Alphas & Millionaires Starter Set

by Brooke Cumberland

  CHAPTER 5

  I wake up for another day of work, and skip my run. It’s Tuesday—laundry day—which also means I have hardly any clothes left to wear. I really need to expand my closet, but I’m not fussy about my clothes like Carissa is.

  “Riss!” I call out, wrapped in a towel. “I need something to wear. Pick me something out, please!” I beg, hoping she hears my desperate tone.

  “One of these days, I’m taking you shopping for your own clothes!” She fakes a smile and hands me a black pencil skirt, dark purple top and black pumps.

  “I’m going into work, not a night club,” I groan, taking the clothes out of her hand.

  “Listen, smartypants. That’s all I have. Or go naked.” Carissa’s feisty in the morning. She doesn’t do early well.. I always tease her for it.

  “Rawr.” I wag my eyebrows at her, smirking.

  I finish my morning routine, make some coffee and grab my bag. If there’s one thing I love, it’s purses. I have about twenty of them stashed in my closet.

  I walk down the hall sipping my coffee when Eric comes into view. His hair is still wet from a shower and he’s wearing a tight, black V-neck t-shirt. He looks amazing. Almost too amazing.

  “Good mornin’, sweetheart.” He smiles, stopping in front of me.

  “Good morning,” I reply, trying to hide the stupid grin on my face. “I think you’re on the wrong floor,” I joke.

  “I was just coming to see you, actually. Making sure you didn’t come down with anything after being out in the cold for so long. I even brought you soup.” He holds up a grocery bag in one of his hands that I don’t notice earlier.

  “Wow, that’s so nice. Thank you. I feel fine, actually. Skipped my run, but I’ll be back at it tomorrow.” I smile, reaching for the bag of soup he hands me.

  “I think I need to run with you from now on,” he states matter-of-factly.

  “I don’t need an escort. I won’t go back in the woods, don’t worry.” I take another sip of my coffee, never taking my eyes off him.

  He presses his hand over his heart, pretending to be heart broken. “You damage me, Velaney.” I laugh. “Way to shoot a man down.”

  “Shut up! You are such a boy,” I tease back. “If you want me to be your running partner, just ask.” I cock my hip out, daring him to say the words.

  “That’s what I like about you, Velaney. Direct and to the point.” He smiles, making my whole body shiver, almost making me want to drop everything and wrap my arms around him. His smile is perfect. Too perfect. It reaches so high, it almost touches his eyes. He has the most perfect teeth I’ve ever seen, which actually says a lot considering I’ve seen tons of teeth in my day.

  I shrug nonchalantly. “I don’t play games.”

  “Fine,” he presses. “Be my running partner.”

  “That’s not asking. That’s demanding!” I take a step closer, nudging him.

  “Oops. Guess I’ll see you tomorrow then.” He smiles, nudging me back.

  “Fine. But this time, knock!” I glare at him, making him laugh at my expression.

  “But then how will I be sure to get a good view in the mornin’?”

  “Look in the mirror,” I say without thinking.

  “Hmm, I think that’s a compliment.” He ponders for a minute, obviously loving it.

  “No, actually…that’s not what I mean, I—” I stutter, unable to save myself. “Whatever. I’m leaving,” I fire back, mad that I feel like I lost this battle…whatever battle we were having. Flirting battle? Is there such a thing?

  “Have a wonderful day, Velaney.” The way he twirls my name around his mouth makes me shiver. Good gravy, what is wrong with me?

  * * *

  “Coach, what do you say to a little one on one?” I ask. I'm feeling pretty confident. I ate the soup Eric brought me, smiling the entire time.

  “You’re on, little lady.” He glances down. “You can’t play in heels, you’ll break an ankle.”

  “I’ll take them off, don’t worry, old man,” I tease, making him huff a laugh. My dad and I used to play basketball every weekend. It was his way of making sure I could keep up with him and my brother.

  “Oh, you’re on!” he snarls, grabbing a basketball from the cart. I whip my heels off and aim for the door.

  “Let’s see what ya got,” I howl, stealing the ball from him. I leap around him and shoot the ball up. It swirls around and down through the hoop. “Two points, baby!”

  “All right, smart ass, now I’m turning the heat up!” he fires back. I bounce the ball to the floor in his direction. He catches it and bounces it with one hand as the other hand tries to block me. I wave my hand over, missing the ball as he rounds behind me and swishes the ball through the net.

  “Ugh,” I groan, grabbing the ball from him.

  “That’s right, pretty lady,” he teases, wagging an eyebrow at me.

  “You’re a cocky old man, aren’t ya?” I tease, bouncing the ball to the side, keeping him as far away from it as I possibly can. He reaches for it, but I quickly jump back, dodging his attempt. I chuckle at him, skid behind him and shoot again. Only this time I miss and it bounces off the rim coming right back at me.

  “Ow!” I yelp. The ball smacked me right in the face, bringing me to my knees.

  “Holy shit, Vel! Are you all right?” Coach asks, bending down to examine the damage.

  I open my eyes, cringing as my eye burns. “I think so, but my eye hurts bad,” I mumble, getting to my feet.

  “Let me see,” Coach demands, taking my hand off my face. “Oh, shit. You’re going to have a nice shiner there.” Great.

  I ice my eye for the rest of my shift, hoping the swelling goes down. Turns out Coach is right. A nice black and blue rim appears around my eye, making me look like a hot mess.

  “Take it easy, all right?” Coach hugs me as I clock out for the day.

  “I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me. I think I should win by default.” I grin at him.

  “Don’t think you can use the girl card on me, Vel. We were tied!” He chuckles lightly, patting me on the shoulder.

  I drive home, only opening my one good eye. It’s more difficult than it seems, but I make it back home safely. I grab my paperwork that I didn’t finish during the day from the passenger seat and head inside to my apartment.

  “What happened to you?” Carissa asks as soon as she spots me.

  “Basketball,” I mumble.

  “Damn girl. That gave you a doozy.” She inspects my eye, rubbing her thumb over it.

  “I’ll be fine. I’ll find a bag of frozen vegetables and place it on there for a while.”

  “Those vegetables are starting to come in handy,” she teases, remembering when I slammed my head against the pavement not too long ago. I stick my tongue out at her, completely annoyed with myself.

  “Are you working tonight?” I ask, knowing that Tuesday nights are her nights at the bar.

  “Yeah. Aren’t you?”

  “No, I have off. It’s laundry night.”

  “Well, could you do mine for me if you don’t mind?” she begs, holding both her hands together as she pleads.

  “Fine,” I finally say. “But I refuse to touch any men’s underwear this time.”

  She laughs. “I promise. No men’s underwear have been left over this week.” She winks at me and I shake my head. Carissa is beautiful and knows it. Men tell her all the time—they love to sleep with her, but she is never interested in anything more than that. I usually have the unfortunate duty of kicking them out of the house before breakfast.

  I take my frozen peas and lay on my bed. My head is killing me, but I don’t have time to whine about it. My laundry basket is overflowing.

  Placing the peas back in the freezer, I grab my hamper. I take Carissa’s and place it in the hallway, as I now have to make two trips down to the Ladybug.

  “Laundry night?” Eric calls to me as I reach my car. I turn around and see him wearing running shorts. Only sho
rts. His muscles are extremely apparent, and sexy. Sexiest I’ve ever seen. A layer of sweat covers them, but I don’t care. It’s hot as sin. His nipple rings make me want to lick him in the most unconventional way. He has tattoos on both biceps and down over one peck on his chest. I never knew tattoos and piercings could look so damn sexy…but they do. Oh, Lord help me.

  “Yup, and I have the unfortunate pleasure of doing Carissa’s as well.” I fake a smile, showing my amusement.

  “What the hell happened to you?” He leans in, touching my face. The way his hand rubs my cheek sends shivers down my body. His face is so close to mine, I can feel his hot breath on my neck.

  “Oh, it’s nothing. I got hit in the face with a ball.” I continue staring at him, enjoying his touch. His very much-wanted touch. I try to act casual, but I’m sure it’s not working.

  “Damn, don’t mess with you, huh?” He laughs, bringing his hand back down to his side.

  “Yeah, I taught that ball who was boss, don’t worry,” I joke, laughing with him. I’m just about to ask him what his plans are for the night when a car I’ve never seen in the parking lot before pulls up next to me.

  He leans in and kisses just under my eye. My eyes close as I take in his scent and his ever-so-desired touch. He releases all too soon and my heart breaks a little.

  “Well, I gotta go, sweetheart. My friend is here.” I nod and say goodbye, watching every solid muscle as he runs over and greets whoever is here.

  The smile drops from my face as I watch him escort a chick out of the car. She’s tall, with blonde curly locks. He swoops in for a hug, making my insides sick with envy. I turn back to my car, not allowing myself to watch him with her. The pull I feel toward him is ridiculous. Perhaps it’s the way he is always there for me, saving me when I need it the most. But another part of me knows it’s something else. Something unexplainable.

  I run back up to my apartment, grab Carissa’s hamper and bring it back to my car. I drive to the closest Laundromat and start unloading.

  “Hi,” a small voice says behind me as I’m loading clothes in the washer.

  I turn around and see a tall-framed, baby-blue-eyed man staring at me. He has short brown hair that spikes up in the front. His hands are tucked in his front pockets as he stands contently in front of me.

  “Hello,” I say back, unsure of why we’re exchanging words.

  “I remember you…from the bar,” he states matter-of-factly. He rocks on his feet while I channel my brain for a moment, trying to recollect any memory of him. Nothing.

  “Sorry, I don’t remember you,” I say politely, feeling extremely uncomfortable, closing the washer door.

  “That’s okay. You work there, right?” I nod. “I’m Alex. I was there the night there was a huge bar fight and you tried to stop it.” Ahh…that night.

  “Oh, right. Well, it’s nice to meet you, Alex.” I bring my hand out, offering to shake his.

  “What’s your name?”

  “Oh geez, sorry. I’m Velaney. You can call me Vel or Lane. Or Laney, I suppose. But only my best friend calls me Laney, so I mean, whichever you prefer,” I ramble on, begging myself to stop. What is wrong with me? Why am I acting like a fool?

  He smiles back, shaking my hand. The way his hands brush over mine makes me smile, realizing that I’m thinking how attractive he is. Perhaps not Eric attractive, but attractive in a different way.

  “Velaney,” he rolls through his teeth. “That’s pretty.”

  “Thanks.” I smile back, unsure of what else to say.

  “Are you using this one?” he asks, motioning to the washing machine next to mine.

  “Nope, it’s all yours.” He smiles back at me and I notice I instantly want to keep talking to him. “So what were you doing at the bar that night?” I ask casually, making light conversation.

  “My sister works there. I was coming in to say hello when all hell broke loose,” he says, laughing.

  “You’re Kenna’s brother?” I ask, remembering Kenna telling me she had brother before.

  “Yup, that’s my baby sister.”

  “I bet that made for an interesting childhood,” I smirk, knowing Kenna is a ball of fire.

  “You have no idea.” He chuckles, putting money into the pay slide and starting his machine.

  We continue making playful conversation for the next half-hour until my washing machine buzzes. I’m intrigued to know more about him, but as usual, I don’t let myself go any further than that.

  Aiden was to blame for that. He ruined me. My own brother.

  “So when are you working again?” he asks, switching his clothes over.

  “Friday night.”

  “Cool. A bunch of my buddies from work and I were planning on going out this weekend. Maybe I’ll run into you.” He presses the dryer on, waiting anxiously for my response.

  I try to play it cool and say, “Awesome. I’ll save a beer for ya.” I smile, hoping he doesn’t see that I’m really trying to avoid sounding like a dork.

  He smiles back and asks, “So what do you do when you aren’t tending the bar?”

  “I work at Boston University, with the hockey team.” He looks at me, puzzled. “I majored in sports medicine…so I basically treat their injuries and keep them from banging the hell out of each other.” I smile, watching him intently. My eyes shift down to his lips, watching his tongue roll over his bottom lip. It’s hot.

  “Hockey players, huh? Wow…that must be interesting.” He sounds self-conscious, taken aback almost.

  “Interesting to say the least. Those boneheads are constantly beating their bodies up. Sometimes I wonder if they do it on purpose just so I’ll have to touch them,” I say, chuckling. However, I notice he’s extremely looking uncomfortable. “Are you okay?” I ask.

  “Yeah, of course.” He smiles a million-dollar smile back at me, giving me whiplash from the back and forth way he’s making me feel.

  We continue talking for the next hour about his job, past college experiences, our hobbies and even our favorite movies. He’s easy to talk to, which I like. He doesn’t make me nervous, but rather he puts me at ease. I’m not sure why he’s so likeable, but he is. He’s attractive, easy to get along with and makes me laugh.

  “Well, I’m all finished here. I guess I’ll see you Friday night?” I ask, folding my last shirt and placing it in the hamper.

  “Definitely. If you see a bunch of bald guys walk in, they’re with me.” He smiles, leaning in for a small hug.

  I hug him back and tell him, “See you then. Bye, Alex.” He smiles as he watches me walk out the doors. My heart is racing, or perhaps it’s fluttering. Either way, it’s amazing.

  CHAPTER 6

  “Why are you smiling?” Carissa asks as she comes through the door after her shift.

  “I kinda…maybe…met a guy tonight.” I can’t help the ridiculous grin on my face as I picture him in my head.

  “Oh my God!” she squeals, jumping on my bed next to me. “Spill.”

  “Okay, well, it’s actually Kenna’s brother, Alex. I met him at the Laundromat.”

  “Shut up! Kenna’s brother! He’s hot. I’ve only seen him from a distance, but I could still tell.” She smiles, looking intently into my eyes. “I can’t believe this, Velaney Wills. A cute guy you actually like?”

  “I think I do like him…I mean, we just met, but we spent the entire time talking and it just felt so natural,” I gush, smiling.

  “Holy shit, Lane. I have never seen you like this before over a guy! Like…you have little stars in your eyes or something. Maybe the pussy fairy is finally working her magic,” she says, pretending to wave fairy dust over me. She lets out a loud laugh, making me laugh with her.

  “Eh, who knows? He was probably just trying to be nice to me because he recognized me from the bar. He probably has a girlfriend or something.”

  “And there’s the Velaney I know,” she sighs, rolling her eyes. “You need to stop being so self-conscious. Guys don’t sit and talk to
girls for long periods for nothing. Trust me.” She crosses her arms, lecturing me. “And considering you were at a Laundromat—most unsexy place ever to meet a guy—and yet you met one.”

  “I don’t know. Maybe he was being nice because he’s Kenna’s brother.” Too nice.

  “You seriously don’t see how hot you are, Lane. I mean, really? Would I have an ugly best friend?” She smirks, making me laugh in amusement.

  “Well, he says he’s coming to the bar this Friday with some work buddies. Maybe you can find some man meat for yourself,” I say, rolling off the bed to grab a sweatshirt. I don’t like how my nipples are instantly hard at just the mere mention of his name.

  “Hubba, hubba,” she squeals like a cat in heat. I shake my head at her, jumping back on my bed next to her.

  “Down kitty,” I tease.

  “Never.”

  I spend the rest of the night thinking about Alex and how possibly, just maybe, he could be the one to break down my walls…break through me. The mere thought of it makes me nervous as hell.

  * * *

  I was eight years old when I said my first cuss word. I was at the dinner table with my parents and my sixteen-year-old brother, Aiden. My mom had just passed me a large bowl of mashed potatoes. The bowl was hot and had slipped right out of my hands, landing on the floor. The bowl broke into a million pieces, making the food scatter all over the hardwood floor.

  “Fuck!” I squealed, covering my mouth the second it slipped.

  “Velaney Rose Wills!” my mother screamed, shocking me with her loud rebuke. I froze in my chair, unable to recover from the word that had just come out of my mouth.

  Later that night, my dad tucked me into bed and soothed me by explaining that sometimes bad words slip out. My father was much more understanding than my mother when it came to mishaps. He made me feel better, rubbing my head until I fell asleep.

  I woke to the sound of my door creaking open and a glimpse of the hall light shining in. Aiden slipped in, reeking of something so horrible that I have to cover my nose up with my blankets.