by C. M. Steele
Cole
Obsessed Alpha Series
C.M. Steele
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Epilogue
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Always the protective brother, Cole Bennett found himself storming into a bar in Hawaii to warn some woman to stay away from his brother. The second he sees her, he wants her to stay away from Bishop for an entirely different reason. She belongs to him.
Aviana has had a lousy couple of years and just wanted her shift to be over at a tiki bar. Then in walks the hottest man she’d ever seen. If he wasn’t such a jerk, she would be his. Who was she kidding? She wants him either way.
This is a fast-paced, sweet romance.
Chapter One
Cole
I tap my phone, and the screen lights up with the time. It’s been two hours since I spoke to my brother. He sounded wasted, so I stayed up to wait for his dumb ass. After an hour and a half of waiting in our suite, I walked down to the lobby and parked my ass on one of their comfy seats. And that’s where I’ve been since. I’m about to call him again when he stumbles in front of me, grabbing the back of my seat and leaning in extremely close. “Hey there, handsome.”
“Bishop, where the fuck have you been?” I bark out at him. “It’s almost one in the morning, and the wedding is tomorrow.”
He flops down on the seat next to me with an exaggerated grunt. Crossing his legs, he leans over, puts his elbow on the armrest, and cradles his chin with a sigh. “I’ve met the most beautiful woman in the world. I’m going to pick her up when the bar closes, and then I’m gonna fuck the shit out of her…and put a ring on her finger too.” He nods his head and wags a finger in my face as he slurs his words.
What the hell did this shithead get himself into? Swatting his hand away from my face before I lose my temper, I scold him, “You’re twenty-one, and not stable enough to marry anyone. Your inheritance doesn’t kick in for another two years, so you can’t afford a wife. Did you tell her that?”
He shrugs his shoulders and smiles. “I might have mentioned that I’d be rich in a couple of years because I have a huge trust coming, but she doesn’t care about money. She works at a bar, dude. She’s not after me for my money.” Damn, he’s drunk. Since when don’t people care about money—especially when they bust their ass for tips? I need to check this woman out before it’s too late. Even if she’s genuine, he’s too wasted to be asking a woman anything.
“What the hell are you thinking?” I snarl through clenched teeth. Thankfully the lobby is pretty empty, or we’d have an unwanted audience.
“She has pretty eyes and nice tits.” He bites his bottom lip envisioning this woman with a faraway look in his eyes. “I’m in love.”
I roll my eyes. “Come on. Let’s go upstairs.” I walk him to the large suite we have, shaking my head the whole damn time. The bedrooms are separated by a lavish living room and kitchenette.
“Stay put. If she works at the bar, you’ll see her again.” Fucking hell. I never thought I’d see the day when he’d be so damn irresponsible. He’s barely old enough to drink, and after our parents were killed by drunk drivers, I never thought he’d get wasted.
“Wait, I can’t go to bed. I’ve got to get my woman and marry her,” he shouts, trying to get to his feet but stumbles back onto the bed.
“Not tonight, Romeo.”
He points a finger at me with one eye open. “You just want her for yourself.”
I chuckle at the drunken accusation because it makes no damn sense. I sit him on the bed and help him take off his shoes. “I don’t know her.”
“Trust me. If you saw her, you’d steal her from me.” He nods his head, agreeing with himself.
I’ve never once stolen anything from him, let alone a woman. “Bullshit. I haven’t been on a date since Mom and Dad died.”
“Well, that’s why. She’d make the perfect wife. Gorgeous and sexy.” His eyes have that starry faraway gaze, and I wonder if he’s serious. I doubt it, but I think it’s time for me to have this woman checked out. It’s too late to call my investigator friend, Sean would be able to find out more about her in a hurry. I’ll call him in the morning if I have to.
“Relax.”
“She’s perfect. I’m telling you, Cole. You’d love her.” He sighs and drops his head onto the pillow, passing out. I grab his phone and put in his passcode, unlocking it to find out where he was at before he stumbled back to the hotel.
According to the taxi message. He was at Maurice’s Tiki Bar last. I set his phone on the nightstand and leave his room. Once I’m in the hallway, I look up the bar and take down the address. It closes in an hour, giving me enough time to get down there. It’s in walking distance, so I set out to meet this woman.
I’m going to do everything I can to stop her from even thinking about my brother again. He doesn’t need to find a woman to chase, especially when we’re leaving in two days. It’s not like he can afford to marry her until he’s older. He graduates from school next semester, and I don’t want some woman messing that up for him. I lost out on finishing college because of my parents’ deaths, but I’m not letting Bishop lose sight of his future. I don’t care if she’s everything great, I don’t want a woman getting her claws so deep into him that he’ll do anything for her. Women try to dig their way into your pockets when they know there’s wealth. Since taking over my father’s company, I have had every female leach attempt to persuade me into taking them. None of that worked.
Losing my parents hurt for a long time, then add to raising my brother and sister, dating became something I have forgotten about and now dreaded.
My walk leads me down the beach in the cool night air. The gentle breeze drags my attention to the ocean waves. I stop to take in the scene before me; the stars shine in the cloudless sky, giving the sea it’s own spotlight. I see why people want to live here in this paradise, but I’ll happily take the city streets of Chicago.
Reminding myself that I’m on a timed mission, I continue walking to the bar.
I pass by a bunch of college assholes who are falling over each other drunk. Then I hit the patio to the tiki bar. Now to deal with this greedy bitch before
she sinks her teeth into my little brother.
The rundown bar has seen better days, but that’s not my concern. I open the flimsy screen door and stop in my tracks. The sexiest woman in the world is bending over wiping down a table. When she looks up at me, I’m floored. She’s even hotter from this angle, and my dick pays close attention. I can see her tits from this position, and it pisses me off. She’s showing off what belongs to me. Me? Damn it. Please tell me she’s not the only woman that works here.
Chapter Two
Aviana
I pick up after the last customers leave, setting their glasses on the bar. I sit my ass on a chair of that table and toss my feet up on the table of this mediocre tiki bar set up. My body and mind are bone tired. Most of the customers are tourists, the spring breakers, or the summer beach bums. They can be rowdy, annoying, and sometimes overly flirtatious.
The last guy that came in here was a real piece of work. He’s here for a wedding, and all he could talk about was how I belonged as his date. The last straw was when he brought up how rich he and his family was. “My brother’s really loaded.”
I finally got him out of here with a “Hell no, and I’ll call the cops” threat.
I look around at the stained walls and beat up stools and wonder what I’m going to do when Maurice sells this place. The bar needs a serious remodel, but Maurice is ready to retire and put it up for sale, so he’s not concerned with a facelift. “The new owners can do that,” he explained every time I asked.
This is my second job just to keep my shitty apartment away from the beach. I should be looking for another job soon. “I can’t believe I still work here,” I grumble to myself.
“That’s because your parents left you high and dry here,” Maurice says, slapping my legs with a towel. “Get your feet off of there and clean up so you can go home already.”
“We’re still open for another hour,” I remind him.
“Yeah, but do you see anyone around here.” He walks into the back with a smile on his face. He’s been wonderful to me, and I know he feels bad about me possibly losing my job if the new owners don’t keep the staff, but he’s getting a little too old to deal with the pressure of owning a bar.
“Fine.” I don’t bother to move for the next ten minutes, letting the music coming from the bar down the beach seep into my soul. My music and books are the only things that bring me joy on this island. I live in one of the most lavish places in the world, and I don’t enjoy it. I stand up and get a fresh cleaning rag and start wiping down the tables. I’m in the middle of the third table when a hear the sound of the spring door followed by footsteps.
As I look up, I’m shocked. Standing in the doorway is a tall, well-built man in a pair of black dress pants and a white dress shirt with his sleeves rolled up, revealing his strong forearms. He’s not one of the college kids around here. No—there’s something much more mature about him. His vibrantly light eyes scan the room, and they land on me. They don’t just land, they roam over my body, lingering on my cleavage that’s ten times more revealing in my bent-over position. A blush spreads over my face as feel my pussy clench just from his gaze.
As our eyes meet from across the room, a growl emanates from him. For his size, he’s light on his feet, and he reaches me before I can set the towel down. “What’s your name?” he asks. I stare at him, mentally tracing the scruff on his face. His jaw tightens when I don’t immediately answer. I’m so entranced by his light greenish-gray eyes. “Well?”
“Avi, girl. What are you still doing here? There’s a bunch of hot guys on the beach,” Tina exclaims. I didn’t see or hear her come in, but she walks past the sexy stranger.
She freezes when she follows my gaze, which is still focused on the handsome suit. “Tina, I’m almost done working.” I barely acknowledge as I stare at him. It’s foolish, but for the first time ever, my body’s aching in new places.
“Well, hello,” she whistles. “Yeah, you’re working it alright.” She rakes her eyes over the mysterious, bossy man.
Strangely, I feel possessive over him and snip out. “I’ll see you later.”
My brow raises, and she gets the hint, raising her hands in a quiet surrender. “Fine. I’ll see you out there.”
His lips give a slight upturn. “So, Avi? Can I get a drink?”
I’m not sure if I want to smack or kiss that smirk off his lips. “Sure. What will you have?”
“Whiskey on the rocks.” His voice is smoother than any brand of whiskey we have on these shelves, and my body heats up. Trying to fight off the instant attraction, I take the towel and walk around the bar without looking at him again. My hands shake as I set the glass on the mat because I can feel his stare. He watches me as I prepare his drink, but he’s not focused on the drink itself. His whole being is trained to my face.
“Here you go.” I set the glass in front of him, and he takes a drink without taking his eyes off me.
Once he sets it on the bar top, his jaw clenches as he snarls the words out. “So do you usually leave to hook up with hot guys on the beach?”
“Not usually.” He frowns clearly displeased with my dismissive response. I step away from him with a smirk and start cleaning up the bar top.
“Come here, Avi,” he bites out.
I slap my hands on my hips and scowl at the bossy bastard. “It’s actually Aviana, but only my friends call me Avi.”
“I like Aviana.” He says my name like he’s savoring it, sending my senses tingling. The man must have women falling for him everywhere he goes. “So tell me. How about you skip the fucking boys and spend the evening with me?”
And he had to go and ruin it. “Wow, you’re not a wine and dine her kind of guy. Do you at least give them your name?”
He tosses me a half-smile, and I can see a slight flush of embarrassment. “Sorry, It’s Cole Bennett. I don’t normally hit on a woman I’ve just met.”
“Well, then, I feel blessed.” I give him an eye roll and then continue cleaning the bar top. His eyes are trained on me so much I can feel them heating my flesh. My body is a damn traitor. She wants to climb his tall, thick frame and ride him all night.
“So do you want to spend the night with me?” he asks again.
I glare at the insistent bastard before I calmly reply, “I’m not a hooker or a whore, so no.”
“I didn’t say I wanted to fuck you.” I cock my brow up at him. Registering that I’m not buying that crock, he adds, “I’m not saying I don’t want to fuck you, but I don’t want you hanging around some drunk guys, and I want to get to know you.” Damn, I want to get to know him in every way, but I don’t want to seem eager.
“And I’m guessing you always get what you want?”
He chuckles and shrug his shoulders, drawing my attention to his throat. Holy shit, there’s just something sexy about the way his muscles flex. It’s no wonder men used to wear cravats. I’m practically a swooning maiden with handsome around. “I never wanted anything as much as you.”
The sincerity in his voice sends a shiver down my spine, but my brain doesn’t buy the line. “Bullshit. Let me see your hands.” He does as I ask and lays them flat with his palms down on the bar top. I run my hands over them as I get a better look at his hands, gasping from the sensation.
He releases a groan. “Shit, you can’t be touching me like that and moaning.” I was moaning? Shit. I’m in trouble.
He snatches my wrists as I try to pull them away, and he rubs his thumbs on my pulse. I shiver, unable to fight my reaction. “Please tell me you don’t usually feel up guys at the bar.”
I can’t tell if he’s actually jealous or testing my motives. The guy has my wires crossed and shorting. “I don’t. I wanted to see if you had a ring line.” I try to tug them away, but he holds them steady, wrapping his hands around mine in a romantic way.
He smiles and adds, “I don’t, but I will.”
I rip my hands out of his grip and shove his away as fast as possible. “So you’re engaged.�
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“No, I’m not, but I’m sure that one day you’ll marry me.” The confidence in him is sexier than I’ve ever thought it could be.
The independent woman in me is screaming to be repulsed by his attitude. Instead, I find myself intrigued by it. “Oh, really?”
Chapter Three
Cole
I can’t believe the way I’m behaving, but all I can think about is getting her out of here and putting my baby inside of her. If Jason spoke this way to my sister, I would have knocked his ass out. I just can’t help myself.
Fuck, she’s special. I feel it deep within me. Aviana’s eyes scorched my skin, branding me hers the second she lifted them up to meet mine. She’s pissed at me, but I deserve it. I want her to fall in love with me because I’m sure I’m already half-way there.
My father used to say that he met my mother and fell for her in a heartbeat, but I didn’t believe it until they died. She’d been the only one to strike him as different, perfect. And they lived that way, in love until their last breaths. In fact, my mother passed first from her injuries hours before my father.
The second he woke up, he asked about my mother. We couldn’t hide the grief. His last words to me were, “I love you kids, but I can’t exist without your mother. My love is too strong. Never settle for less. Please, Cole, take care of your siblings.” An hour later, he succumbed to his injuries.
Now, I get what he truly meant in full force. Aviana is that love for me. My body went from not caring if women even existed to be obsessed with one woman in an instant.
The door opens, but I’m too busy staring at her. It’s probably just her friend. “What the fuck, Cole?” Bishop shoves my shoulder, nearly knocking me off my chair. I deserve it too.
“I knew you’d come to check her out,” he snarls. Fuck. I totally forgot about him seeing her first and professing that he loved her.
“You two know each other?” Aviana shouts. Her eyes narrow, and she glares at us.