Thirty Days With The Alpha

Chapter Three

Cleo POV:

After feeling like Valenzano and I were the only two people in the limo, we arrive at a huge castle. It reminds me of the castle in the cartoon show, “The Gargoyles’. The men hopped out and helped Jazz and me out of the car. Once we walked in, my jaw dropped. The floor is blue marble, the walls are metallic gold with white trim. It looked amazing. It reminds me of the Palace of Versailles in France. Jazz, on the other hand, was not as shocked as I was, maybe because she has been her a lot. Lost in a daze, I felt a hand lift my jaw up so my mouth was closed. I looked and she was Jazz giggling at me.

“I had the same reaction when I first saw the house”, laughing as she says it. I turn and she turned to West and Valenzano snickered at me. My feet are killing me. I take off my shoes.

“Why are you taking off your shoes”, Valenzano asked, looking at me confused.

“My feet are killing me”, I sound like a damn toddler.

The next thing I know is Valenzano, is lifting me up bridal style, I look over his holder and see Jazz and West giving me a thumbs up. I don’t know why but the moment I was in his arms I felt safe and comfortable in a way that I have never felt with Robert. I was too tired to protest. We walked into a kitchen where the table was set with food and bottles of liquor. We got to the table and started eating. I didn’t realize that I was on his lap and allowing him to feed me until I heard Jazz and West clear their throats. I slowly got my ass up and sat in the chair next to him.

Valenzano POV:

“Why are you taking off your shoes”, I asked her while looking confused.

“My feet are killing me”, she sounds so cute I would literally eat her up.

“Not a bad idea”, I heard Vintage say.

Without even thinking, I picked her up bridal style and walked into the kitchen. The moment she was in my arms, all I could think of was how sexy she would look under me as I made her climax several times. I sat down and unconsciously sat her on my lap and started feeding her. Surprisingly, she allowed me to do so. I forgot we were not alone until I heard West and Jazz clear their throats.

We ate, talked, and drank, yeah, we did a lot of drinking, shots, shots, and more shots. I would never have thought Cleo and Jazz could drink the way they do. Sadly, all good things must come to an end and Cleo and Jazz started yarning.

“Ladies, I will show you to your rooms”, I said, looking at Cleo.

“No need to show Jazz she will be sleeping with me…. I mean in my room”, West stated at him and Jazz laughed.

“Well, Cleo I will show you to your room”. She looks so good in that dress. I can only imagine how good she’ll look out of it.

Cleo POV:

Follow me that is all I heard, and I took his hand and he walked me to a room.

“My room is across the hall”, he pointed in the direction of his room. He opens my room door and I walk in.

“There are toiletries in the bathroom and if you need anything else please let me know”, he says, leaning into me, his face cementers from mine. Why the f**k did Jazz leave me alone with this sexy Alpha?

He started to walk away, then I realized that there is something else I needed and that is something to sleep in. Maybe I am asking for too much, but I will never know if I don't ask.

“There is something I need”, I said very hesitantly.

“And what’s that?”, he looked at me as if I were his prey.

“So…som…something to sleep on”, what the hell now I am stuttering. I watch as he smirks, he looks so damn good.

“I will bring you something to sleep in”, and he walked into his room.

My heart is beating fast. After calming down, I look around the room. And it is amazing. In the middle of the floor is a huge round bed with gold satin sheets. The walls are white with gold trim, there is a vanity with a full-size mirror. I walk into the bathroom and there is a jacuzzi tub that looks like it can file 10 people. I find the bath oil and start the tub. Once it was done, I got in and dozed off. I don’t know how long I was out, but I was woken up by someone clearing their throat. I thought it was Jazz coming to check up on me, nope it was Valenzano standing there shirtless holding a towel and something else.

Valenzano POV:

As soon as we got to her room, I was fighting the urge to rip her dress off and f**k her against the wall.

“s**t I would have”, I heard Vintage say sarcastically. I don’t understand why it is so hard for me to block him when I am around her?

“There are toiletries in the bathroom and if you need anything else please let me know”, I was hoping she would say yeah and that yeah would be she wanted some d**k. But no, she needed something to sleep in.

“You should have told her to sleep naked”, why is he talking when I am trying to concentrate on not kissing this woman.

I go to my room and Vintage and I have a long conversation about the situation. And we finally agreed that I would lead, and he would follow. I grab a t-shirt from my dresser, and walked to her room and knocked no answer. I knocked again, still no answer. I walked into the room and saw that the bathroom light is on, but I heard no water running. I knocked on the bathroom door no answer. I slowly walk in and I see her sleeping in the tub. My d**k gets so hard it hurts.

“OH MY GODDESS SHE LOOK SEXY AS f**k”, I hear Vintage yelling in my head.

“Vintage you sound p***y whipped already cut it out”, I say rolling my eyes.

“No, Valenzano, I don’t sound p***y whipped…. I sound like I want to whip some p***y”, he said licking his lips.

I cover my hard d**k with a towel and the shirt I got for her. I clear my throat hoping she is not in a deep sleep and will wake up by the sound.

Cleo POV:

Opening my eyes, I see Valenzano standing shirtless holding a towel and something else. In this light I can see him better, he looks like he was sculpted by Michael Angelo himself. I was right when I said he was solid muscle, his twelve-packs, thigh muscles, every part of him is hard muscle. And the most important muscle he is trying to hide behind that towel he is holding is in eyesight. As he stares back at me, his eyes turn from hazel green to golden, just like they did at the club.

"Hello", I say trying not to make the moment seem awkward.

“I knocked you didn’t answer... I brought you a towel and a T-shirt to wear to bed”, he says, trying to look everywhere but at me.

“Thanks”, I said with a nod.

“No problem”, he smailed.

He left the items on the sink and walked out. I feel the urge to run after him and sit on his face. I slapped myself on my forehead. What have gotten into me? I am so hot and bothered by him. Has it been that long since a man touched me? If my p***y could talk, she would scream, “HELL YEAH”.I need more info on him. I can’t jump into someone's bed and not know what his relationship status is. I get out of the tub, dry off get dressed, and head to the bed. I feel my whole-body sink into the mattress.