My Alpha

6

I didn't want to tell him that I was having guy issues. Why would he want to hear me cry over another guy?

"Are you having money problems?"

"What? Why would you think that?" I asked, confused at why he would jump to that conclusion.

"The bags in your car." he said, shrugging his shoulders.

"No, I'm not having money problems. I was driving to my mom's house. I left my boyfriend." I said, not looking at him.

"Why did you leave him?" I could feel his eyes looking at me, but I kept my head down.

"Because I came home from visiting my mom and found him screwing some girl on our kitchen counter." I said, feeling my face get hot from the anger of thinking about it again.

"Well, that would definitely be a good reason to leave him."

"I thought so." I laughed.

"He sounds like a jerk. You deserve so much better than that, bone head." he said, then put his hand on my leg. I blushed at his touch.

"It's cute when you blush." That made me blush more. "I'm sorry you had to go through that, and that he hurt you the way he did."

"I should have noticed what a slim ball he was," I said as I took another bite of my pie.

"People can be blinded by love. The important thing is, you did realize who he truly is before things got too serious."

"We were living together."

"Yeah, but at least you didn't marry him." he smiled at me.

"That's true." I said, pointing my fork at him in agreement.

"I think we should celebrate your new-found freedom. Let me take you out to dinner tomorrow night to celebrate."

"What? No, you don't have to do that."

"I know I don't have to, but I would like to. If you will allow me to," he said, unsure.

"Why do you really want to take me to dinner?"

"I told you to take you out to celebrate." he said, giving me an innocent look.

"I don't know," I said, hesitantly.

"I promise to be on my best behavior." he said, giving me a sexy smile.

"I was planning on leaving in the morning." I told him truthfully.

"You don't have to leave in the morning. You can come to the convention with me tomorrow. Or you could spend the day at the spa. Take a day to be pampered. Or you could do both. Come with me to the convention, then go to the spa." He looked a me with a hopeful look on his face.

"I need to think about it." I said, standing up. "Thank you for the talk and the chocolate. I'm exhausted. I'm going to head to bed."

"Of course," he said, standing up. "I'll see you in the morning."

"Good night."

"Good night."

I walked into my room and closed the door behind me. I thought about locking it, but I didn't think that Xander would come in while I was sleeping. I walked over to the bed and fell onto it. What was I doing? Could I really go out to dinner with him tomorrow? He asked me to go with him to the convention. The thought of a spa day did sound appealing. It had been a while since I had pampered myself. Why was I in such a rush to get to my mom's? She wouldn't be home anyway. What was one more day? Besides, Xander was hot. I am definitely not ready for a relationship right now. I would need some time to get over Tony and what he did to me. But Xander seemed nice and sweet. He seemed kind and polite.

What could it hurt to spend an extra day or two with him before I headed home? I would just be sitting home alone thinking about Tony. No, I needed to forget about Tony and move on. No one was saying I had to move on with Xander. All he was asking was to take me out to dinner. A girl had to eat and so what if the person taking her was sexy as hell? We could just be friends. It didn't have to go any further than just friends. Besides, I doubt that Xander is even interested in me in that way.

I'm sure he has women throwing themselves at him all the time as handsome as he is. He would never be interested in someone like me. The thought made me sad. Xander would be a good catch. I doubt he would cheat on his girlfriend the way Tony did. But Xander is sexy and successful. Maybe he has multiple girlfriends already. I thought about it for a second, then changed my mind. Xander might be sexy and successful, but I don't think he was a cheater. Not that I really knew him. Hey, anything was possible. I didn't think Tony would cheat either but, here we are.

I didn't want to think about Xander or Tony or anyone else, for that matter. I just wanted to close my eyes and sleep. I wanted to sleep the memory away.

I was sitting at a table with a red table cloth. Xander was sitting a cross from me smiling. I'm so glad you agreed to let me take you out. You look amazing." Xander said, taking my hands into his.

"What do I have to do to make you mine?" he asked, leaning in closer.

"You want me?" I asked, surprised.

"Is it not obvious?"

"Why?"

"Because you are smart and beautiful, and you are my mate."

"Your mate?"

"Yes, my mate. You were made for me."

"I bet you use that line on all the girls." I laughed.

"You are my only mate. You are the one I have been searching for." he leaned in even closer. I could feel his breath on my face.

"Prove it."

Xander softly placed his hand on the side of my neck and pulled me towards him. He softly pressed his lips against mine. I let out an embarrassing moan at the feel of his warm lips against mine. He ran his tongue along my bottom lip then slid it into my mouth. He pulled me closer and deepened the kiss.

My dream changed and we were in his suit. He had me up against the wall kissing and sucking my neck. I was frantically unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it down his shoulders, exposing his chiseled chest. He was like a god.

I ran my hand down his chest and stomach. I was unbuttoning his pants.

"Your mine, all mine." he panted in my ear as he continued to lick and suck my neck.

"I'm yours." I panted as I closed my eyes and leaned my head back to give him better access to my neck.

He smiled and started to sink his teeth into my neck. I jumped up from my bed out of my sleep. I looked around, and it took me a second to realize where I was. I climbed back into bed and covered up.

I could feel the moisture between my legs from my dream. Great I was having a s*x dream about Xander. I laid there tossing and turning, frustrated with myself for dreaming about him in that way. I didn't even know him, and I was already dreaming about him like that. I didn't like that I had been turned on in my dream. Xander would never be with me like that, so there was no sense having dreams where he was. That's all it would ever be is just a dream.