Watch Me Win, Alpha

Chapter 250

In the morning, I woke up to my alarm with a pounding headache, bleary–eyed, and unsure if I got any sleep at all. Last night’s fantasies plagued my mind until they were all I could think about. It was bad enough that Alexander haunted all of my waking hours. Now he was infiltrating my dreams, too.

I shook my head, exasperated at myself for how my skin was tingling and how there was an ache in my warm center. Although, being turned on was normal. Maybe it had nothing to do with Alexander.

But as I slowly pumped my finger into my wet center, I imagined that it was his fingers. As I rubbed my hard clit with my thumb, I fantasized that Alexander was filling me up with his hard length. And as I came around my own fingers, it was Alexander’s name coming from my lips.

After I changed the sheets and got ready for the day, I was more calm and it felt like I could actually think.

I walked to work, picking up a plain croissant on the way, and arrived early enough to make myself a coffee. After I dropped my purse off at my desk, I went to the kitchen to prepare my hot drink. Carefully, I brought my favorite white chipped mug back to my desk, making sure not to spill the black coffee on the white carpet.

Of course, halfway to my desk, I ran into Alexander. My stomach jolted when I looked up at him. The important–looking, clean–shaven man in front of me was a far cry from the man who was pressing against the back of me last night. The indifferent expression on his face was weirdly sexy and it made my hands shake. A tiny amount of coffee spilled onto the floor and a blush spread over my cheeks. I hoped that he wouldn’t notice.

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Alexander said to me and then walked into

he treating me like I was

up beside me with a bright yellow coffee cup in

told me that he had been bitten by a crazy cat

even more. Before I could even think of a response, Alexander’s sharp voice interrupted

“Olivia! My office, now!”

*Olivia*

with him to the hospital to

the mark that I’d left on his neck. “Oh, right. Because of the crazy cat.” My jaw clenched. I hoped that Alexander hadn’t

me, facing his floor–to–celiling window, watching the crowd of cars and people below. He had taken off his black suit jacket, and I could see his muscles through his white

turned around. His thumbs were racing over the screen of his cell phone, but that wasn’t what caught my attention. As soon as I saw the Band–Aid on his neck, I flushed

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