The Alpha & The Stripper (BWWM) CANCELED

Chapter 5: Wet Dreams & Kisses

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I get out the cab looking up at the skyscraper in front of me. It's been damn near a week since I've last seen blue eyes. I hate to admit it but I miss the damn stranger. How fucking crazy is that? Really crazy seeing how I've decided to use my day off to come down to his office to confront him. Over the last week I've waken up to drenched panties and sexual frustration. I'm fucking twenty-four which means I'm too damn old to be having wet dreams like a damn horny teenager. It's all that white chocolate man's fault. I never thought I'd feel so dirty stripping but lately it makes me want to crawl in a hole and die. I hate him for doing this to me! I was fine and happy until he came along fucking up the life I made for myself. Nobody will understand what's it like to have a complete stranger control all of your thoughts. It's beyond fucking annoying. I feel like I'm going insane, luckily I've came prepared for this man today. I have done my own research on Matthew Harris. I thought it was only fair that I know something about the guy who knows everything about me. To say I was surprised would be the fucking understatement of the century. I mean I knew he had money but to realize that he owns a multimillion dollar company and he's worth millions himself was just beyond shocking. No wonder he didn't bat a fucking eyelash when King kept charging him more for me. I walk up to the front desk of the nicely decorated lobby to see a petite red head sitting there.

"Hi, I was hoping to speak to Mr. Matthew Harris" I say nicely.

She looks up at me before rolling her eyes. "Do you have an appointment?"

"No, but-"

"Then you can't speak to him."

I take a deep breath asking the Lord for the strength not to hurt this fucking bimbo. I can be classy but the hood raised me first. I calmly walk away from the desk I'm not trying to cause a scene in this place. I'm more of a lady than that. I walk to the elevators since she doesn't want to help me I'll help my damn self. She yells out for security, I guess she didn't get the no scene memo. Bitches are just beyond annoying. Two big buff guys go to grab me but I quickly slap their hands away. Blue eyes will be the only man manhandling me. That thought alone show me how fucked up blue eyes got me.

"Whoa, what's going on here?" someone asks coming over to me.

Damn, what is in the water here? This guy is a damn replica of blue eyes. He has sun kissed skin, dark brown hair cut into a fade spiked up at the front, and looks to stand about six two. Only thing that differentiates the two is that this guy has brown eyes.

"She has no appointment sir" the red head says snapping me from my gaze.

"She's with me" he says before holding out his hand.

I smirk at the bitch before taking his hand. He leads me to the elevators after nodding to the guys. "Thanks for that."

"Anything for a pretty face like yours" he says with a grin.

I laugh, "thanks."

"The names Marc, who are you actually here to see?"

"The boss."

"You're not going to tell me your name?"

"No, you didn't ask."

He chuckles, "what's your name sweetheart?"

"Jade."

The elevator dings letting us know we have reached our floor and as soon as we step off blue eyes is standing there. He looks up from his phone to see me and Marc standing there. His eyes automatically zoom in on our still connected hands that I long forgot about. Upon his glare I quickly let go of the hand making Marc chuckle. Blue eyes quickly pulls my arm and proceeds to pull me down the hall. Here he goes with this manhandling me shit. He's lucky he constantly looks and smells good. Marc yells you're welcome loudly and I'm sure he's talking to blue eyes. He's pulling me so quickly that I can't even observe this place. He pushes open a door swinging me inside like a rag doll before shutting and locking the door. Why does he look so damn good? Even though he's pissed he looks like he just stepped out of a magazine. Dressed in a perfectly tailored grey suit with black loafers. He runs a hand through his perfect hair while letting out a sigh. Just being around him makes me wet. Hold the fuck up, I'm the only one that should be mad. He's ruining my otherwise perfect life.