Deal with the Billonaire Alpha

Steering my car toward the huge brown gates, I blast the horn to announce my presence and wait. In the few seconds it takes for the gate to unravel I appraise myself in the rearview mirror and adjust the brown strands that fall over my face from the wind as I drive. As expected it didn't take up to a minute for me to be granted entry and so I let go of the brakes and drove into the vast compound which housed a beautiful house. It's a state-of-the-art storey building structured in an L shape with the floor above comprising only glass. On my first day here I thought it was a show house only to discover later on that it was indeed his residence. Nicholas Damien Lazarus, 32, handsome, tall, attractive, intelligent and stinking rich is an architect who has made a name for himself outside his aristocratic family. The Lazarus were known to be from old money and owned most of the properties here in Los Angeles. I know you must be wondering why I was in the house of such a renowned man, wel

Thumb stuck in my lips, I nip at my nail as I pace across the perimeter of my living room in lounge yellow shorts and a black tank top. The coolness of the white tiles meet my feet with each step as my brain strives to process the events of earlier.I just arrived my apartment which is situated on the outskirts of LA half an hour ago and since then I haven't sat down to rest as the thoughts swirl around in my head.The sound of utensils from the kitchen to my right reminds me Josh's presence. My bestfriend had showed up a week ago at my apartment with a bag and when I asked what he was doing his answer was simply that he was bored out of his mind at home.Josh is a cheerful person and fun to hang with however he comes off as a loner as he finds no reason to start up conversations with strangers or make friends, making me his only friend as he was my only friend.We lived together for 3 years before his girlfriend at the time insisted she wanted privacy. It wasn't a big deal for me thu

Hands on hips, my hair packed in a knot stop my head, I watch the men Nicholas sent move my luggage downstairs. The clock on my blue painted room wall read 11:45 AM.“Hey hey, careful.” I rush toward my bedside table in black biker shorts and a loose-fitting red t-shirt. I quickly grab the antique lamp gifted to me by my grandma from one of the men as he is about to drop it roughly into the large box. “That's precious.”“Sorry Luna,” the curly haired man bows in apology as I cradle the object in my arms and brush an invisible spec of dust away.“Don’t sweat it,” I waved him off with a smile and walked barefooted on the black furry rug. I try my best not to fall as I side-step two other men who are also busy packing any object that seems valuable to me and of course my cookbooks from the shelf on the right wall of the room.“I can't believe I'm doing this,” I mutter to no one in particular as I return to my position on the door and observe the life leave my room as any belonging of min

I remain mute for the rest of the drive hence the constant circles on my skin renders my brain useless to the point of not being able to form words. I try to speak as we pass the entrance of the Lazarus estate but no sound leaves my lips.My silent question is answered as we zoom past the large walls to another gated land, this one 10 times smaller than the estate however, it is 3 times larger than most mansion compounds.He honks at the tall black metal gates and it takes mere seconds for the object to slide to the left, giving space for the vehicle to enter. Steering inward, my mouth games in awe as the first thing my eyes meet is a water fountain that sits at the centre of the vast compound.I spot the van that contains my belongings parked in front of a two story striking edifice, the same men of earlier offloading the objects. Two tall and well crafted white pillars standing strong and imposing as the house is built in the most modern state of the art architectural design.Floor

The rest of Lunch is spent with the two grown men throwing insults at themselves while we the ladies laugh to our heart's content, sometimes choking and spurting out food crumbles.A smile remains on my face as warmth creeps into my bones as I watch the homely eating environment. Something churches at my heart but I brush it off as a result of experiencing such a scene for the first time. Being an orphan and growing up without a family does that to you.Half the time my eyes are trained on Nicholas who has a carefree expression on his features during the meal. His behavior is a total contrast to the Nicholas in the city whom I've heard and caught a glimpse of.Truth is, if I hadn't come all the way with him, I would think he had some twin and the person on my left was not him. “Jazreal and I will be heading down to the study,” Nicholas announces, rising, his chair screeching backward and plate left with tiny crumbles. “Jazreal you done?”“Yes yes,” he mumbles, the last spoonful of fo