Alpha Suits: Suits & Shades

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  Alpha Suits: Suits & Shades © February 2015 by fallen kittie, Nicole Hite, M Dauphin, HQ Frost, Marilyn Faith, Mia Villano

  Just One Night © 2015 M Dauphin

  One Love to Obey © 2015 H.Q. Frost

  The First of Fifty: Shades of Longing “I’ll Remember You” © 2015 fallen kittie

  Keeper © 2015 Marilyn Faith

  The Applicant © 2015 Nicole Hite

  Mr. Andrews: Flying High with The Pilot © 2015 Mia Villano

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  Table of Contents

  Alpha Suits: Suits & Shades

  Just One Night

  One Love to Obey

  The First of Fifty: Shades of Longing

  Keeper

  The Applicant

  Mr. Andrews: Flying High with The Pilot

  Alpha Suits

  Suits & Shades

  Just One Night

  By M. Dauphin

  Just One Night Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 1

  Annaliese

  “Come on!” Gabby whines as she lays on my bed, throwing a pillow at me. I couldn’t decide on an outfit and she’d already been waiting for a half hour on my slow ass. Rob just broke up with me three days ago and as much as I’d love to find an easy lay, I really just want to stay here and curl up under the covers.

  “Just go on, Gab. I can meet you there.” I throw another fail outfit out of the closet, adding to the massive heap lying on the floor. Maybe my problem is that I really didn’t want to go tonight, but she’s leaving tomorrow for three months and begged and pleaded for me to go out with her to this birthday party our friend is having.

  “Nope, I know you. I’ll leave and you will end up bailing on me.” She shakes her head and grabs a book off my nightstand. She’s right, I’ve done it too many times before for her believe me anymore.

  I sigh and throw on a short red dress and black heels. I pull my hair up into a messy bun, straighten my bangs and add some mascara to my already lined eyes. Walking out of the closet to grab my clutch I hear her whistle and I smile.

  “Damnit girl...are you sure you don’t swing my way? We could skip tonight and stay here, have some fun?” She tries this every time I get dressed up. Gabby is the most sexual person I’ve ever met, and three years ago when we dormed together for the first time I was the biggest virgin ever. Needless to say it didn’t take long give that card up with her as my wing-man. Gab also makes sure everyone knows she doesn’t discriminate when it comes to sex. Men and women alike find their way to her bedroom, sometimes multiples at once. Doesn’t bother me a bit, but I want nothing to do with it.

  “Funny. Get up, if we are going we are leaving now. I have a final in the morning.” I huff and walk out of our tiny apartment in West Chicago. It isn’t in the best of areas, but we can afford it on our own without any help from our families, so it is perfect for us.

  Walking down the block the wind picks up, whipping my dress higher than it should be going in public. A few cars honk as we walk hand in hand down to the bar. Ella is having her birthday bash tonight, and this is the first stop. The party bus is already parked out front and all of the girls are huddled together to keep warm from the wind. It’s 70 degrees, but some of these girls are acting like it the arctic tundra. Stopping to pay our fee, Gabby goes first while I search my purse for my cash.

  “Shit.” I curse under my breath. “Gab, can you cover me?” I whine, realizing I forgot my money in my other purse. Shit!!

  “I can’t, babe. Only brought enough cash for cover...plastic for everything else.” She gives me an apologetic look. “I’ll walk back with you.”

  “No, don’t. Just stay here, I’ll be back soon.” I wave her off as I turn and continue digging through my purse to see if maybe I just missed it.

  Lesson one in walking alone in Chicago: Never search through your purse while wearing a red ‘fuck me’ dress walking the streets alone. As soon as I turn the corner my purse is grabbed from my hands and the suspect takes off down the street.

  “HEY!” I yell towards him, but he isn’t slowing and there is no way I am able to run after him in these heels. To make matters worse, as soon as I yell a hand comes around my arm and pulls me into the alley.

  “Don’t make a fucking sound.” The voice hisses. Son of a bitch, now would have been a good time to put to use those moves I learned on campus last year, but I can’t think straight. This can’t be happening to me, things like this don’t happen to girls like me!

  I try fighting free, but it’s useless. He is so much stronger than me, so much bigger than me. Within minutes he has the top of my dress ripped and is slobbering all over my neck. I scream and he slaps his hand over my mouth, making me smell the nasty sweat that collected on his palm.

  “I said don’t fucking make a sound.” He growls. His hands went lower and I close my eyes, pressing my legs together, trying to make it all go away.

  “HEY WHAT THE HELL MAN!” I feel his weight completely leave me and I sink to the ground, wrapping my arms around myself suddenly freezing cold. I close my eyes, afraid that if I open them he would be back for me. I need my phone, I need to call for help. I start to shake, willing myself to grow a pair and run home while my assailant was being beaten down by an unknown source. I don’t have to watch, but I can’t move either.

  A gentle hand rests on my arm and I flinch it away, my eyes flying open to the most beautiful pair of blue eyes I had ever seen.

  “Hey,” he whispers at me, “you okay?” His voice is soft, but has an edge to it. Like he is talking to a scared child.

  I nod my head, my voice still too shaky to talk.

  “Do you need an ambulance? Did he....was he...” he trails off, searching my face and body for an answer to an unspoken question.

  “No...” I whisper and hug my knees tighter.

  Beautiful mystery man lets out a breath and nods his head.

  “Good...that’s good. Listen, you need to get up. Can I call you a cab?” He tries helping me up but I’m not budging from this spot with him looking at me like he could devour me. I know what I just went through could have been very damaging, but right now the heat this man is bringing to parts of my body is m
aking me want to throw him against the wall and screw him senseless.

  “No, I’m fine. Thank you.” I am able to manage, but any more talking is not happening right now, as I feel tears threaten.

  “At least let me call you a cab.” He said, standing up running his hands through his dark brown hair.

  “I’m fine. Thank you.” I say again.

  “Fine. Have it your way.” He says, turning angry with me. Then he walks away.

  As fast as he was there, he was gone. Leaving behind nothing but the memory of his beautiful demeanor. The tussled hair, the blue eyes, the impeccable suit. Who was that guy, and holy hell what was that feeling he gave me with just one look?

  Chapter 2

  Adam

  The rest of the way to dinner I can’t get her out of my fucking mind. Hell, I should already be there, listening to my parents nag at me about Dianne, but I couldn’t just sit by in traffic and do nothing while she was manhandled by those thugs. Any woman would have deserved the same treatment from me. The minute her eyes locked on mine, though, I knew this wasn’t just any woman. Her clothes said ‘fuck me’ but her face...her face said ‘love me’. No woman’s face had ever showed me that before, and it pissed me off. My anger was quickly heightened when she refused help. Sure, she thanked me, but she should have accepted the cab willingly. Instead, I had to pay a cabbie to keep an eye out for her, then pay him a shit ton of money to hopefully cover her fair home since she didn’t have a wallet anymore.

  Arriving to the restaurant a half hour late, I toss my keys to the valet and walk inside. I was late, but I don’t give a fuck. I can’t wait for this dinner to be over with, and it hadn’t even started yet. I knew the entire thing was going to be about Dianne and how she ripped my heart out, poor poor Adam. Dianne didn’t rip my heart out, she fucking shattered it. It had been well over a year since that night, though, so I was past it. Unfortunately, every time I saw my parents they remind me that they had not yet moved past it.

  “Adam, dear, we were getting worried.” My mother, always the proper one, announces as I walk to the table.

  “Sorry to keep you waiting mother.” I say as I gently kiss each cheek, nodding to my father before taking my seat.

  “Your mother almost called out the National Guard on you, son.” My father grumbles, sipping his wine.

  “Not true, Alexander, I was simply worried something might have happened.” She fussed at him. My parents could bicker all night if I would let them, but I really don’t feel like listening to it tonight.

  “Well, I’m here now. Let’s get dinner on its way, I’m starving and have a meeting to make later.” Opening the menu, I ignore the stare my mother is giving me for being so rude to her.

  As we eat I receive a verbal lashing for not calling my Nana enough, something that my mother thinks needs to happen every fucking day. I am informed that my sister has been accepted in to Pre-Med at Harvard, and my father updates me on his ulcers. Typical dinner with the parents. Then it starts.

  “Adam, have you spoken to Dianne lately?” My mother croons.

  “You know that answer, mother.” I growl into my whiskey.

  “I just wasn’t sure how you two were doing.” She sighs. She always liked Dianne, even after she shattered my world. It was pathetic really.

  “Mother, we own the company. Of course I am going to talk to her, she’s my fucking business partner.” Mother gasps at my language and I feel a twinge of guilt, but not enough to apologize.

  “Well, you don’t need to be so mean Adam.” She huffs.

  “Miranda I think it’s time we head back to the house.” My father sighs and finishes off his drink. He knows me all too well, and he knows if this conversation were to go any further it wouldn’t end well.

  “I’ll walk you out.” I stand and nod at the waiter to charge the bill to my account.

  Walking out the door I notice a bus pull up out front and shake my head. Fucking party busses, ruining the scenery of one of the most prestigious restaurants in Chicago. I give the valet my number and as he goes for my vehicle I watch the party bus doors open and a slew of inebriated women flow off of it. All pretty, none my style. I laugh to myself that I am even entertaining the idea of taking one home. Hell, they couldn’t be more than twenty five years old.

  “Look at that would you?” My mother bitches. She does this a lot. “Such a waste, those girls. Such a waste.” She shakes her head and gives me a gentle hug goodbye as their car arrives for them. As they duck into the back seat my father gives me a brief nod, then slams the door. I let out a sigh of relief that dinner was over, ready to head back into work to finish up some business before tomorrow’s interview.

  I see valet pull my car up behind the bus, but with traffic they aren’t able to pull in correctly. I curse under my breath as this teenager attempts to maneuver my Aston Martin DB9, and physically cringe when he continues to scoot closer to the bus. I sigh, taking matters into my own hands.

  Walking up to the bus, I knock on the door, angered that an empty bus is taking up this much fucking room. The door opens and I immediately hear why they haven’t moved yet. Yelling doesn’t even cover the noise coming from inside. Jesus drunk women can be annoying.

  “Hey!” I try to yell into the bus. Nothing.

  “Would you move your fucking bus!?” Taking it upon myself to enter, I step up and inside the bus and freeze, as do the two women currently in a heated fight. Laughing, I shake my head.

  “You have got to be kidding me.” I mumble, as I stare at the woman from the alley, currently in a battle with a dark haired girl about a foot shorter than her.

  Her eyes grow huge as she realizes who I am, but the shock wears off quickly and is soon replaced by the best fucking smile I’ve ever laid eyes on. She changed her clothes, but even the blue skirt and black top she now adorned fit her perfectly. Those eyes are what had me, though. Even earlier, her eyes told me a story she wasn’t willing to speak. Fuck, those legs. Her tits were about to blow out of her top, and I was confident there were no undergarments covering her best parts. I try my hardest to adjust myself now my dick was starting to have a mind of its own, but she caught it and looks down biting her lip. Shit.

  “What the fuck!? Get out!” The other woman yells at me and throws a cup at me. Alley girl just stands there, smiling at me.

  “You know what, Gab? I’ve found my fucking ride home. Thanks. Enjoy the night with these bitches.” She pats her friend on the back sarcastically and I laugh. I laugh, that is, until I realized what she was saying.

  “Wait me? You think I’m going to take you home?” Oh, I like the sound of that. The things I could do to her. That body wrapped around me, those eyes staring up at me as I glided into her beautiful fucking mouth.

  She raises her eyebrows and shrugged. Fucking adorable. Fuck this girl.

  “Problem?” The attitude and confidence flowing from her was a complete three-sixty from the girl I met earlier tonight. Good Lord I can’t fucking wait to get inside of her. No woman ever stood up to me like that.

  “Not at all, lead the way.”

  Chapter 3

  Annaliese

  Tonight couldn’t have sucked more. After that idiot took my purse and the other one damn near had his way with me, I couldn’t get the man from the alley out of my thoughts. I think he paid for a cabbie to watch for me, and though it pissed me off it also made me smile. A true gentleman. Too bad I wasn’t in any shape for a true gentleman right now.

  Getting home, my neighbor Trystan was able to let me into our apartment so I could change. He also let me borrow his phone for the night thank God. I messaged Gabby and lied to her about taking so long. No need for her to worry. Really, I just want to stay home but Gab would be pissed if I ditched this. I was shaken up still and couldn’t pair another outfit for the life of me. Choosing the outfit I wore out last weekend, I slipped it on, fixed my makeup, and headed back out, this time paying attention to everything around me. Assholes live in this city, I’d hate
to get hit multiple times by them in one night.

  It wasn’t hard to find the party bus once Gab told me the area they were in. Mostly because a massive bus traveling down the streets of Chicago, stopping at every bar along the way wasn’t the best way to make friends. I text her as soon as I saw it and join them, feigning happiness for the birthday girl, all the while keeping an eye over my shoulder for the men from earlier. I can’t shake the feeling someone was still watching me.

  About five bars later I most definitely have a good buzz going. It seems ‘shots all around!’ is the token phrase for the evening, and I am starting to feel them. After the sixth bar I’m done. All I want to do is get home to sleep before my final tomorrow. The majority of the girls in the party are assholes and I can’t listen to them bitching about their parents cutting them off much longer. Grow up already.

  “Gab, I need to go. I’m exhausted. I have school in the morning.” I did my best forming my words, but I’m pretty sure they came out garbled anyway.

  The thing about Gabby was that when she got really drunk, she also got really defensive.

  “Fuck that. We are having fun, don’t ditch me now bitch.” She shrugs me off and walks away to leave the bus with the rest of the group. I think they are finally stopping to eat, but I don’t care. Things were starting to blur around me and I was having a hard time staying upright. It is definitely time for me to go home.

  “GAB!” I yell after her, not budging from my spot until she lets me leave without a fight. Unlikely, but I always try.

  “I’m going home!” I yell at her, pissed that she can blow me off that easily.

  “I’m not taking you, Annie!” She knows I hate that nickname and only throws it at me when she is drunk.

  When the bus door opens and the man walks up the steps, I freeze, but Gab keeps on yelling at me. I notice him the minute his eyes find mine. Shit that’s him, the man from the alley, and he doesn’t look happy. God, those eyes again. And those lips. I could spend all night sucking those. Oh my GOD that suit. Charcoal grey vest with a crisp white shirt underneath, jacked draped over his arm. His sleeves were rolled up his arm, showing a full sleeve of tattoos on his left arm. Bloody hell this guy is walking sex and he is staring at me like I am his next conquest. I may be drunk, but I most definitely still know when a guy finds me attractive, and the bulge in his pants is not hiding anything.