Alphas on Top

by Harper Sloan

  Bonus Drake POV:

  The Dress

  As I walked away from the guest house, I knew I'd do whatever it took to make sure Alexa came to the party tonight. I'd already fucked up badly enough by waiting to make a move, jumping to conclusions about her and Jackson, and then being an ass to her. Repeatedly.

  So I was going to grab the opportunity I’d been given this weekend to make her mine, and I was going to do it fast. I needed to wrap this shit up tight with her because there was no way in hell I was going to let more time pass. The first thing I needed to do was make sure she couldn’t use the lame ‘I don’t have anything to wear’ excuse to get out of tonight. And I knew exactly what I wanted to see her in and who could help me get this thing done.

  “Hey,” my little sister Drea said, answering the phone. “Are you almost here? Mom is super excited that you decided to come home this weekend for her party.”

  “Yeah, I’m here already, but I need your help with something.”

  “Ohmigod! You do?” she shrieked. “You never ask me for help with anything. Like ever.”

  I pulled the phone away from my ear at her response. “And you wonder why,” I mumbled.

  “Haha, funny. So what do you need?” she asked.

  “A dress. And shoes. And I need it before tonight.”

  I heard her giggle in my ear. “Ummmmm, is there something you forgot to share with me? Like you’ve taken up cross-dressing or something?” she teased.

  “It’s for a girl,” I muttered, knowing she was going to go crazy over this information.

  “A girl? What girl? You haven’t mentioned meeting anyone to me!”

  “Her name’s Alexa. She’s staying in the guest house, but she doesn’t have anything to wear to Mom’s party. So I’m going to fix the problem for her. That’s all,” I explained.

  “Uh-huh. Why do I get the feeling you aren’t telling me the whole story?” she complained.

  “Because you don’t need to know anything else, brat. Now are you going to help me out or not?”

  “Of course I’m going to help, silly. Have her come up to the house and she can take her pick from my closet and Mom’s. I’m sure one of us is bound to have something she can borrow,” Drea offered.

  “No, it can’t be just any dress and shoes. I know exactly what I want her to wear,” I argued.

  Drea took a deep breath before answering. “There’s a girl here, staying in the guest house, who you want to come to Mom’s birthday party wearing clothes you’ve picked out?”

  When she put it like that, it sounded pretty crazy. But the truth was the truth any way you put it. “Yeah, that sounds about right. Except she can’t know that I’ve bought her this shit. No way in hell would she accept it if she knew the truth.”

  I could practically hear the wheels spinning in her head as my sister processed everything I had just told her. “No problem at all. Pick me up in five minutes. We’ll run into town so you can grab what you need and then switch the dress out into one of the dry cleaner’s bags in my closet.”

  “And the shoes?” I asked.

  “That’s super easy. I’ll just scuff up the bottoms a bit on the sidewalk so it looks like they’ve been worn. She’ll never know the difference. But you’ll owe me big time.”

  I chuckled. “I will, huh? I’m pretty sure I’ve got some markers due to me for helping you out of jams all these years, Drea.”

  “That’s true, but if you want me to keep this a secret from your mystery girl, then you’d better tell me at least a little bit about her. Or else I’m gonna spill the beans.”

  I sighed deeply, not sure how to put my feelings into words. “I don’t know what to say except that I haven’t been able to get her out of my head ever since I saw her on campus a couple weeks ago. Shit, Drea. There’s just something about her that’s different.”

  “Well, that’s enough for me. I’ve never seen you so flustered over a girl before. I can’t wait to meet her.”

  “Meet me out front at my car. And you better hope she likes the dress and shoes, because she hasn’t been too impressed with me so far,” I warned Drea.

  Bonus Drake POV:

  The Fight

  “Get your ass back here!” I roared as Alexa escaped out the door. Jackson pushed me back so I couldn’t get past him as she raced out of the house. “Back the hell off, Jackson.”

  “No way, dude,” he answered.

  I pushed him back, knowing that if I was fast enough I could still catch her before she got too far. “Get the hell out of my way. Now.”

  “You aren’t getting past me until I know that Alexa is gone. I may not know what the hell happened here, but I damn well can be sure that I do what she asked of me,” he swore.

  “This is none of your goddamn business Jackson,” I argued as I tried to slide past him.

  He pushed me back, blocking me from the door again. “You made it my business when you made her cry and she told me she needed to get out of here.”

  “She’s got some explaining to do. I’m not the one who fucked up here. She is. You may think she’s all innocent and shit, but that’s not what I’m hearing, and I deserve to know what the hell is going on. So move. Now!” I demanded.

  Jackson’s eyes burned darkly as I accused Alexa of not being innocent. Before I knew what was happening, his fist slammed into my face and I flew backwards onto my ass. While we wrestled on the floor, I was trying to get away from Jackson because my fight wasn’t really with him. It was with Alexa. He finally settled down when he realized I wasn’t going to hit back. We sat on the floor, breathing heavily and staring at each other for a moment before he spoke.

  “That’s fucking bullshit. You know her better than that.”

  He was right. I did know her better than that. Fuck. I had royally screwed shit up her by flinging accusations at her instead of just talking to her about my dad’s call. As I sat there, quietly thinking about what a mess this was, Jackson’s hands dropped to his side. I had my opening to get away and took it, racing for the door. My hope was that I could still catch Alexa at her dorm. I could hear Jackson yelling behind me, but it didn’t matter. I just needed to get to her. Too bad I was too late. By the time I got there, she was gone. I didn’t care how long I had to wait though. I was going to be here when she came back.

  I sat brooding in my car, waiting outside her dorm all day and night. I’d left countless voicemail messages and sent her many text messages. But I’d received radio silence from her in return. My dad had tried calling a few times, but I didn’t want to talk to him yet. Not until I fixed this mess and knew what I was going to say.

  Come morning, Jackson tapped on my passenger’s side window before he opened the door and hopped in with me. I glared at him, still pissed off that he’d stopped me from being able to reach her in time.

  “You ready to tell me what the hell happened yesterday?” he asked.

  “If I do, are you going to tell me where the hell my girlfriend is?” I snapped back.

  “I would if I could, but my sister turned off both of their phones before I could find out where they were going.”

  “Fuck!” I swore, running my hands through my hair. “She’s with Aubrey? And you have no idea where they could be?”

  “Nope,” he answered, not sounding particularly bothered by the fact that neither of us knew how to find the girls. “So why don’t you explain what’s going on and we’ll see if I’m willing to help you figure out where they went.”

  When I told him about my dad’s call, my text to Alexa, and our fight, the motherfucker had the nerve to laugh in my face.

  “What the hell, Jackson? There isn’t anything funny about this. It’s a clusterfuck.”

  “Dude, have you ever asked Alexa about the flights she does?”

  “What do you mean?” I asked, confused at the connection between her piloting for her dad and the rumor that had gotten back to my dad.

  “Fuck. I can’t believe I’m going to be the one to tell you
about this,” he grumbled before turning in his seat to look at me. “She does mile high club flights, man. People pay her good money to go up in her plane so they can join the club.”

  “She does what?” I asked, unable to believe what I was hearing.

  “It sounds worse than it really is. She doesn’t see anything ‘cause they’re in the back of the plane. She doesn’t even hear anything because she wears headphones the whole time. But the money is good. Damn good.”

  “How the hell would my dad have heard about this before me?” I wondered aloud.

  “I don’t know, man. She doesn’t talk about it very much. Alexa’s a pretty shy person, and she gets kinda embarrassed about it.”

  My mind was blown. I was irritated to learn that there was something big in Alexa’s life that she’d shared with Jackson but not me. And I was pissed that something so simple had caused a huge misunderstanding. I grabbed my phone to call my dad.

  “Drake, thank God you finally called me back.”

  “Hey, Dad—”

  He interrupted me before I could say anything else. “I’ve been trying to get ahold of you all day and night. I figured out the basis for the rumor your mom heard. Your reaction didn’t sit well with me, so I did a little digging on my own and found a link on her dad’s website to some flights that could explain it all. For something brilliant, marketing-wise.”

  I chuckled darkly, realizing that, if I had waited an hour, I never would have gotten into this fight with Alexa. “Yeah, Dad. Jackson just told me about them. I had no idea. And if I didn’t even know, how the hell did you hear about it?”

  “Well, son, that’s the other reason I’ve been trying to reach you. Your mom found out that I’d talked to you and freaked out a bit because it finally dawned on her that Sasha was the source of the information. She figured that maybe this was exactly what she wanted—your mom to talk to me, me to talk to you, and then you and Alexa to break up. You know that Sasha has always had a bit of a crush on you, and she’s always been pretty spoiled. Thinks she deserves whatever she wants. I’m just sorry I played right into her hands on this one.”

  “No, Dad. This isn’t your fault. It’s mine. I should’ve held off before reacting, but I let my temper get the better of me. But don’t worry. I am going to make this right with Alexa,” I swore.

  “Good luck, son. Let me know if there’s anything we can do to help,” my dad said before disconnecting the call.

  Jackson had been listening into our conversation the whole time. “Sasha was behind the whole thing?” he asked.

  “Yup. Sounds like it,” I murmured, still stunned that something so small had blown up into a fight this big. I hadn’t seen or spoken with Alexa in twenty-four hours already.

  “That bitch,” he muttered. “You focus on Alexa and I’ll make sure Sasha understands that she better stay away from now on.”

  I looked across at him, amazed that he was willing to help me out with Alexa. I knew what he felt for her. It was impossible to miss, even though we had never talked about it. And I sure as shit wasn’t going to say anything now.

  “Thanks, man.”

  “No worries, dude. I’ll try to get ahold of my sister. I’m not sure how easy that will be if she’s in mother hen mode though. She can be crazy protective of Alexa, but I’ll put in a good word for you,” he said as he got out of the car.

  I watched him walk away, and the next twenty-four hours went by in a blur until my phone finally rang and it was her.

  Broken

  Copyright © 2014 K. Webster

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  Grandmother, you encouraged my love for reading very early on in my life and I will forever be grateful for you showing me how to escape a terrible world and dive in to a wonderful one without ever having to leave my seat.

  5 months earlier…

  We were dead. Not a soul had walked into the café for the last two hours, which was completely insane for New York City. The Taylor Swift concert in Central Park had completely stolen away all of our patrons. Bored to tears, I scrolled through my phone, looking at pictures of me and Brayden.

  Brayden was the love of my life. We met our first year at Columbia in Freshman Comp. His messy blond hair and crystal blue eyes had captivated me from the moment he sat down beside me. We had started out as friends but quickly morphed into lovers. He stole my breath every time I saw him. Even to this day.

  Bray was at Columbia on a baseball scholarship, studying Architecture like me. Now that graduation was just two weeks away, we’d be able to start focusing on the rest of our lives. A few months ago, on Valentine’s Day, he proposed to me in Central Park. It was terribly cliché and romantic. Of course now, instead of focusing on finals, I could only think of my upcoming wedding and becoming the future Mrs. Brayden Greene.

  I stopped on a recent picture of us after a baseball game. We were so happy, smiling back in the photo. The All-American couple. I thought this picture would be the perfect one for our engagement announcement that was going to go in the newspaper soon.

  Dragging me out of my daydreaming, my boss Jeanie hollered at me. “Honey, you might as well go home. I can’t afford for us to be this slow and pay you to drool over your fiancé. Think of it as your engagement present. Your one and only day to ever get out early. You can thank Taylor Swift.”

  Completely excited over the news because I never got to leave early, I ran over and pulled the gruff woman into a hug. “Thank you, Jeanie!” I exclaimed. Pushing me away with a grunt, she said, “Well, go before I change my mind, little lady. And don’t get any ideas about this happening again.” Thank you, Taylor Swift.

  Bray and I hardly ever got to spend evenings together because of my job at the café and his playing baseball. This evening I was going to surprise him. Give him a taste of what a good wife I could be. He was going to love what I planned on doing to him once I got hold of his sexy body.

  Practically skipping the two blocks to my dorm, I rushed into my room and changed out of my uniform. I put on my new black lingerie that I’d been dying to show him and stopped to admire myself in the mirror. Heels. I needed heels to complete the look. Just as I slipped them on, the door flung open, revealing my roommate Pepper.

  “What the hell, Andi!” she screeched covering her eyes as she made a beeline to her desk.

  “I got out of work early and I’m going to surprise Bray,” I told her, smiling. Even with her back to me, I could tell she was rolling her eyes. Pepper was an adorable girl, but she hid behind her glasses, Columbia sweatshirts, and messy buns. She was one of the most intelligent people I had ever met.

  Having been placed together as dorm mates, we instantly became the best of friends. I was the sweet, innocent girl in love with a baseball player. She was the Victoria’s Secret model dressed as a nerd with a little—okay, a lot—of attitude. We came from different worlds and liked different things but meshed incredibly well.

  “Are you going to prance on over to his room dressed like a hooker?” she asked in her sardonic tone.

  Now it was my turn to roll my eyes. “No way! I’m going to wear my coat. He won’t know what hit him,” I laughed. She tried to sound annoyed with me, but Pepper was in no way immune to m
y happy-girl charms and let out a chuckle.

  Wrapping up in my jacket, I blew her a kiss as I walked out the door. Bray wouldn’t be expecting me for few more hours so he was going to be shocked when he saw me. He told me he’d be studying for finals in his room while I was working, so I knew he’d be there. And if his roommate Josh was there, I was going to tell him to get lost. I missed Bray and I wanted to have some hot sex with my fiancé. Fiancé. I still couldn’t get used to the idea.

  When I got to his room, I quietly opened it, wanting to surprise him. Realizing that the lights were off and that he might be napping, I decided I was going to hop into bed with him and really surprise my man. That was until I heard the moan. What in the world is he doing over there?

  Hesitantly, I fumbled for the switch. My eyes froze in horror at the scene before me. A naked girl—with really big boobs—was bouncing on MY naked Brayden. What? I was having trouble processing how a naked girl was with MY fiancé.

  Everything went in slow motion at that point. The girl jumped up, scrambling for clothes. Brayden asked me what I was doing there while covering himself with the blanket. I was backing out of the room, tears wickedly streaming. He called after me as I ran away. The man had effectively smashed my heart to pieces.

  The trip back to my room was a blur. Once I burst through our door, I met Pepper’s eyes. She instantly held her arms open to me, and I ran into them.

  “Brayden is a bastard,” she whispered, stroking my hair, knowing without words what had happened. My life was ruined. This happy girl would no longer ever be happy.

  A dark two weeks…

  I can’t breathe. My heart actually physically hurts. How is this even possible? I thought they were joking when they talked about broken hearts.

  But they weren’t lying. This shit hurt! How will I make it without him? I love him. But he ruined everything when he slept with that bitch. God, I hate him. I miss him.