My Lord and Alpha

4th Avenue, Nashvi

e side on her left shoulder, she adjusted the helm

fty cloud of cigarette smoke wafted through the air, rushing into her nostrils. She barel

the place lo

im, you will know. He always stand

hrough all the smoke, peering at the tables

er

ssed in an expensive suit that looked to be customized and perfect

bout six feet five inches tall. A great height diffe

apered down into black leather shoes. His face was a sculptor's dream. Broad chin with high cheekbones, a flawless straight nose, full lips, and eye

e the hollow-eyed, haggard-looking men littered around this bar. While

h a tall glass of untouc

kept adjusting the length of her skirt. Bernice was the one who ha

him and held out her hand "Sorry for

the handshake, he

ward "You are Mr. Wayne Wyatt? Correc

stared back at her

waiting long?" She asked, unsure

her, ignoring her

ck "It's me Candice, y

prise crossed his face as he gave her an ounce-

w-cut V of her top, showing off her boobs, all the wa

ed as her confide

e looking at her from head to toe, searching her, disapprovin

he been e

ment. She was beginning to wonder if she ha

cts, told her that men easily complied with women w

ue to play by the book girl, yo

you to sleep with the clients, just play along wi

ike deals. However, it had already been two years working at the re

He outrightly told her to prepare her resignation let

ce, her best friend and colleague had jumped at it, rapidly securin

job, her life was practically over. Right now, she was barely managing to pay her rent fr

en it came to survival. She was willing to give it a

sted, to catch his fancy so h

watched her skirt ride up her thighs, e

im what he liked, get on his good side,

tabletop, ensuring he got a good view of it, before straightening up to gulp down the entire glass of beer. She wi

er in astonishment "Why did you dri

l the confidence in the world to pull this off. This was her fir

asked, a hint of co

ther noisy and too dark to have a serious conversation. I have better choices in mind," she suggested, as

t would've been

re seemed to be calculating, as if he was trying to make a deci

sked. A dubious glint entered his e

nd she wondered who had picked the location. Bernice had told her that

s more personally," she explained as a

Even though she rarely drank alcohol, surely onl

ntently. Candice clutched her handbag close to her,

won't regret this?

o regret about?

aid, rising

bbled on her feet "Whoa, t

he asked, coming over to put a supporti

m with an invisible force. Time seemed to stop, a

ed into her from the feel of his warm finge

woven with his dreadlocks, the natural glow of his skin that looked like it was sun-kissed

oastal seas, blossoming fl

she felt her eyelids grow heavy with dar