The Four Alpha's and Their Surprising Little Mate

Chapter 6: Interesting Encounters

Lil's POV

After one hour of swimming and an hour of sunbathing and who knows how many drinks later. Jazz and I are now in her room on the floor laughing, talking with a now-emptied pitcher again.

“Hey, how many drinks do you think we have had?” Jazz asked.

“I have a better question: how much alcohol was in each pitcher?”

“s**t!” Jazz sat up. “There was a lot. It was our favorite cocktail.” Jazz started rolling on the floor laughing.

“f**k! You made fruit punch knock out.” I stared at Jazz.

“Yeah, I did,” she said in between laughing fits.

“Well, we're both very drunk then.” I laughed. “We should eat something and stop drinking,” I said, sitting up.

“You are so smart. We really should,” Jazz said. The booze definitely went straight to her head.

“Should we get cleaned up first? We both smell like chlorine?” I asked her.

She went silent thinking, then sat up. “That’s a good idea and then food.”

“Okay, you want to go first,” I asked, since it was her room.

“You can use the guest bathroom next door to my room and get a shower at the same time as me.”

“You sure?”

“Yep.” She said while getting up and wobbling.

“Can you walk?”

“Yes, I got this.” She said, still wobbling. I laughed at her while I got up slowly and took some breaths before grabbing a change of clothes, my bathroom supplies and some towels. Then headed to the guest room next to her room. The door was unlocked, but I made sure to lock it so no one could come in and walked over to the bathroom. I turned on the lights and set everything down, but also locked the bathroom door just to be safe. I warmed up the shower, took off my cover and bikini and got into the shower.

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After finishing a relaxing shower, putting lotion on, a knock came from the door.

Knock, knock, knock

I thought I locked the bedroom door, so how is someone knocking on the bathroom door?

“Um, who is it?

“What are you doing in this room's bathroom? Something wrong with Jasmine's?”

“She was in hers and said it would be okay to use this one, so I could also get a shower and not have to wait for her.”

“Yeah, guess it's fine for you to use this one then.”

It got quiet in the bedroom, and I really hoped that it wasn't who I thought and that he had left. I quickly got dressed in a forest-green tank top, and some blue jean shorts and decided to let my hair air dry, but did put some product in it to tame some of the frizz. I collected all my items and opened the door and who I thought was sitting on the bed and waiting for me, it seemed.

“Oh, hi Damien. I thought you were all going to work.” I noticed he was wearing a regular black t-shirt and ripped jeans on. He looked really good.

“I did, but I finished all my work, so I came back home.”

“Oh cool.” I turned the bathroom light off and started to head for the door.

“Nice hair.”

“I forgot my hairbrush in my bag, so I had to towel-dry it and run my fingers through my hair.” I said really fast. “Do you need something?”

“No.” He pushed off the bed and headed to the door. Once in the hallway, he turned to face me while I turned to go to Jasmine's room. “I said, nice hair, by the way, because you had it up earlier, and I couldn’t really see it now it's down, so I can actually see it better. I like your hair like this.” I turned around, shocked that he was giving me a compliment after the cold shoulder treatment earlier. “Oh really?”

“Yes, you look very pretty with your hair down.” He smiled at me.

“Oh, thank you.” I smiled back in return. He turned and headed to the stairs, so I turned back around to Jazz’s room. She was passed out on her bed. I quickly put all my things away. I also grabbed a towel and walked back to the bedroom. Jazz’s wet hair was all over her pillow, so I gently raised her head and put the towel down on her pillow. I decided to let her sleep some. I could also personally use a nap.

Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz

I heard the phone go off and looked at the nightstand near the bed. It wasn’t hers. Walked over to the couch and grabbed my purse. Grabbing my phone, I saw I had a missed call from Matt. I called him back.

‘Hey Matt, sorry I missed your call. Whats up?’

‘Hey, just checking on how you are. Are you having fun spending time with Jazz?’

‘Well, we caught up, laughed a lot and drank a lot, though I think it hit her harder than me.’

‘Glad to hear you are having fun.’

‘Matt, you never call me, to just check-in, so what’s really going on?’

‘So, there is good news and bad news. Which do you want first?’

‘Great, now I know it is bad. Just give it to me straight. Just give me a moment.’ I grabbed a pair of socks and tennis shoes as well as a gray throw-over and headed to the bathroom. I sat on the side of the tub and threw the throw on first, then put the phone back up to my ear and put my socks and shoes on.

‘Okay, let’s hear it.’

‘Are you alone?’

‘I’m in the bathroom and Jazz is passed out drunk on her bed, so yes.’

‘Making sure. So the good news is you get to spend time with your friend.’

‘If that is the good news, I am scared to hear the bad news.’

‘Bad news is boss called he needs the team for a mission.’

‘Well, that is not too bad.’

‘It’s a high-risk job, Lil.’

‘Well s**t! That’s not good at all. Is there a way for me to see the report now or is it only going to be shown once we go in for the briefing?’

‘Briefing only.’

‘Hate those kinds of missions. They are never good.’

‘Yeah. I thought you would want to be told now instead of later. Anyway, do you need me to do anything while you are gone to help you get ready?’

‘Make sure the others are ready and know about the mission's risk level. Besides that, there is nothing else, though if I think of something I will message you.’ I let out a huge sigh. My boss knows I hate going on missions that are high risk. I didn’t want to do those anymore, and he said that was fine when I told him, so if he is calling on me to go on a really high-risk mission, we may have already lost some people trying to take on this mission.

‘You, okay?’ I could hear Matt’s worry through the phone.

‘Well, I am trying to have fun with my friend, and I am not drunk but definitely under the influence and just got hit with this kind of news, so no, I am not okay, but I will try to be.’

‘I am sorry about that. I just thought you would want to know sooner rather than later,’ Matt replied.

‘You thought correctly. I got to go, talk to you and see you tomorrow.’

‘See you tomorrow.’

I hung up the phone and ran my fingers through my hair, letting out a frustrated breath.

“Never a dull moment at work.” I got off the tub. I found my hairbrush and brushed my hair out.

I walked out of the bathroom and Jazz was still out cold and was even snoring. I wasn’t even going to try waking her up without some food for her to eat. I went and grabbed our two cups and pitcher off the floor and headed downstairs to the kitchen.

I got down to the kitchen and didn’t see Ms. Sally there. I washed up our dishes first and dried them off too, but since I didn’t know where they went, I left them on the counter. I walked over to the two fridges and looked inside and there was tons of food in each of them. Then walked over to what looked like a pantry that was also packed with food. “Damn, how much food do they eat? There is enough food to feed an army here.”

“Would have to be a small army.”

I jumped and turned around, putting a hand on my heart that was sure to burst out of my chest. I really didn’t think anyone was here when I said the comment out loud.

“Sorry”, Aaron put his hands up in surrender. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” He let out a chuckle. He was now wearing a forest green top and ripped jeans. Starting to think this was their relaxed looks.

Once my heart slowed down, I dropped my hand from my chest. “I think you and I have different opinions on what a small army is,” I stated.

“That is probably true. Where is Jasmine?”

I let out a laugh. “Well she is currently passed out drunk on her bed.”

Aaron raised an eyebrow at my comment. I walked over to the counter where I set the clean pitcher on and our cups. “We were drinking, swimming and catching up. So yeah, we had fun catching up and drinking more than we should. I think we even drank the same amount, but yet she is the one out cold.”

“How much did you both drink?”

“Well, Aaron, do you want the number of cups we had or the number of pitchers we had?” I was still feeling the effects of the alcohol, so I needed clarification on what number he wanted. I looked up at his face and he was smiling but also looked shocked. “What?”

He let out a chuckle and smiled really big. “I’m surprised you remembered my name is all.”

“Oh well, I was raised to remember people’s names, especially if you are staying in their homes.” I told him honestly.

“Well, that is definitely good manners you were taught.” He said and walked over to where I was.

“So, about those numbers?” he smirked.

“Well, to start, this pitcher and these cups are clean. Where do they go?” I motioned to the items on the counter.

“I will put them up if you tell me the numbers.” He grabbed the pitcher with one hand and the cups in another and started walking to put them away.

“Okay, well, we had about 4 pitchers, which equals about 8 or so cups each.”

After putting the items away and hearing the number, he turned around really fast. “s**t! How are you standing, walking and talking after all of that?”

“I paced my drinks she downed her drinks. Plus, my coworkers know how to drink and love to play drinking games. You build up a tolerance after a while,” I told him, hoping I didn't sound like an alcoholic.

He smirked and walked over to me, “What kind of drinking games?”

I looked up at him, “Use your imagination.” He let out a groan or growl-like sound, but I ignored it and walked over to the fridge. “Have any ideas about what kind of food will get Jazz to wake up?” I turned back to face him, “Last thing I need is a moody friend on my hands she is not exactly nice to be around when she is hung over.”

“Well, there are three options to choose from for dinner, first being to make something here, second, eat what has already been made or to order some food.”

“I’m fine with any of those, which would you prefer?” I pushed myself up and sat on the island.

“Are we talking about food in here?” Marcus came into the kitchen, and he was only wearing ripped jeans. ‘Lord give me strength and save me.’ If a girl could die from being around too many handsome guys, then I will surely die now.

“Is there a reason you’re not wearing a shirt?” It was not easy to concentrate when he looked super yummy. I really had to remember to keep eye contact or just not look at him all together.

He looked at me. “Is there a reason you are sitting on the island in shorts?” He asked with equal sass.

“I am wearing shorts because it is summer, and it's Texas, so it’s really hot outside. So why do you not have a shirt on exactly?” I asked back, knowing it sounded a little rude, but I really didn’t care. It’s hard to hold a conversation with someone that looks as good as him when he has no shirt on.

He smirked and walked over to lean on the island on my left. “Do you want me to put a shirt on?” He looked me dead in the eye, “because I think you like me not wearing a t-shirt.” He started leaning closer to me. This is not good for multiple reasons. I needed some space immediately.

I jumped off the island. “Put one on or not your choice.” I walked away from him to the part of the kitchen counter that was close to the dining room door. That way, I was far away from both men. After getting a few breaths in, I leaned my back on the counter and looked at them both. “So, what are we doing about food, so I can get Jazz to wake up and eat something?”

Marcus looked over at Aaron. “Jazz drank too much and is passed out cold,” Aaron said calmly.

“If Jazz drank that much, then did you not drink the same thing or the same amount?” Marcus asked.

"Actually, I think I drank more than her. I stopped counting my cups and was just counting hers. She only drinks like this when she is stressed or depressed. Since she had 8 cups and was still laughing, she is just stressed. Also, I can hold my alcohol.” Marcus had a shocked look on his face, as did Aaron. “So, about dinner?” I asked again.

“Hey, where is the little one? I just saw Jasmine out cold in her room,” Damien said, walking into the kitchen. Marcus and Aaron pointed to where I was at. I just waved. “Oh” Damien, took in to scene of the kitchen. “What’s going on in here? Also, what happened to the tank top? It looked good on you?”

I pushed off one of the sleeves of my throwover. “I’m still wearing it. So, dinner, what are we doing?” I noticed just then that all three men were staring at me, and they looked like they wanted to eat me alive. I moved the sleeve back on to my shoulder and stood there still leaning on the counter, crossing my arms. My instincts told me to get out of there, but I ignored it.

“Well,” Damien said, walking toward me, “You are the guest, and we are your hosts, so…” He looked at Marcus, who had also started to move toward me, “What do you want to have for dinner?” Marcus finished Damien's question. They were sharing looks and smirking while continuing to get close to me.

“I don’t care you can pick.” They were now on both sides of me and Aaron was leaning against the island watching.

“If you have a question, just ask it. You don’t have to get into my personal space.” Normally I don’t have personal space issues, but I was in a kitchen with three attractive men and two were on my left and right. I felt like a mouse stuck in a cage.

“Does it bother you that we are close to you?” Marcus asked.

“Yes!” I shouted at them. While no one was touching me, I was starting to get more on edge than I already was.

“What’s going on in here?” Luka asked. He noticed that I was in between Damien and Marcus while Aaron was just watching. “Are you okay Lil?”

“I think little one is just fine,” Damien answered.

“No, they are in my personal space for no reason.” I pushed off the counter and walked away from them. I needed to get out of the kitchen, so I made a B-line for the door.

Aaron reached out and grabbed my wrist. “I don’t think you mind us….”

I immediately turned around, twisting his arm behind his back in the process, and shoved him away. I stared him down. “DO. NOT. TOUCH. ME!” I was acting on autopilot and didn’t realize I had used my miliary training in front of others. I have been both on missions and in personal relationships where I have been grabbed like that, so nowadays I go into autopilot when I feel someone grab me. I stepped back and looked at them all, and they were shocked at what I did. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to yell or talk rudely,” I said, looking at all of them. I looked at Aaron. “Are you okay?” I really hoped I didn’t hurt him.

“I’m fine. You're stronger than you look though,” Aaron replied with a soft chuckle.

“Are you okay Lil?” Luka asked, taking a timid step toward me. I looked at his face and could tell he was honestly worried.

“I’m fine. Again, I’m sorry.”

“Lil, with how you just acted you’re not fine?” Luka said.

“You look like you're about to cry. Please don’t cry little one,” Damien commented.

“I don’t like being grabbed,” I told them, but looked up at Aaron to meet his eyes, since he is the one that grabbed me. I was holding the wrist that he had grabbed. “Also, I am stressed out over a phone call I got earlier. On top of that, I have been drinking, so I am a little emotional.” I told them, trying not to cry. “Also, I don’t like being grabbed, especially by my wrist due to some bad experiences, so when I get grabbed that way now, I don’t think I just act.” I wanted them to understand why I acted the way I did, and I also wanted to be honest with them, so they hopefully won’t do it again.

“I’m sorry I grabbed you, Lillian,” Aaron told me, and I could tell by looking at his face he truly meant it.

“Thank you,” I told him.

“Want to talk about the phone call that stressed you out, Lil. Not sure if we could help or not, but maybe it will help just to talk about it,” Damien said. I was shocked by how sweetly he said it and didn’t call me little one. I also noticed how they stopped getting close to me and were just staring at me, worried about me.

“It’s about work, so….legally, and technically, I can’t talk about it.” I said honestly while looking at the floor, not wanting to see their reaction to that. “I'm going to go check on Jazz,” I said, walking out of the kitchen and heading upstairs.