Deal with the Billionaire Alpha

wait. In the few seconds it takes for the gate to unravel I appraise myself in the rearv

e granted entry and so I let go of the brakes and driv

floor above comprising of only glass. On my first day here I thought it

is an architect who has made a name for himself outside his aristocratic family. The Laz

enowned man, well Nicholas and I have a simple agreement. He ne

on and unhook my seatbelt. Stretching over to the passenger side, I retrieve my

for any hanging leaf from the burger I rush to gulp down before driving o

my black trainers meet the concrete. Hair swishing with the light morning bre

black suits and slacks with a white shirt underneath and blank expressions. There'

our skin crawl but enough to

He was one of the bodyguards but appeared to be of a higher rank than the rest hence was the only one

He always seems to stutter each time we meet which I find odd henc

erfectly carved brow and observe him try to compose himse

istake and lets out a groan, brown eyes downcast,

m and shake my head. "And for the

conversation is over and kick the mahogany door open with my fee

to take in the interior. Despite my frequent visits to his house in t

long blue couch that faces a very wide-screen TV to my right. The tiles are a brown hue an

he second was of the head of a howling wolf, the third a full moon, and

r glass table in the center of the room and other side tables. The white walls

alled by the man of the house. Speaking of, I haven't caught sight of him in like two weeks, the

ing I should be in the kitchen and cooking already. Hoisting the bags that seem to slack

the groceries. What I plan to prepare is Chinese rice i

. At the age of 20, I got a scholarship to culinary school after winning a cooking compe

up nicely. After Grandma's passing when I was 19, I was left a

, Josh. He is a nice guy and we are the same age. We met in elementary

participate in the cooking competition, he even went as f

e it, I aced the competition and got the scholarship. H

s last resort if none of us gets married at the age of thirty. It seems w

e thought it best to drag me to a party last night as o

y breath and turn on the faucet to rinse the utensils

ing, and tasting. In no time the kitchen is filled with

, I was stuck in the kitchen. I always love experimenting with food, tasting

rned off the cooker. Placing it in its rightful position, I check the wat

pops up and begin shuffling around the kitchen to retrieve t

first one in and set the timer as I started to tidy up. Before I'm do

usted. Checking the timer on the oven to see if I have some time till

my muscles relax. It takes only a minute for exha

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the noise happens to grow louder with each passing second. In a bid to muffl

d and frowned, more so as the beep

tant as the realization set in. "What the" I get cut o

en clouds my vision. Coughing and now fully awake I hurry and unplug

er blew up Nicholas's masterpiece of a hou

e and freeze the next second as

he watch on my wrist reads 2:47 PM. "Ok