The Alpha Affair

Chapter 5

Silas brings Willa to the car and gets in, still holding her, and tells the driver to go. The car pulls away.

Willa doesn’t move from Silas’s lap; she only stares down at him. She leans forward, placing her head on his neck, causing him to tense. “Mm, you smell so good,” She drunkenly whispers, and he melts into her hair, taking in her scent, and as his lips graze her throat, she moans, goosebumps cover every inch of her skin when she raises her head to look into his eyes they are pitch black, and she freaks out falling off him backward.

“Oh, my God!” she screams, backing away, then closes her eyes. “Am I hallucinating? I’m so drunk” When she opens them, his eyes are back to the same stunning silver. “I just smelled my boss.” She hid her face, embarrassed.

Silas laughs. “It’s fine. I am not objecting.”

Willa peeks through her fingers at Silas. “It was extremely unprofessional of me. I am sorry.” 

Silas grabs her hand, helping her back to the seat, but she keeps her distance.

“s**t!” Willa says aloud.

Silas looks over at her. “What’s wrong?”

“Did I say that out loud? I swear I said that in my head,” she asked, hoping the answer was no.

Silas nods with a smile. “You certainly did.”

She places both her hands on her face with disappointment. “I told Myles to f**k off. I am in for it when I get home” She sighs, slouching down in the seat, but the leather seat grips her skirt, hiking it up, revealing her black lace panties.

Silas looked over as lust filled his eyes. His heart rate skyrockets. “Willa?” He whispered in a low growl.

She looks at him, confused, suddenly notices that he looks like he is fighting to control himself. She glances down to see what he sees, and she gasps, covering herself immediately. “I keep embarrassing myself.”

Silas glances at her and takes a deep breath before he speaks. “Myles is an i***t. A man that has a wife like you in his bed every night and doesn’t f**k her every night to the point of complete exhaustion is a f*****g dumb ass!” He snarls.

Her face falls. “Oh no, you were the person on the phone with Myles,” she said, shocked. “Oh, my god, I think I’m going to be sick,” she whispered, covering her mouth.

“Driver, pull over!” Silas shouts, and he does as he is told.

Once they stop, Silas helps Willa out of the car, and she makes it to the side of the road, tossing everything up. Silas walks over and holds her hair. She looks up to him, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “I am so sorry. What a way to impress your boss. I don’t know what I was thinking, trying to keep up with some college kids. I’m too old for that crap,“ she whined.

Silas laughs. “You’re not too old” He helps her back to the car, and she gradually falls asleep when the car moves.

At the airstrip, Silas picks Willa up and moves her to his private jet, laying her down on the couch, placing a blanket on her. He then takes his seat, pulling out his phone to answer some emails.

Next Morning...

Willa opens her eyes, rubbing them to help her focus.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” Silas whispers.

She looks over at him. “What happened?” She asked, perplexed.

“You got pretty drunk,” He replied with a smile.

“I embarrassed myself, didn’t I?” Her shame caused her to blush.

He chuckles. “What you did was nothing compared to most of the girls at the club.”

“I got you some clean clothes in the bedroom over there,” Silas said, pointing at the door to the back of the plane. “We are almost to Paris, and I have a meeting first thing, so we need to be ready,” He declared, standing to grab a glass of water, but before he could, Willa grabbed the glass bringing it to him. “Sit. It’s supposed to be my job,” she said, handing it to him. “Willa, I didn’t hire you to be my slave,” His lips in a smirk.

She looks down to her feet, then back to him. “Why did you hire me?” Her expression is shy.

He thought it over. “Because I wanted to get you out of the house and away from Myles for a while.” He confessed.

“Thanks for this opportunity,” she said gratefully.

The plane landed, and Willa lost her balance, falling into Silas, and he caught her effortlessly. They looked into each other’s eyes, and Silas cupped her face gently. “Myles is a lucky man,” He admitted, then placed her back on her feet. “You should get dressed,” He said and walked to the captain’s cabin.

She stood there confused, but turned on her heels, heading for the bedroom of the jet.

As she stepped in, looking around the lavish bedroom, finding the dress he left for her on the bed. She smiles, picking it up and placing it to her curvy frame. The pastel rose felt like silk on her skin when she pulled it over her hips, bringing it to her shoulders. The length met her knees and was plastered to her skin as if someone had painted it on, displaying her hour-glass figure well.

Willa pulled her hair from the bun she was wearing and let it fall, reaching down to her hips. She ran her fingers through it, brushing out all the tangles and helping her natural curls form, then she freshened up with some makeup. She put on lip gloss to make her lips shine as well. Willa looked down at her ring finger, letting out a sigh, then took it off, placing it in her purse before walking out of the room.

Everyone has exited the plane, so Willa walks to the stairs of the jet, stopping at the top, looking out seeing Silas talking with the captain and some other men with his back turned to her, when the other men can’t help but look behind him he turns to see her coming down the stairs, his mouth opens wide as she takes the last step stopping to toss her hair to the other side of her head he stares unable to tear his gaze away.

Silas turns to the men, letting out a growl to warn them to stop looking, and they avert their eyes quickly.

“Hey, are we ready?” Willa asked, narrowing her eyes, confused why the others are avoiding her at all costs, making her feel insecure as she looks herself over. “Is something wrong with the dress?” She asked.

“No, you look stunning,” Silas whispers, not looking her in the eye too busy checking her out.

Willa slaps his arm, and he jolts his eyes upward. “Are you checking me out, Mr. Kade?” Willa lifts a brow, then laughs.

“Nope, just admiring,” He smirked.

She laughs again, and he gestures for her to enter the car. She climbs in, then he takes his position next to her.

“Thanks for the dress. I don’t think I’ve felt this pretty in a long time,” She declared, looking out the window as the car passed tall buildings, but when she caught sight of the Eiffel Tower, her eyes grew wide like a child in a candy store. “Wow.”

“Never been to Paris?” Silas asked.

She glanced at him for a moment, then took her attention back to the beautiful scenery, shaking her head.

“Myles never took me on his trips, I’m guessing, so he could sleep with other women,” she sighed, fidgeting with her purse zipper.

Silas placed his hand on hers. “He doesn’t deserve you,” He muttered.

“I know, but I am a non-working mother of 3, and if I left, he might throw me down the stairs or keep my children from me,” Her eyes saddened, looking down at his hand on hers, and she moves it as it causes tingling in her core.

She lifts her gaze to Silas. “Why are you so nice to me?” She asked.

He stares for a moment before speaking. “Where I am from, we treat our wives like royalty, and to see another man treat his like trash irks my nerves,” He stated, clearly annoyed with Myles.

Before she can ask anything else, the car comes to a stop, and Silas opens the door, getting out, then holds his hand to her. Willa takes it, and he pulls her out. But before she can even stand straight, tons of flashes go off, and a swarm of paparazzi surrounds them.

“Back off!” He growled as a man stepped too close to Willa.

“What is going on?” Willa asked frantically.

“This is my hometown, and I am their most eligible bachelor. They do this every time I come home. It’s very frustrating,” He explained, annoyed.

“Oh, maybe I should step aside so that they won’t think anything,” Willa suggested, trying to move towards the side, but Silas grabs her arm, pulling her back to him, wrapping his arm around her waist.

“I am hoping they will think that,” He whispers in her ear.

Her nerves take over. “But won’t this cause a scandal for you? I am married. I’m sure they will find this out,” she said, wide-eyed.

“I’m okay with that” He stares at her with a sparkle in his eyes.

A woman runs up with a microphone in hand, shoving it in Willa’s face. “So, are you the new woman?”...