A night of pleasure with an Alpha

Zora* I stared at the email glowing on my phone screen, my thumb hovering as if the words might vanish if I blinked. My heart slammed against my ribs. This couldn’t be real. I had to be dreaming. I pinched my arm. The sharp sting made me hiss. Still there. The email didn’t disappear.A breath tore out of my chest as reality settled in—I got the job. Not just any job. My dream job. Airsoft Technology, under the Blackwood Group of Companies. A name that carried weight, wealth, dominance—untouchable. I had fantasized about working there during sleepless nights, but after failing interview after interview, I’d buried that dream deep. Yet here it was. Mine. My hands shook as I dialed Jessica’s number, excitement bubbling until I felt like I might burst. “Hello, little witch,” she teased. “Babe, I got the job!” “Say God.” “God.” Her scream nearly blew my eardrum. “Wow! Congratulations! See? I told you not to break down because of your stepfamily. No one controls your future. Now look—I was right!” I laughed breathlessly, pacing my room. “I’m so happy. I can’t wait to tell Jerry!” I shouted. “Why not text him? We can go out later and celebrate.” “No, babes. It’s a surprise. I’ll tell him when we meet tonight.” “Bad girl,” she said, pretending to be offended. “You had plans and kept it from me? Secrets now, huh?” I smiled. “You know I’d never. I would’ve texted you before leaving. I’m telling you now.” “Still,” she sighed happily. “I’m so happy for you. Jerry will be thrilled—he’s been rooting for you. And of course, this is terrible news for your stepmother and her daughter.” I laughed again, lighter this time. Tonight wasn’t for bitterness. I had a job. I was seeing my boyfriend. Nothing else mattered. “Catch you later, babe. I have to go.” “Alright. Have fun.” I ended the call, took my bath, and sprayed the perfume Jerry loved—the one he said always drove him crazy. I wanted everything perfect. I hadn’t seen him in a while, lost in job hunting, refusing to burden him with my struggles.Tonight was for us. Tonight, I’d make it up to him. When I got to his house, I knocked. No answer. I pulled out the spare key he’d given me months ago, slid it into the lock, and stepped inside. The scent hit me immediately—sweet, unfamiliar. Not Jerry. My steps slowed as I moved toward the bedroom. The door was slightly ajar. I pushed it open. My breath died in my throat. A woman’s red‑polished nails dug into Jerry’s neck, her body moving with his in a rhythm that needed no explanation. The drink I’d bought for celebration slipped from my fingers and shattered on the floor. The sound snapped them apart. “Zora!” Jerry stammered, scrambling up. “What are you doing here? You didn’t say you were coming.” “Babe, who’s she?” the woman asked, her voice lazy. “She’s just… someone I know,” he said quickly. “What are you doing here? You didn’t even call.” I swallowed hard, my chest burning. “I can’t visit my boyfriend without calling?” “Boyfriend?” the woman echoed, turning to him. “Is she the one you said was throwing herself at you?” Jerry nodded. Something in me cracked. “I see,” she said coldly. “So you’re the one throwing yourself at my man. I won’t warn you again—unless you want to feel my father’s wrath.” “Zora, just go,” Jerry said, already pushing me toward the door. “We’ll talk later.” The door slammed behind me. I walked blindly to Jessica’s place, tears blurring my vision. Going home scared me—I didn’t trust my thoughts. I didn’t trust myself. The moment Jessica opened the door, I collapsed into her arms. I cried until my chest hurt, until my voice broke. She held me and let me fall apart. “I always knew Jerry wasn’t honest,” she said angrily. “I just didn’t have proof. How could he cheat after two years with you?” “My heart is burning,” I sobbed. “It feels like my world is collapsing. I loved him, Jessi. I thought we were building a future. I got the job today, but it feels like nothing now.” “No, babes,” she said firmly. “It’s his loss. He lost you—a good girl who loved him. Don’t grieve for that fool.” “I can’t help it!” I cried. She grabbed my hand. “Then we’re going out. No rules. No restrictions. We’re clubbing tonight. And yes—we’re celebrating your job, whether anyone likes it or not.” “But you know I hate clubbing,” I sniffed. “That was when Jerry existed,” she snapped. “Now he doesn’t. Dress sexy. We’re drinking tonight.” “Jessi—” “I insist.” She dragged me up, dressed me, and soon we were at a club in the heart of the city. The air was thick with music and bodies. I watched rich men laughing, flirting—men who probably left wives at home. Men like Jerry. I hissed in disgust. One bottle of vodka. Then another. Then a third. Jessica kept refilling my glass until my head spun and my bladder protested. I excused myself, staggering down the hallway, gripping the wall for balance. My vision swam. I rubbed my eyes, but the alcohol won. I found a door, went in, used the toilet, and stepped back out. On my way back, my head struck something hard. The world tilted—and went black. When I opened my eyes, my head throbbed violently. Too much alcohol. I groaned, blinking slowly. A man lay beside me. His cologne filled my senses—rich, intoxicating. A lazy thought drifted through my foggy mind. I was already drunk. What harm could it do? I rested my head on his chest, pressed my lips to his, and closed my eyes.