Page 11 of Perfect Alpha

Even if it’s at my expense, I’m glad she’s so happy in her best friend’s presence. I wish Victory would move home for that reason alone, even though it would be torture having her across the side yard every night.

“I doubt it,” I reply, loud enough to be sure Victory hears me. “I have a date tonight. We’ll stick around the house in case Dad needs anything, but I highly doubt you’ll see me.”

My date means nothing to me.

None of them do.

The women in my life are a means to an end. They’re using me just as much as I’m using them. Once you’ve had sex with someone you love, someone who you need beside you to go on breathing, no one else can ever compare.

But they’re enough to scratch an itch.

There’s no change in Victory’s demeanor at the mention of another woman when I was hoping she’d give me some subtle reaction. I’d takeanythingthat shows me she gives a shit about how I’m spending my time without her.

Gives a shit about me.

When she spins around, irritation flushes her skin. “Can you update Hannah on your conquests later? I’d like to spend some uninterrupted time with her.”

“No problem,” I drawl, giving her a salute. “Do you want me to bring your suitcase upstairs? Though I must say, you have some pretty nice guns now, so you might be able to handle it on your own.”

She muttersassholeas she storms upstairs with her suitcase in tow, and I use the opportunity to check out her ass.

Now that view is what dreams are made of. She’s gotten herself into killer shape, and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for a glimpse of her naked.

I’m sure she still tastes exactly like mine.

Chuckling, I turn to face her parents. “I’d say that reunion went pretty well, wouldn’t you? She’s clearly madly in love with me.”

Julia giggles like a schoolgirl. “Oh, you’re definitely winning her over.”

If there’s one thing I’ve never doubted in my life, it’s how much I love that firecracker of a woman who is currently upstairs cursing my existence.

Chapter 5

Victory

God,Ihateeverythingabout the insufferable Cade Fenway.

He’ssucha prick, and I can’t believe I’m stuck with him when I would rather spend time with literally anyone else who has ever graced the planet.

I’m sure Napoleon was a real treat in comparison.

After opening Aidan’s new fleet, Hannah starts to unpack my suitcase. My room is exactly how I left it with the faded AC DC posters, a random assortment of stuffed animals, and treasured childhood books filling four bookshelves to the brim.

There’s nowhere in the world that sets my heart more at ease.

Until I turn to look out the window and find a shirtless Cade.

For. Fuck. Sake.

He’s oblivious to my gaze as he strips down and, despite myself, I wish his window pane was just a bit lower. Sure, he’s a complete asshole, but that doesn’t detract from the fact that he’s also so hot it’s a physical ache.

Well, until he opens his damn mouth.

Cade’s chest is a sculpture of the perfect male specimen. He’s all hard lines and edges right from thestupiddefinition in his pecs down to hisridiculousabs that actually make memad.

Of course, he has the goddamninfuriatingV of muscle at his hips that leads down to what I happen to know from very vivid experiences is averybig cock.

As in – huge.

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