Alphas on Top

by Harper Sloan

  “Easy with my phone, Hulk.” He looks down at me and I smile. He ignores my grin, takes the phone away from his ear and then throws it onto the bed. He uses his other hand to pull out my hair tie and throw that behind him, and then wraps my hair around his fist.

  “You are not calling that piece of shit back.”

  “I'm not calling him back,” I repeat. I never planned on it. Actually, I want to know how he got my number and why he is calling me at all. The only thing I can think of is that he called my mom and she gave him my number.

  “Why the fuck is he calling you?”

  “That’s a good question,” I say, looking over his shoulder and wondering the exact same thing. He tugs my hair and I look back at him. “I have no idea. I haven’t even talked to him in two years. After I found out what he did, I changed my number and avoided him like the Ebola virus.” I watch his eyes go soft and his lips twitch.

  “Why didn’t you avoid your mom?”

  I take a breath and tell the truth. “I wanted to forgive her. I wanted a mom who loved me. I felt like if I forgave her for what she had done, maybe she could forgive me for whatever it was that I had done to make her hate me so much.”

  “You didn’t do anything to her. She was selfish and doesn’t deserve to have a daughter that is as kind and forgiving as you.”

  “I don’t know,” I whisper. “She has always hated me. I was never good enough. I don’t know why she is the way she is but it doesn’t mean that I don’t crave her attention or love. It’s not easy growing up with your only comfort provided by people who are paid to take care of you. All I wanted my whole life was to feel wanted. Until I met my dad when I turned eighteen, I never felt like I belonged to anyone.”

  “You belong now. Not only do you belong to your dad and his family, you belong to me and mine. And one day, you will belong to our kids.”

  “Kids?” I ask, I don’t disguise the shock of my words.

  “Kids. I told you, I'm going slowly for you. But you’re going to be my wife, and as soon as we sign the marriage license, I'm working on getting you knocked up.”

  I roll my eyes at him. “You have this all planned, huh?”

  “Fuck, yeah,” he, smiles. I smile back. His happiness is contagious. “I can’t wait to see you waddling around, knowing that I got you that way.” My eyes narrow. He smiles. “That you are my life, and that you’re carrying a life that we created inside of you.” I feel faint. Even though he said I would waddle, and no woman wants to ever hear that they waddle or are going to waddle, it is still the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me.

  “How many kids do you have in mind?” I ask softly, wrapping my arms around his neck. His hands slide to my waist and under my shirt. His thumbs rub along my sides, causing goose bumps to break out.

  “Two boys and three girls. The boys need to come first so they can protect their sisters, especially if they look like you.”

  “What happens if we have a girl first?”

  “Then I'm going to buy a few more guns.”

  I start giggling. “You do know how hot you are, right? I mean, if we have boys, I'm going to have to buy stock in Trojan just to make sure they are always protected. Either that, or invest my money into a medical company so they can invent men’s birth control.” He starts shaking his head, chuckling.

  “I like that you keep saying we,” he says softly, his eyes warm. “Now I know you see a future with me.” He smiles his cocky smile and I laugh.

  “You know, you’re very bossy and completely cocky.” His lips twitch, but what he doesn’t do is disagree with me. I have to admit, it is a total turn on that he is so sure about us. It puts my mind at ease. I don’t worry that I am thinking things are more serious than he thinks they are. He softly kisses my nose then my lips.

  “I'm going to see if Ma needs help. I’ll make sure everyone is ready to go to your dad’s soon.”

  “Thanks.” I stand on my tiptoes and kiss him quickly then walk into the bathroom and shut the door. I listen to Asher leave the bedroom. Once I know the coast is clear, I pull a towel down from the shelf, shove my face into it, and scream at the top of my lungs while jumping up and down. I can’t believe I am getting everything that I have ever wanted. I have a man that loves me, a great job, and a giant family. I know that I am lucky.

  I remember spending Christmas in New York, watching the Macy’s parade then going to Tia’s house for the day. If they weren’t around, I would make dinner for myself and camp out in bed with a good book while my mom was with her friends or whatever guy she was seeing at the time. Now I have friends and family who will always be around to spend holidays with.

  The doorbell ringing and Beast’s barking wakes me suddenly. I roll to the clock and see that it’s just after ten in the morning. I can’t think of anyone who would be here this early, unless it’s the postman and he’s dropping off a package.

  I crawl out of bed and find Asher’s shirt that he took off last night. I slip it over my head and find my sleep shorts lying on the floor. I pull them up quickly, noticing that they’re getting a lot tighter. I'm still half asleep because I got home late yesterday.

  I had been out on another all day shopping adventure with Susan. This trip was much better than the last, only because I needed to get stuff for an Easter egg hunt that I was putting on at the nursing home. Hearing kids laughing and having a good time makes me happy, so I want parents to bring their kids and let them go into the patients’ rooms and get an egg and some candy.

  With Asher gone on jobsites more often, I am starting to feel bored. I work for my dad and Liz, plus I took on a few other small clients in town. But even with the extra work I am doing, I still have plenty of free time.

  First, I started going to the gym. I was working out so much that I had definition where I never thought I would and I was losing tons of weight. Then, one day Asher looked at me and actually complained.

  “Babe, I loved your body. I loved having something to grab onto. I loved how soft you were. I know that you want to be healthy, but I miss the softness.”

  His voice was soft and the look in his eyes said that he loved me no matter what, but he missed the way I looked. And I don’t know any woman who would not want their man to tell him that they shouldn’t lose weight. I really didn’t care. I wasn’t working out to lose weight. I was doing it out of boredom, but I was happy to hear that he liked my body the way it was.

  That night, I may have gone a wee bit overboard. I hadn’t been on a diet, but I had been watching what I was eating. So, that night, I made homemade chicken Alfredo with garlic bread and asparagus. For dessert, I made apple cobbler with vanilla ice cream. There were more than three days’ worth of calories in that meal, but it was so worth it. In the middle of eating, Asher started laughing at me.

  “What?”

  “You sound like you’re really enjoying your food,” he said, watching me take a bite of apple cobbler.

  “It’s yummy.”

  “Yeah,” he said, leaning over to give me a very sweet vanilla apple kiss.

  After dinner, I was sprawled out on top of Asher with him still inside me and his hands running along my back. Our breathing returned to normal and I broached the subject of money. “Since I'm living here now, we should talk about how we’re going to divide the bills for the house.”

  “You’re mine. I take care of you. You use your money to buy clothes or groceries for the house, unless I'm with you. Then, I’ll pay. Also, you’re going to need a new ride soon. That thing you call a car is not safe. There are too many deer around here. If one runs in front of you, your car will be totaled. If I'm lucky, I will just be visiting you in the hospital. If I'm not, I’ll be visiting you at the cemetery. I don’t want that shit, so we need to go to the dealer that I got my jeep from and we can pick out something for you.”

  I lifted my head from his chest, looking down at him. There were a few things that pissed me off, so I was deciding what pissed me off the most before
I opened my mouth. I was sated, I had three orgasms and I was in a chill mood, so I was trying really hard not to flip out.

  I watched his eyes roam over my face. “This is non-negotiable.”

  My eyes narrowed at his words and my temper flared. “Really? So how I spend money and what car I drive is non-negotiable?” I asked, just to make sure that we were on the same page.

  “Yep, we might as well get all this shit out of the way,” he said, rolling so I was under him. I felt him slide out of me and I couldn’t help the mewl sound that I made at the loss of him. He kissed my nose and bit my bottom lip. The kiss started to get good when I pulled away.

  “What shit?” I asked before he had a chance to put me in an Asher fog, where I unknowingly agree to everything he says.

  “You don’t need the money that your grandparents left you. When we have kids, you can put it in a college account for them, but I make enough money to take care of you, me, and any kids we have.”

  I took a deep breath, calming myself before I started to yell at the top of my lungs. “I love you, but you are not paying my way. I have taken care of myself for a long time. We need to come to an agreement that we can both live with,” I said in a tone that was a lot calmer than I felt.

  “We're starting a life together. If you never got that money, we would still be living the same way we do now. I'm not selling my land or building a new house somewhere else. This was my dream. I knew when I built this house that the woman who I fell in love with would live here with me, and my kids would grow up here on this property. I don’t need more. I have a good car, toys in my garage, and money in the bank. I was planning for you before I even knew who you were. I never wanted to be a millionaire. Money does shit to people’s heads. I like your head the way it is. We don’t need it.”

  Well, he had a good point. Money did mess with people. We were happy and I had never even touched the money from my inheritance. But I knew the money could do some good and I wanted a swimming pool badly. I also wouldn’t mind getting a new car with the money, and maybe a boat. I have always loved the water and have wanted to try skiing. The only thing with that was if I sucked at water skiing, we would be stuck with a boat we didn’t use.

  “I have a few requests before I put the money away for our future children,” I said, shaking my head.

  He gave me a crooked smile and kissed my nose again. “Go for it.”

  “First, I'm paying for my own car, if I decide to get a new one.” He started to talk, but I covered his mouth with my hand. He narrowed his eyes, but I carried on like I didn’t notice.

  “Second, I would like a swimming pool, and third,” I said loudly before he could cut me off or talk over me. “I would like a boat, but only if it can be returned if I end up not liking it.”

  “First, you’re getting a new car whether you want one or not.”

  “If—” I started, but he cut me off with a quick kiss.

  “Second, we can have a pool put in, as long as it’s childproof. And when we have kids, they have to take swimming lessons. And third, I have a boat so you don’t need to think about borrowing someone’s boat to test it out.”

  I squealed, doing a happy dance. “Wow, that was easier than I thought,” I said, smiling. “But I want to confirm that I'm paying for my new car when I decide to get one, and the swimming pool when it’s put in.”

  “We’ll figure it out.”

  “Hell no!” I said, rolling him to his back. I was looking down on him, making sure I had his full attention. “I will pay for that stuff, Asher, or I’ll buy you a gift every week, and I will make sure they are extravagant and expensive. Trust me, you don’t want to test me. I'm thinking along the lines of a unicorn.”

  “You don’t get it. This is my land, my house. I pay for the pool. And I hope to God that you know unicorns aren’t real.”

  Okay, that hurt. “So, I'm just a guest. I'm not living here with you? I'm not the woman that you plan on having a family with? If that’s the case, let me know so I can pack my stuff. I don’t want to be in the way when the one you plan on sharing your life with shows up. And who knows? Money is power. I'm sure I can convince someone somewhere that unicorns exist, and that they should locate one for me.”

  I watched as his face became hard and his jaw started to tic. “You know I don’t mean it that way. You’re my woman. I take care of you.”

  “If I'm your woman, as you put it, then you’re my man. Relationships work both ways. They give and take. It’s called compromise. I need to feel like I'm doing something for you. I won’t be happy thinking that I live here with you for free. You take care of me, make me feel safe, give me a home and unconditional love, and I don’t do anything for you? I won’t live here feeling like I'm not bringing anything to the table. That’s not me. I need to feel like I'm pulling my weight.”

  “Baby, don’t you see it’s the other way around?” he asked with both his hands holding my face. “All I have to offer you is stability and love. I have nothing else. If you left me tomorrow, some other guy would be there giving you the same thing I do. You’re beautiful, funny, smart, kind. And the sex, fuck me, sex with you is off the charts. If you left me—Christ!” He closed his eyes, shaking his head. “If you left me, I would never be able to find another you. Someone who fills my life with the beauty that only you give me.”

  Okay, I couldn’t help it. I started bawling like a giant baby. I laid my head on his chest, wrapping myself around him and trying to get as close as I could without crawling inside of him. I no longer cared about the pool or the car or anything else to do with money.

  “I feel the same,” I said through a sob. “You are an amazing man, Asher James Mayson, and you better not ever forget it.”

  “I love you, baby,” he whispered and I felt his lips at the top of my head. His arms were around me, holding me tightly against him. I was so comfortable that I knew I could easily fall asleep that way. “I only want you to be happy.”

  “I am.” My heart was full. There was no room in it for sadness or anger. I felt happy and loved. Even when I was arguing with him, I felt unconditional love.

  It was in that moment that I decided to do something with the money my grandparents left me. I love the place that I now called home. And I wanted to do something that would benefit others. Something to share the love that I felt and hopefully give someone else a piece of that love and happiness. I knew that there were people who lived in the area that were struggling. I also knew they took donations each year for community projects and child outreach programs. I needed to find things to fill my time with. The spring and summer months were his busy seasons. The days were longer, the weather was nicer, and I knew Asher would be working extra hours. He and his team just won the bid on a new development, so they were all excited about that and the amount of money it would bring in. So I needed to keep myself occupied.

  The pounding started to get louder, taking me out of my head and bringing me back to reality.

  “I'm coming! I'm coming! Hold your horses!” I shout while running to the front door. I push Beast out of the way so I can get to the peep hole. When I look out, I see a young guy holding flowers. “What the heck?” I mutter to myself. I open the door and the man standing there smiles and holds out a bouquet of roses.

  “Hi,” I say, my eyebrows coming together in question. Asher has given me flowers in the past, but he has never given me roses. He has always brought them home to me. I’ve never received a delivery.

  “This is a delivery for November,” the guy says, looking up at me from where his head was bent down, reading the paper in his hand.

  “That’s me,” I say, and before I can get anything else out, he shoves a clipboard into my hand.

  “You need to sign where the Xs are.”

  I quickly sign by the two Xs. He then smiles and takes the clipboard, putting it under his arm. He hands me the flowers and then walks off. I set the flowers on the island and look for a card but can’t find one. I know the flo
wers are from Asher because he is the only person who would send them. I walk back to the bedroom to find my phone.

  Once I have my cell phone, I send Asher a quick text.

  Me: Thanks for the flowers.

  There is no reply right away, so I set the phone down and jump in the shower. I am blow drying my hair and drinking coffee with I hear my phone signal a message.

  Asher: Didn’t send anything ;-(

  Me: Oh. Maybe my dad sent them.

  “Hey, baby girl,” Dad answers on the first ring.

  “Hi Dad, um, I was wondering if you sent me flowers?”

  “No. Why?”

  “I got a delivery of roses this morning and Asher didn’t send them.”

  “I didn’t send anything.”

  My breathing starts to pick up and I know my dad can hear it through the phone.

  “I'm sure they are from someone you know,” he says quietly. I'm not as sure as he is. I feel paranoid, but after the roses that someone left me at my dad’s house, there is always a nagging in the back of my head telling me that something bad is going to happen to me again.

  “I can tell you’re scared but don’t worry so much. Nothing has happened since the break-in.”

  “You’re right. I'm acting crazy,” I tell him. Flowers are not a big deal.

  “If you feel unsafe, just tell me and I will be over there.”

  “No, Dad. You’re right. I'm fine.”

  “Okay, baby girl. I'm going to go to sleep. My phone is on if you need me.”

  “Thanks, Dad. Love you,” I whisper, feeling like an idiot.

  “Love you too, baby girl.” He hangs up and I call everyone else I know who might have sent the flowers. No one did.

  Asher: Was it your dad???

  Me: He said no. I called around and no one else sent them.

  Less than a second later, I get a response.

  Asher: I'm calling Dad now.

  Me: I don’t think that’s necessary.