The Alpha’s Rose

Chapter 3

Rose’s POV

I’m finally all patched up and I change out of my sweaty blood stained clothes. I’m definitely going to have a swollen eye for awhile. I’m just relieved she didn’t break any of my bones. I sling my bag over my shoulder and head out of the door. I see Murray standing there.

“Do you want me to walk you out?” He asks. The bouncers usually walk the girls to their cars, it’s the one nice thing about this place.

“Nah, I’m parked pretty close, hit thanks anyway.” Murray walks me to the side door anyways.

“Have a good night Rose.” He says as he holds open the back door for me. I’m glad the rain has stopped and the air is crisp and cold, which feels good after my fight. I get to my car when I hear someone behind me I turn around quickly to see the man in the black suit.

“Woah! Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He says and holding his hands up. There are two guys with him.

“Look I’m sorry if you lost money in the fight. I’m just doing my job.” I say quickly.

“No, no this isn’t about the money.” He says. Then what could he want from me? I don’t say anything I just continue to look at him. He turns to his guys and they walk away.

“My name is Dean Thomas.” He says. He pauses for a moment.

“Rose.” I say. I never give anyone a last name unless necessary. He just nods.

“I knew she was going to lose the moment you stepped into the ring. You could have knocked her out with your first punch. But you didn’t. Why?” He asks.

“People want a show. If they think their fighter has a chance to win, they bet more.” I say.

“You mean you make more.” He corrects me. This guy thinks I’m in on the action. His assumption makes me chuckle.

“Fat chance.” I say. I’m done talking to him. I turn to get in my car but his hand slams my door shut. I turn and he’s inches from my face. Surprisingly I don’t feel afraid. There’s something trustworthy about him. He smells like mint and musk. His eyes are green like emeralds and he wasn’t unattractive. He had a strong jaw and I notice him looking over my bruised face.

“What do you mean?” He asks. His voice is deep and causes my chest to vibrate.

“I don’t get any more.” His eyebrows furrow, like he’s still confused.

“I get paid the same amount for each fight, no matter the turn out.” I elaborate.

“Is there a problem out here Ms. Rose?” I hear Murray ask from the side door. The man in the black suit removes his hand from the car and straightens his suit.

“No I’m fine. Thanks Murray.” Murray doesn’t leave, but he doesn’t approach either. I see Dean glance up at Murray and smirk.

“Well I have taken up enough of your time Ms. Rose, but I’m sure we will see each other again.” He nods at me and walks over to a black SUV. He gets in the back seat and it drives away. The windows are tinted almost black. I couldn’t tell who else was in it. What in the world was that? Murray is walking over but I give him a signal that I’m fine. I just want to go to sleep. I know my body is going to be sore tomorrow. Luckily I have the next three days off from work to recover. I get in my car and drive home. When I get there it’s about one in the morning, but I still need to shower. Oh god that guy was so close to me, I probably smelled horrible. Wait, why do I even care how I smelled? I turn on the water and get undressed. I wash my hair and my body. Feeling clean and refreshed it’s finally time for bed. I dry off and wrap my hair up. I’ll fix it tomorrow, I’m just too exhausted to deal with it. I crawl into bed, and snuggle up to my pillow. I fall asleep quickly.

Dream:

Blood runs down my cheek as my father strikes me again. I try to run past him, but he reaches out and yanks me back by my hair causing me to fall to the ground. I am around ten years old. My mother left my dad and me a year ago, and since then he has blamed me for everything. My heart is racing and I try to reach out for anything that might be helpful.

“You think you can run from me? You ungrateful little troublemaker.” My father drags me by my hair down the hallway. I kick and scream.

“Ow! Stop it please! I didn’t do anything! Please let go!” I beg and kick my feet. He reaches down and picks me up by my throat. He lifts me up to his eye level, choking me.

“You always say that, but we know the truth.” I could smell the alcohol on his breath. He throws me into the closet and locks the door.

“Let me out. I didn’t do anything. Please!” I bang on the door for a moment. But I know it’s no use. I sit and sob. The door swings open again, my father decks me in the nose. And slams the door shut. I fall back, a metallic taste fills my mouth, and pass out.

I wake up panting. I frantically look around my room. I don’t know what I’m checking for, there’s obviously nothing here. The sunlight dancing on the floor from my window catches my eye for a moment. I take a few deep breaths to calm myself down. I lay back down on my pillow. It’s been awhile since I’ve had a nightmare like that. My body is sore, and I can only imagine what my eye looks like. I get out of bed and shuffle into the kitchen. I need coffee and an aspirin. I turn on my coffee maker, grab a glass of water, and some pills. Out of the corner of my eye, I see my cat Mr. Business.

“Good morning.” I coo. He completely ignores me as usual. Get a cat they said, it will be great they said.

“We’ll see how you act when you’re hungry.” I say as I pour myself a cup of coffee. I check the time and I’m surprised it’s almost noon. My phone rings and I look at the name, it’s Nick. Ugh what does he want?

“Hello?”

“Hey Rose how are you feeling?” He asks.

“I’m sore. I actually just woke up.” He takes a deep breath in, like he’s stalling.

“Listen, Rose. My dad is upset about last night.”

“Nick come on, you guys have to give me a real fighter. I can only pretend for so long. And I still took a beating, it was still a pretty good show.”

“I know Rose. But he’s tellin’ me I’m too light on you.”

“What does that even mean? What does he want!? For you to beat me up?”

“No, he thinks you’re a masochist and would like that too much. He wants to have you work upstairs.”

“Seriously Nick? I’m not going to let some greaseball touch me. Not again Nick. Please.” There’s silence on the phone. I know his dad still runs the place, but I also know Nick likes me so I’m hoping he’ll stick up for me.

“Rose I’m sorry, but my hands are tied on this. He wants you here this Friday. That’s the only day he’ll be here so that’s the only day you’ll have to be here.” He’s says that like its supposed to make it better.

“What’s going on this Friday Nick?” I ask.

“Nothing. We’re just having a meeting with some potential investors.” Nick says.

“That guy from last night?” I ask.

“Yeah, he was there last night.” This is making sense. This is about that guy not me. Damn, this is why I don’t get involved with these people.

“Well I’m still going to have a black eye, but I’ll f**king be there Nick. I guess I have no other choice. Thanks a lot.” I hang up the phone. I know it’s not Nick’s fault. F**k that stupid contract. I just want to crawl back into bed after that phone call. I plop on my couch and put on the tv. I watch a few episodes of my favorite true crime tv show, ‘Cold Case Files’. Then I get up and make myself a sandwich for dinner.

While I’m eating it I pick up my phone and start scrolling through my favorite dating app. I only use it for hookups, and tonight I’m kind of in the mood for one. I message the first 5 guys I see and wait for they’re responses.

‘Hey, what are you doing tonight? I’m looking for a good time.’

‘I think I can help you with that.’

Perfect. Guy #3 it is. He’s pretty hot. Brown hair, brown eyes. From the look of his farmers tan I’m assuming he has a job working outdoors. We hash out the details of where and when. I never take a guy to my place, I always go to him or we meet up at a motel.

Guy #3 wants me to meet him at his bachelor pad, works for me. I slip on a sexy pair of blue lace underwear and I can’t find the matching bra so I just grab my go-to black push-up. I put on a lose black dress over top and then I put on some make up to cover my black eye. But I don’t put too much effort into it. This guy isn’t gonna turn me down, and I’m never gonna see him again after this so I’m not worried about it. I splash on some perfume before heading out of the door. He lives 23 minutes away. I put on a playlist and head over.

I knock on his door. It’s dark out by the time I get to his house.

He answers it in his boxers.

“Heeey.” He says to me.

“Hey big guy.” I say walking in and slipping off my dress. It lands on the floor.

“Ooh eager are we?” He says reaching down and touching himself.

“Very.” I say as I walk over and a start kissing him. I don’t much care for the ‘get to know you’ parts of these hookups. I’m here for one thing, to get f*cked.

I do my usual routine. Kiss him and grab his d*ck until he’s hard. Then give him a blow job for no more than a minute. If I’m lucky he’ll retaliate and go down on me, usually they don’t. But if they do and they’re good at it then I won’t ghost them afterwards.

This guy doesn’t. We kiss again, and then he starts hitting it from behind. I’m into it. His d*ck isn’t the biggest I’ve had, but it’s pretty sizable. I reach back and help myself out. When I realize he’s getting close to c*ming I roll over on top of him. I’m in control now. I ride him focusing on getting myself off.

He keeps talking in my ear.

“Oh you like that? Yeah let me give it to you good. Oh yeah ride that big-“

I put my hand over his mouth he’s distracting me. I’m so close.

I bounce up and down making sure my cl*t is rubbing up against him, my muscles are contracting. I start moaning, and finally I o****m.

It was actually a really nice o****m, one of the better ones I’ve had from a brunette. I finish him off with my mouth, then I go to the bathroom and clean myself up. I come out and he’s fallen asleep on the bed. I gather my things, get dressed, and head home. I take a shower and then I go to the dating app and block him. I finally put some cream on my black eye before going to bed and falling asleep.