The Alpha's Secret

7: You're Not My Dad

It's been a couple of days. Well, more than that. It's almost been a week since I've seen him. I don't know why it's affecting me so much, I had only known him for 2 days. Now suddenly he's gone and I feel dead inside again.

Why am I stressing over someone I don't even know? This is what happens when you're lonely. The first hot guy that talks to you, you attach yourself and eventually he lets go. I'm pathetic.

I shake my head as I open the door to Starbucks again for the third time this week. I really need to invest in my own coffee machine. But I don't. I use this place as an excuse to get out of the house. To see real people. To maybe see him again. So fucking pathetic.

The barista calls me up. I recognize her as the girl I've been seeing all 3 days in a row. "Your usual?" She asks in a chirpy voice.

"Of course." I smile politely at her. It's not her fault he's not here. It's mine. I need to let go.

It doesn't take very long for them to whip up my French vanilla. I grab my sugar and milk on the way out, making sure to turn around one last time. Nope. Let's just get this day over with.

I get to work at 9am. Perfectly on time. I get myself situated and work on the papers I was working on yesterday. Time flys by because before I know it, Fatima is leaving and replacing her is Josh. Thank God.

"Joshua! You're here!" I greet him sarcastically.

"I'm glad you're happy to see me," he says while taking a seat. "A lot of people get excited when they see me." I think he's done but he adds in, "in more ways than one."

"As if," I scoff. "Like anyone gets excited to see you in the first way."

"You'll be surprised. Ask Fatim-"

I send him a side glare while still filling out forms. "You've got to be kidding me."

"I'm not." He shrugs. "She's actually really hot."

"Isn't there a law saying that you can't have sex with co workers or something?"

"Oh trust me. We didn't have sex, we fucked. Hard. Speaking of laws, last night I was cops and she was ro-"

"No, no, no, no." I glare at him. "I'm disgusted and disturbed. Just stop."

"She wasn't saying that when I-"

Thankfully someone rushes to the counter in need of help.

"She broke her water!" The girl says hyperventilating. Her long brunette hair sticks to her forehead. She must be really stressed out. There's no need.

"Help!" The girl she's with says. I'm assuming she's the one pregnant.

"It's okay, everything will be fine. How long ago did you break your water?" I ask calmly.

"Like 30 minutes ago," the pregnant one says. 

I go into my cabinet searching through all the forms. "Here, take this and fill it out for her. I'll call someone to help get the pregnant one changed." I laugh a bit.

Then I turn to the pregnant one, "try not to stress to much, it's not good for the baby. There's no need to worry or rush, you won't go into labor until a few hours." I see her let out a breath. I quickly send out a message to one of the departments to bring a nurse and a hospital gown.

"So where's the lucky man?" I ask trying to make small talk. I give them a small smile.

"I'm right here," says the woman with brunette hair. "We're gay."