Her Two Alphas

by T. S. Ryder

  “What did you just say?” I heard myself blurt out. I hadn’t meant to overreact like that, but I could feel my fists balling up. Jonathan held up his hands in a defensive stance, the smile still on his face.

  “Just commenting on the news that has been doing the rounds. Mother told me Kayla came to visit you at night, to pick up a report. I only put two and two together. Plus, you turned Marcia away. That never happens. You don’t refuse any woman who throws herself at you.” Jonathan was still smirking as he spoke.

  I could feel my blood boiling.

  “Shut up Jonathan,” I said through gritted teeth and he laughed.

  “Is that the best you can do little brother?” he asked and I took a few steps towards him.

  “Kayla is my PA. Don’t you talk about her like that again,” I said, glaring into his eyes. None of it bothered Jonathan. He had always been the kind of guy who was sure of himself, of his strength and power.

  “Exactly, Oscar. She’s just your PA. Why do you care so much?” he asked, scratching the top of his hand. I could feel the ache in my jaw as I continued to grit my teeth. He was right, I didn’t know why this had angered me so much, but I couldn’t control it. I wanted to punch my brother, right in the face.

  “I like people who work for me to be treated with respect,” I managed to say and Jonathan stood up from his chair.

  “Easy there, little brother. If it wasn’t for father’s kind-heartedness, you wouldn’t even have a PA. You should be grateful that you have a job here, instead of trying to boss me around.” He stepped closer to me. He had to look up slightly to look into my face, but he wasn’t intimidated by his lack of height. He knew he could play me, manipulate me emotionally.

  “I’m grateful to father for the opportunity. Not to you. Maybe if you’d done your job properly all these years, he wouldn’t have been forced to call me in to handle it,” I said, trying to calm myself down. Jonathan threw back his head and laughed.

  “Sure, Oscar.” His voice changed suddenly. The threatening menace had disappeared and he had changed it to one of light-heartedness, so much so that I worried that I had been imagining his threat. Jonathan was very good at manipulating people. That was what he had done to Sandra as well.

  “Don’t be such a lightweight, Jonathan,” I said, following him with my eyes as he walked away from me.

  “I’m not. I understand that this is all new to you and it’s all gone to your head. You’ll get used to it. The power, the money, the responsibilities. Enjoy Kayla while she lasts, and let me know when you need a new one, little brother,” he said and turned to throw me a wink before walking out of the office.

  I turned back to my desk, walked to the chair and sat down. My emotions were running wild, I couldn’t be sure of my actions anymore. What was Jonathan saying? Why didn’t he respect me? How could he treat me like a child still, after all the work I was putting in?

  “Good morning Sir.” I heard Kayla’s voice. She had noiselessly entered my office and taken me by surprise. I needed some time to recover from my brother before I could deal with her.

  “Morning,” I mumbled as she walked over to me with purpose.

  “I have your schedule printed out for the day and I’ll type up your notes from yesterday,” she said, shuffling through the papers in her hands.

  As always, Kayla looked beautiful in the mornings, a different kind of beautiful. Her hair was tied up like the previous night when she stormed out of my house. She was in her usual skirt suit and a green blouse. Her shoes were tall black stilettos that made her butt sway when she walked. Her makeup was minimal and she looked clean and fresh, like a breath of sweet spring air.

  “Thanks, Kayla,” I managed to say, trying to avoid her eyes. I knew she didn’t want to talk about last night, so I tried to steer my mind off it. There were too many things to worry about anyway.

  “Can I get you some coffee? Some donuts?” she asked, tucking in the papers under her arm. We looked at each other in silence for a few seconds and then I shook my head.

  “No, I’m good, thank you,” I replied and she turned on her heels to go.

  “Kayla, wait,” I blurted out and she stopped. I wasn’t sure where I was going with that, all I knew was that I didn’t want her to leave. I wanted to look at her just a little longer.

  “About last night. I apologize again. You were right to leave, I shouldn’t have pressed you to stay.” The words came tumbling out of my mouth. I hadn’t intended on saying any of those things. She licked her lips and sighed.

  “It’s forgotten now, Sir,” she said and we held each other’s gaze for a few moments. It was hard to imagine that a woman who could be so professional during the day could be so ravishing at night, without batting an eyelid. How did she do it?

  “I hope this doesn’t affect our contract,” I asked and Kayla raised her eyebrows.

  “Not for me. Not yet,” she said and looked away from me, down at the papers in her hands. Did I make her shy again? I stood up from my chair and tried to catch her gaze.

  “Good, because that would be a shame. I wanted to rip that dress off of you, with my parents in the next room,” I said in a low voice and I watched her shift in her shoes. She refused to look me in the eye.

  “We shouldn’t be discussing this in the office,” she said eyeing me with an embarrassed look on her face.

  “It’s my office and I get to say what I want. You’re free to leave if you like,” I said. It was amazing how just her presence had calmed me down. The rage and anger that had been coursing through my veins since the previous night, brought to its tipping point with my brother’s arrival, had all suddenly disappeared when Kayla walked in.

  I wanted to keep her here with me. I didn’t necessarily want to talk about sex or her body. But there was nothing work-related to discuss. I wanted to keep hearing her voice nonetheless.

  She looked up at me and met my gaze.

  “I wore it because I knew you’d feel that way,” she murmured softly and I almost laughed at her shyness. I hadn’t expected her to be like that and it took me by delighted surprise.

  I walked around the desk closer to her.

  “When is my first meeting of the day?” I asked her and she looked at the printed schedule in her hand.

  “In an hour,” she said and looked back at me, a glint of curiosity in her eyes. She was enjoying the idea. We had never done this here before, and I was glad to see that she was warming to the idea.

  “Then we should get started immediately, shouldn’t we?” I said and she turned on her heels again.

  My heart was beating out of my chest. That was the last thing I wanted, to scare her away. I regretted having suggested it. Had I mistaken the look in her eyes? Was she disgusted with me?

  Kayla reached the door, turned the lock and then faced me again.

  “Not a minute to waste,” she said and bit down on her lip. I reached for my tie and loosened it in one quick motion. I couldn’t wait to see her naked again.

  Chapter Nine

  Kayla

  I had always wondered what he would feel like in the mornings. His clothes were freshly dry cleaned and ironed. His hair was neatly styled back, a few curls straying over his forehead. He smelt new and clean and masculine. I had daydreamed about him, only a few times, while he sat at meetings or called out notes to me. His jaw was set in a tight square line, his eyes were intense, professional. I had wondered what he would be like, naked, in my arms.

  And there he was now, undressing. His clothes fell in a heap around him as he strode towards me. I had stood motionless, quiet, watching him.

  He reached me and with a thud, pushed me against the wall and started kissing me. He was holding me up so my shoes slipped off my feet of their own accord. He pinned my arms to the wall and continued to kiss me, pushed his tongue through my parted lips and into my mouth. His hands clenched the bun behind my head and he undid my hair.

  He was completely naked and I was fully dressed, and the feeling w
as overwhelming. I could feel his hard dick throbbing against my hip as he pressed himself against me.

  While we were kissing, he started undoing the buttons on my jacket and then my blouse. Our lips were still fused when he pulled my clothes off me. Within seconds, I was only in my lace underwear.

  He pulled me off the wall in one swift motion while I held on to his arms. His muscles were ripped, I could see his chiseled torso as he swung me off the wall and then placed me on his desk.

  I could feel my back against the papers, files and other things on the desk, but neither of us cared. Our lips had pulled apart now as he towered over my body. He was looking at me, at my breasts, at the growing wetness between my thighs. I pressed my legs together but he instantly pulled them apart again.

  “Let me see,” he said, in a low grunting voice and he continued to stare. I could feel my cheeks get warm. I felt exposed, shy of myself and my body, but Oscar was enjoying himself. He was examining all the parts of my body that he had already touched and which he now had access to again.

  I tried to wrap my legs around his waist and pull him towards me, but he struggled against it. Instead, I felt his fingers starting to stroke the hot throbbing core of me. He had pushed my panties aside and was slowly stroking me.

  My back arched involuntarily with the touch. His eyes were focused on me, as I bit down on my lip. He pushed two of his fingers into me, and they slowly slid in and slid out. I muffled a moan with my hand and whipped my face away from him.

  Oscar Connell was enjoying watching me writhe and my face squirm as he pleasured me. I was helpless against him, against what he was doing to me.

  With his other hand, he flicked my nipples, pressed them hard while he increased the pace with which he was stroking me. I muffled another moan and arched my back upwards.

  His motion was quick, and he was reaching me deep inside. I could feel him reaching me in a place nobody had gone to before. I looked at him, standing between my open legs at the end of the table. His face was intense, he was staring at me like he was on a mission. He wanted to watch me orgasm.

  I was getting there quickly. I could feel the juices leak out of me as he repeatedly shoved in his fingers. He was taking me there, I could see it coming. My mind was reeling, the smell of him had invaded my nostrils…I was about to tip over the edge when he stopped.

  I gasped and rose up to meet his face. I was so close, I was throbbing, yearning for him to finish me.

  “Not so fast. Wait for me,” he said and then climbed on top of me. We were both on the desk. My legs dangled from the end while he enveloped me in his limbs. His arms held me tightly to his chest and I could feel the roughness of his thighs, his calves around me.

  He thrust himself inside me as quickly as he had stopped. I gasped again. Our bodies were pressed against each other. My bare breasts were now against his chest. He had lifted me off the desk while he pumped into me repeatedly. I could see the muscles on his arms strain, his neck redden as he fucked me with a new force.

  I hadn’t been expecting it. He was sliding in and out of me and I could hear the desk squeak. He didn’t seem to care. I moaned and he placed his hand on my mouth as I squeezed my eyes shut. I could feel my body soaring as I felt the weight of him on top of me.

  Our bodies were like one entity, and in that moment I knew I was my mother’s daughter. I loved this man. I might not know him, but I had fallen for my boss. The boss to whom I was just part of a deal.

  I could feel tears pricking the back of my eyelids. He was sliding in and out of me, holding me tightly as both our bodies screamed for more.

  I opened my eyes and found him looking at me. That look of intensity had been replaced by calmness. He was staring at me in peace, while the rest of his body pleasured me. He wanted to watch, out of curiosity, like he was trying to figure me out.

  “Kayla,” he suddenly whispered and I licked my lips.

  “Oscar,” I whispered back and his body jolted. He was coming inside me and I decided to let go as well. Both our bodies jerked, his eyes rolled back in his head and his face reddened. I could feel my toes curl as my body contracted against him. I had never felt this good before, even with him.

  There was a knock on the door and my head whipped around to him. I could see the panic in his eyes too.

  “Who is it?” he called out loudly, pulling himself out of me. I felt empty inside as he jumped off the desk. The door was being pushed open, but thankfully I had remembered to lock it before we began.

  “Why is the door locked, Oscar?” Jonathan Connell’s voice streamed through the room and I watched Oscar rush to pick up his clothes. He picked mine up off the floor and threw them to me.

  “I’m a little busy at the moment, Jonathan. Can we talk in about half an hour?” He asked, stepping into his pants. I tried to rush into my clothes, missing a few buttons and then having to start all over.

  I felt embarrassed and dirty again. I couldn’t believe I had agreed to this. We had been so careful all this time.

  “Busy with what?” Jonathan called out again while Oscar was buttoning up his shirt.

  “Let's just talk later,” Oscar replied, and threw me a worried look.

  I was trying to tie up my hair just as Jonathan pushed the door again, but it didn’t give way.

  “What is going on in there, Oscar? Do you have Kayla there with you?” he asked again and this time, he laughed. Oscar threw me a look and I felt my heart drop. Had the two brothers been discussing me? Was I a part of some sort of joke? Oscar had made me swear to secrecy, was he talking about me to his brother behind my back?

  I turned away from Oscar and walked back to the desk. My folder of papers was scattered now and I started collecting them again.

  “Jonathan. Please leave.” I heard Oscar say again, but his brother was not ready to take no for an answer.

  “Hi, Kayla! I know you’re in there. Oh c’mon Oscar, open up,” Jonathan said. This time, I looked at Oscar and he might have seen the tear in my eye.

  “How is she going to get out if you don’t open the door?” Jonathan asked and Oscar watched as I walked over to the door and unlocked it. It swung open and Jonathan was standing there, with a smirk on his face.

  “Hello, Kayla. How lovely to see you,” he said as I hung my head and walked past him. I didn’t know what else I could do.

  “Hey, Kayla!” Jonathan called out to me as I hurried down the hallway. He had called out to me so loudly that several people turned to look. I stopped in my tracks but didn’t turn to look at him. I kept my head hung low.

  “You might have missed a few buttons there,” he said with a loud laugh and I started running.

  I still had the folder under my arm when I ran out of the building. In broad daylight, this time, I ran to my house. I was done. I could never go back there. I couldn’t possibly work in an environment where I had lost the respect of everyone. After years of dedicating my time to it.

  I entered my apartment and slammed the door shut behind me. I decided to call my mother. I needed to, I had to hear her voice of reassurance.

  “Hi, mama,” I said into the phone when she answered.

  “Shouldn’t you be at work?” she asked and I nearly broke down.

  “I’m quitting my job mama,” I said, and this time, I did break down. I was howling into the phone, while my mother quietly listened to me cry.

  “What happened baby?” she asked, after several minutes of hearing me sniffle and howl.

  “I was having an affair with my boss,” I said. I couldn’t think of any made up excuse. Besides, I couldn’t lie to her. She would know I was lying anyway.

  “Kayla…” she said, in a low empathetic voice. She knew exactly what I was going through.

  “Are you pregnant?” was her first question and I snapped at her.

  “No!”

  “I was just asking baby. Is it over now? Did he end it?” she asked and I sniffed as I wiped my cheeks.

  “I’m ending it because I can�
��t do it anymore,” I said and I heard mama sigh.

  “Why are you crying then, baby?” she asked and I gulped. I remained silent.

  “Why are you so sad if you’re ending it with him? You should be happy that it’s in your power and control to be able to walk away. I didn’t have a choice, I was shoved away. Left with nothing.” Mama’s voice was kind and understanding, much like Janet Connell’s voice. She was making sense, but I couldn’t explain to her or me why I was this sad.

  “I’m just embarrassed and upset that I have to quit my job,” I managed to say and heard mama take a deep breath.

  “Baby, you barely ever cry. Something more is going on. Something to do with your heart.”

  I bit down on my lip. I didn’t want to tell her that I was in love with Oscar Connell. That I had ended up doing the only thing I promised myself I wouldn’t let happen, falling for him. I couldn’t tell her all those things because then she would know that her daughter was going through exactly the same thing she had gone through herself. But something told me that I didn’t have to spell it out for her because she already knew.

  Chapter Ten

  Oscar

  My knuckles hurt from the punch. It caught Jonathan right on the nose and I watched him grab his face, his eyes widened and a loud shriek escaping his lips. He buckled to the floor and when I saw the blood dripping down his nose, I was glad Kayla was gone. I couldn’t imagine that she would have been impressed to see me punch my own brother. Even though he deserved it, even though I did it for her.

  I jerked my hand up and down to try and numb the pain in my knuckles, then stepped over Jonathan and started walking down the office floor.

  “Call my brother an ambulance,” I said to a man at his desk who had caught my eye. Everyone else was trying to avoid my gaze. Not that I cared. I didn’t care what anyone else thought, whether they liked Jonathan more than me, or any of that. All I cared about was finding Kayla.

  But she was gone. She had vanished into thin air by the time I reached the ground floor. I had no idea where she lived. I could very easily find out from HR, that is if they were willing to give me that information. But I didn’t want to add to any office gossip that might hurt her. Plus, she probably needed some time away from me. Me, who had just destroyed her career.