Mistaking an Alpha for a Pimp novel Chapter 1

Amelia Pov

Drenched by the dad's rain of reality and heartbreak, I walked into the bar hopelessly. There was nothing going right in my life and I needed to set things straight as quickly as I could.

"Hey, beautiful." A wretched looking man with a goatee and bald hair said flirtatiously.

"Go away!" I scowled.

He raised his hands in defense and slowly backed out, I turned to the bartender and didn't give him a chance to start some petty talk with me.

"The strongest you've got, bring them all one." I barked.

The bartender gave me a shot and I gulped it down without thinking twice, as the images of Liam's infidelity and my parent's accident flashed across my eyes I downed more shots, and soon my tears flowed freely down my cheeks. Just a few weeks ago my life was perfect and then today I'm left with no family or business or fiance.

I lost count of the shots I took and a fine looking young man took the seat beside me. I was a bit tipsy but I could clearly see that he was wearing a mask that covered half his face. He turned to look at me and smile. I scanned his physique with my eyes and he was damn hot.

"How much for a night?" I asked him.

He was looking like a delicious snack that begged to be eaten, I could tell from the look in his one exposed eye that he had undressed me in his dirty mind and I could use some action tonight, it would ease my pain.

"It's free." He said huskily.

His voice turned me on the more and I couldn't wait to tear off his shirt and see exactly what they hid underneath.

"Every pimp has his price, name yours, and I'll pay." I offered nonchalantly.

He raised an eyebrow and I chuckled, I was left with little money yet willing to spend it on him.

"Excuse me Miss but you're drunk, I'll take good care of you." He offered.

I smiled and threw my whole weight at him, he carried me bridal style and I don't know how long it took him but when I opened my eyes we were in a room. He threw on the bed roughly and it felt good.

I reached out and Drew him closer using his tie.

"What are you..." He began by shutting him up with a kiss.

At first, he was reluctant then he reciprocated the kiss and deepened it, he tasted heavenly and I inches closer to him. He broke off the kiss giving me a chance to breathe.

"You don't want to do this." He warned.

I smirked, he was evidently warning me of his sexual prowess which was what I needed at the moment; something to bury myself in.

"I've never wanted anything more." I drawled.

I heard him sigh and then without giving him time to rethink I began to unbutton his shirt. I heard a guttural growl from him and then his lips came crashing on mine. My breath hitched and then our lips were synchronized.

His hands touched all my sensitive parts while I did all sorts of things to him and in the following moments, our bodies became one.

And in the heat of the moment, my phone rang loudly. I swore loudly as my eyes flew open, I was covered with sweat and felt thirsty all of a sudden. I rubbed my temple lightly and exhaled slowly. It's been five years already and I still feel as I did that night. There was no reasonable explanation for the recurring dream.

My phone ringing jolted me from my reverie and I almost cussed at whoever the caller was, the best I could get was enjoying my Saturday morning though it came with the perks of having wet dreams yet it was pleasurable. I grabbed my phone from the bed stand and answered the call after seeing the caller ID.