.”

  “You don’t need to see nothing.” Crystal responded. “Just hurry up and put the bikini on. We gotta go out in a bit. If we’re late, the guys will be mad.”

  “Okay.” I sighed and looked around. “Is there a changing room for me to put this on?” My voice drifted off as they both looked at me as if I were crazy. “Or I can just change here.” I sighed and undid my jeans. Hailey really owed me. This was going to be so awkward. I didn’t care if I was popping out of a cake, a bunch of random guys were going to see me in a string bikini that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. I cringed as I pulled the top on. It was so small, that I knew my boobs would pop out with one wrong move. The only saving grace was that my nipples were covered. I pulled the bottoms on and frowned as I realized that my ass was hanging out completely in the thong bottom. I would never wear a bathing suit like this normally. And when I say never, I mean not even if someone gave me $100. I laughed to myself as I realized I was doing it for five grand though. Oh the humiliation. I looked down at my body and ran my hands over my stomach. No one could ever mistake me for a Victoria’s Secret model. And I had a feeling I wasn’t going to be getting any information from any of the bankers at the party. It wasn’t even realistic for me to think that I could go around dancing and asking if anyone knew anything about insider trading on Wall Street.

  “Don’t worry.” Starr looked at me with a smile. “These guys don’t want stick and bones. They like women with a bit of meat on them.”

  “Uh, thanks.” I smiled back at her, not sure if that was a compliment or not. I didn’t want to be referred to as someone with a bit of meat on her. I wanted to be thin and beautiful with a flat, taut stomach and defined abs wouldn’t hurt either. Though, I knew that wasn’t something to be worried about right now, as I couldn’t turn back time.

  “Hey, do you guys have any bronzer?” I asked quickly thinking about a magazine article that I’d read that said you could add some definition to your body using makeup.

  “Yeah, here.” Crystal handed it to me. “You’re looking a bit pale.”

  “It’s for my stomach, not my face.” I responded, my face burning.

  “Oh, oops.” She made a face at Starr and they both laughed.

  “It’s fine.” I sighed. “I haven’t been able to tan much recently.”

  “It’s fine, many guys like the pale look.” Crystal made a face, her dark olive skin glowing as she looked me up and down. “Peaches and cream they call it. You can call yourself Peaches tonight.”

  “Sorry what?” I frowned.

  “Your. Name. Tonight. Will. Be. Peaches.” Crystal said slowly. “If any of the guys ask you.”

  “Oh okay.” I shrugged and applied the bronzer to my stomach, hoping to give it definition.

  “Unless you’d rather be called something else?”

  “Like what?”

  “What about tight pus—“ She began and Starr giggled and touched her shoulder.

  “Be nice, Crystal. We still need Peaches to jump out of the cake. That was a requirement for the night.”

  “Fine.” Crystal rolled her eyes. “You ready?”

  “I guess so.” I took my glasses off and put them in my handbag. “What do I do?”

  “Wait here. We’ll get the cake. Just sit in it and jump out when you hear a loud bang.”

  “Okay,” I nodded. “That sounds simple enough.”

  ***

  I sat in the cake listening to the music booming and the sounds of a lot of men talking. I was starting to feel hot and I could feel the sweat running down my body. I tried to shift, but there was no where to move. And then I heard a loud bang. “Is this the signal?” I muttered to myself as I sat there. I heard another bang and then popped up out of the cake. “TA DA.” I screamed as I jumped up, the cake flying everywhere. My eyes were fuzzy as I looked into the room, but I could tell that everyone was staring at me.

  “You were supposed to wait for the loud bangs.” Crystal screamed at me as I stepped out of the cake awkwardly.

  “I heard the bangs.” I said feebly as I listened to the bass of a rap song playing in the background. Was that the bangs I’d been hearing? I made a face and then tripped forward as I clambered out of the cake. I felt two hands grabbing hold of my arms as I tripped and I looked up and saw a masculine face look
ing down at me. “Sorry.” I mumbled and looked away. I couldn’t really make out what he looked like.

  “No worries.” His voice was deep as he stood there in front of me, his hands still on my arms. His fingers pressed into my skin and I shivered slightly at the feel of his cool hands on my warm skin. “Do you need a hand?”

  “No, I’m fine. Thanks.” I pulled away from him and then looked for Crystal and Starr to see what I should do now. However, they were both busy giving two guys lap dances. Hmm.

  “Do you need help?”

  “I’m fine.” I shook my head and bit my lip. I could see my five grand going down the drain if I just stood there. “I’m trying to figure out what to do.”

  “Maybe you should give a lap dance?” He suggested with a hint of humor in his voice.

  “I don’t think so.” I shook my head as I looked around the room at all the men in their business suits.

  “Dance then?”

  “I guess so.” I sighed. “This sucks.” I muttered

  “Sorry what?” He leaned towards me and I stared into a pair of bright blue eyes that were mere inches from my face.

  “Nothing.” I swallowed as I focused in on his face. He was hot.

  “Your friend is looking at you. I suggest you get to work.” He whispered into my ear and I turned and saw Crystal giving me a death stare. I sighed and started moving back and forth to the rap song.

  “Hey sexy.” An overweight balding guy whistled at me from a few yards away. “I’ll have a lap dance for a stack.”

  “A stack?” I repeated back at him and took a step back.

  “A stack of hundreds.” He grinned and held up a wad of cash. “What’s your name?”

  “Peaches.” I said hesitantly. I really didn’t want to give him a lap dance.

  “Come on over Peaches. I like my peaches with cream. You can be the peaches and I’ll provide the cream.” He joked and I froze.

  “She’s with me.” The guy in front of me pulled me into his arms. “Right Peaches?”

  “Uh, yeah.” I nodded slowly. “Sorry, he asked me for a dance first.”