Exposed (The Alpha Stranger) Book 2 (3 page)

“Oh yeah!” My anonymous lover moans as he drops his pants. He’s not looking for that key card any longer. I continue to suck off the stud right in the middle of the hotel hallway. Neither of us care if we are caught. We are both driven into a carnal frenzy that makes everything else secondary to our own sexual pleasure.

I deep-throat my lover. He screams. Then he picks me up and turns me around. He starts to fuck me from behind. I grab onto the wall and take every inch he has to give me. My lover grabs my hips and rams me at full speed. I am ready to cum. He is ready to cum. My lover and I scream as we reach orgasm together. I lean back and feel the alpha stud’s hands all over my body. After a minute, he finally picks up his pants and finds the key card. We both stagger into the hotel suite and find our way to the master bathroom.

My lover fills up the bathtub. He orders up a bottle of champagne and leaves strict orders that the bottle be left in an ice bucket outside of our door. It sounds like we are going to be together for a while. Finally, I think we my anonymous lover is beginning to get comfortable around me. We hop into the bath. I offer to wash off my lover’s body. He says, “Go for it.” Yipee! I can’t get enough of this man’s body.

The handsome stranger lies in front of me. I run a sponge across his chest and his strong, flat stomach. Then I spend some quality time on that unstoppable machine between his legs. As I begin to get him off, I kiss him on the back of his neck. “Thank you for defending my honor down there,” I tell my lover.

“He deserved it.”

“I’ve never had a man fight for me before.”

“You probably are not used to dating men.”

“You can say that. How did you learn to choke a guy out like that?”

“21 years of martial arts training. I started out when I was 10.”

“You must be a super black belt or something.”

“Third degree black belt. Not that it is a big deal. I had to learn at a young age.”

Now, that is interesting. I can’t help but probe into that little bit of information. “Why would a ten year old have to learn martial arts?”

“There was a kidnap threat against me.”

“At ten?!”



“Yeah, when I was in school in Geneva. There was a group of ex-Soviet soldiers who went around kidnapping the children of wealthy families. They would demand multi-million dollar ransoms. Since the families didn’t want any trouble, they would pay. My family doesn’t pay ransoms.”

Geneva? Child kidnappings? Ransoms? Wealthy family? This man has had one heck of an upbringing.

“Your family must be really powerful.”

“I’m not going to get into that anymore. I’ve already said too much.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to probe. Just wanted to do a little chit-chat.”

The alpha stranger leans down and places his head against my chest. “I understand. Perhaps, I have been a little too strict about not getting into each other’s lives. There are just some things that are better left private, for both of our sakes.”

We continue to wash off each other’s body. The handsome stranger gets up and lets me wash his cute little ass. Then he does the same for me. He gives me a delightful little spanking. Then we towel ourselves off and hop into bed. Now, things are getting a little unusual. I am perfectly expecting the alpha stud to leave me in the hotel alone. This time, however, he seems really comfortable around me. I guess an intense experience like choking someone out followed by elevator sex, topped off with a bath will do that to anyone.

The handsome stranger turns on the TV. We begin to watch “Keeping up with the Kardashians.” Yes, I admit that this is one of my favorite shows. And don’t judge me, you know you watch it as well! To my surprise, the handsome stranger seems to be really into it. He puts his arm around me and squeezes my breasts when Kim appears on screen. “Do you know any of them?” I ask.

“I met Kim. Pre-sex tape.”

“Really?!”

“Yeah, she interviewed at my office. Our family knew her father so we were going to give her a nice little desk job.”

“Then what happened?”



“She wanted to get a job in the industry. Entertainment industry to be precise. I guess she didn’t want to be around a bunch of finance people. The one thing I remember was that Kim looked like she was going to be a star. You know, we hire some people who really want to be actors and singers. But you can tell they aren’t going to make it. You could tell Kim was going to make it. She just seemed like she has that drive. Personally, I do everything I can to avoid attention.”

As the handsome stranger explains his encounter with Kim, I make a note that he’d mentioned his office deals with finance. Perhaps I shouldn’t care either way. However, the more we talk, the more he reveals about his life.

After the show is over, my lover smacks the top of his head. “Fuck. I forgot the champagne.”

“That’s okay,” I tell him.

He hops out of the bed and walks his luscious naked body across the hotel suite. He opens the door and brings in the ice bucket with the bottle of bubbly. The handsome stranger looks at the bucket, which is sloshing around in ice water. “Ah, it’s not at the right temperature. One can not open a bottle when it has been ruined.”

I stand up and give my lover a hug. “It doesn’t matter. Being with you is all the refreshment I need.”

The handsome stranger runs his fingers through my hair. We just embrace in the middle of the hotel room for a full minute. For the first time, I feel a moment of affection from a guy I’ve fucked around with three times already.

“I’m sick of being in hotel suites. Let’s go do something outside.”

Before I can question the handsome stranger, I find myself getting dressed. The alpha stud puts on his suit, grabs my hand and takes me out into the hall. “After our little incident downstairs, it’s probably a good idea to seek some fun outside of the hotel.”

“I would concur,” I say with a giggle. We head down to the lobby. The handsome stranger hands his car ticket to the valet. Less than a few minutes later that cool black Ferrari pulls out. Now my heart is racing. I have never been inside a Ferrari before!

The alpha stud gets into the car and advises that I put on my seatbelt. My lover speeds out of the hotel’s driveway and races down Sunset Boulevard. I can hear the engine of the exotic car scream as my alpha lover hits 85 on the winding road. I almost want to scream out of fear and excitement but I don’t want to break my lover’s concentration. He races past cars going half his speed. The alpha stud blasts around the curves as though he is racing against the clock. My guess is that he drives like this all the time.

“Do you ever worry about speeding tickets?” I ask my anonymous lover sheepishly.

“No.”

We continue to speed west towards the Pacific Ocean. I can’t help but get a tingle up my leg at the way the handsome stranger drives his Ferrari. This is a man that truly does not give a fuck about the consequences of his actions. Yeah, it turns me on. We keep heading west. I can’t help but ask, “Where are we going?”

“The beach.”

“Isn’t there a curfew for the beach.”

“Fuck the curfew.”

Well, whatever my handsome stranger says!

We get to PCH and now I think my anonymous lover is determined to get pulled over. He hits 121 in the Ferrari as cars pass by like they are standing still. We keep driving and driving until we reach a bluff overlooking the ocean. My lover pulls over his Ferrari and opens the door. I get out and we sit on the edge of the bluff. We sit close to each other and stare at the moon as it reflects the Pacific waves crashing into the shore.

“You probably know a little more about me than I know about you,” my anonymous lover says.

“There isn’t much to know about me.”

“You have dreams don’t you?”

“Well,” I start off as I measure my words. Oh my God, I don’t believe I am about to say this, “I wanted to be a singer. I wanted to be Fiona Apple. You know, play the piano and sing.”

“What’s stopping you.”

“Talent.”

“Fuck. How old are you?”



“21.”

“You’re 21 and you’re giving up on your dream.”

“Well, I started writing music and playing the piano when I was 13. It was just a bedroom hobby. When I was 18, I moved out here from Indiana with thoughts of getting a record deal. Then I started seeing people with so much more talent than me talking about how they can’t score a record deal. Then, you know, I had to find a job. And well, you know how it goes.”

“Do you still play?”

“Every so often, I’ll grab my keyboard and play something. But look, I’m not going to set the world on fire with my music.”

“Who cares?! Who cares if anyone doesn’t like your music. Do it for yourself. You know, there is only one thing you can control in the entire universe,” my handsome stranger says. Then he points at my head. “You can control your thoughts. If you tell yourself, you are going to be a singer-songwriter, then you will become a singer-songwriter. If you tell the world you are nothing but a receptionist. Then you will be nothing but a receptionist.”

Damn. No other human being has told me that before. For a moment, I turn back on that pilot light of inspiration. I start thinking about writing music again. “Thanks. You know, I’m going to start writing again. Who knows.”

“You told me that you already wrote some songs years ago.”

“Yeah.”

“I want to hear one.”

I giggle. He doesn’t need to charm me. We’re already fuck buddies. Perhaps this man is really the coolest alpha motherfucker in the entire city. He actually cares about me.

“You want to hear one of my songs. Really?” I ask.

“I’m turned on by talent. That’s my thing. I’ve fucked models, I’ve fucked aspiring actress, I’ve fucked debutantes. But you know what really gets me off? What gets me off is seeing a girl with talent. And you what to know why? Because a girl with talent is harder to impress with things like money and power. She wants a partner with talents and ambitions that match what’s inside of her heart.”

My anonymous lover has suddenly sparked a fire in me that I have not felt since I was a young teenager. “Perhaps I can get my keyboard and play something for you tomorrow,” I offer.

The stranger gets up and says, “I want to hear you play now.”

“Now?!”


“Yeah. That’s all that I want in this world. I want to see you behind a piano singing your songs.”

“It’s midnight. It’s going to be hard to find a piano right now.”

“There is this place in Santa Monica. The Arrow Bar on Main Street. They have live piano in there.”

Is he fucking crazy?! I’ve never played in front of an audience. As my anonymous lover helps me onto my feet, I begin to get really nervous. “They will never let me play right now.”

“Oh, I’ll make sure you get some time on that piano.”



Before I know it, we are back in the Ferrari. The handsome stranger speeds us down to Santa Monica. I want to panic. At one point, I even think about opening the door to the Ferrari and jumping out. Death seems like a better alternative to embarrassing myself in front of a crowd.

In fifteen short minutes, we are on Main Street in Santa Monica. I feel like a condemned prisoner ready to face my executioner. My heart is beating so fast that a heart attack doesn’t seem out of the realm of possibilities.

“This will be fun,” my anonymous lover says as he pulls up in front of the bar. Yeah, fun for him. My palms are sweating.