Chapter 1

 
“It’s finally over.” Alexander breathed a sigh of relief. He
thought it’d never be over. After being married to Tracey, his
father’s assistant, for a year, he realized that she only married
him to get ‘Jenson’ at the end of her name. And to think that he
was actually in love with her. He felt stupid. Used. But not
anymore. After a messy divorce that lasted for months, he was
finally free of her. She’d tried to wiggle out of him millions of
dollars; thank God his family had some of the best lawyers money
could buy. And now, his lawyer just told him that it was finally
over- he was finally free of that woman. He sagged in his chair,
feeling relieved for the first time in months. “I should get a
drink,” he said. “Go out and celebrate right after you divorce your
wife. That’s a good idea,” his lawyer said, voice dripping with
sarcasm. Alexander scowled at him, “Hey, I’m happy to be rid of
her! She was using me.” “If you wish.” Alexander rolled his eyes.
He didn’t really care what his lawyer thought. He was going to go
out to the club that his friend, Jackson Forester, owned, and get a
drink. Maybe pick up a chick just to spite Tracey’s memory. With
that decided, he clapped his lawyer on the shoulder, “Thank you for
everything.” “Of course- it’s my job.” Alexander went to his room
and changed into a pair of jeans, white T-shirt, and leather
jacket. He put on some of that perfume that made panties drop,
since he was a single man now, then headed to his garage. He
decided to take his sports car, just in case he did pick up a
chick. Which he was planning on doing. He and Tracey didn’t ever
have much of a sex life in the first place. He peeled out of his
garage and headed to the club.
 
When he walked
in, he felt the thrill of music flow through his body. Yeah. He
hadn’t been to a club in a long time. Since he married Tracey,
really. He walked over to the bar where a woman and Jacob were
slinging drinks. “Jacob,” he said. Jacob turned to look at him and
narrowed his eyes. Then his eyes widened in recognition,
“Alexander. Long time no see man. How’ve you been? Wait, hold that-
let me make this drink real quick,” Jacob said. Alexander nodded
and waited while he made the drink. When he was done, he came back
over, “How’ve you been?” Alexander shrugged, “Just finalized the
divorce.” Jacob’s eyebrows rose, “Divorce?” Alexander nodded, “Yup.
How are Jackson and Catherine? And the kid?” Jacob grinned,
“Jackson’s in the back doing office work right now. He and
Catherine are doing great. They had a baby boy a few months ago so
she’s at home with him and Belle.” Alexander couldn’t help but
smile. He was, after all, the reason that Jackson and Catherine
were together. At least he’d like to think he was. “That’s good.”
“What do you want to drink?” “Whiskey.” “Coming right up.” Jacob
slid him over a glass a minute later. “So you’re here to drown your
sorrows in alcohol?” Alexander laughed, “That woman was using me.
I’m not sad. I’m pissed.” Jacob nodded his head, “I see.” Alexander
threw back his drink. He’d lied. He wasn’t just pissed; he was
heartbroken. He loved Tracey- gave up a perfectly good business
marriage and his parents’ favor to be with her. Okay, he also gave
the business marriage up because Catherine was in love with someone
else as well. But that’s beside the point. And to think that the
whole time she’d been laughing behind his back at how stupid he
was. Guess whoever coined the phrase ‘love makes you blind’ was
right. He was so fucking blind. He hadn’t realized he got lost in
his thoughts until Jacob patted him on the shoulder. “There’s
somebody perfect out there for you.” Alexander raised an eyebrow,
“What about you? Find someone perfect?” Jacob scoffed, “I’m not
looking.” “Sure….” Jacob laughed and went to serve more drinks
because the other bartender was getting swamped. It was a Friday
night. Alexander turned his attention to the other bartender. She
was hot. She had fiery red hair pulled back into one braid,
gorgeous green eyes, a little too much make-up, and a killer body.
Maybe he’d tap that a little later tonight.
 
Earlier that day…
Erika just
felt numb. She didn’t want to cry. She wasn’t super pissed. She
didn’t want to burn the entire male population. In the back of her
mind, she already knew her boyfriend of five years was cheating on
her. She just refused to see the signs for what they were: like him
always insisting they weren’t ready for marriage yet whenever she
brought it up. But she couldn’t ignore the ‘sign’ right in front of
her. He was having sex, in their bed, and it wasn’t with her.
Because he owned the apartment they’d be sharing for two years now,
she simply packed her stuff and left, without a word or backwards
glance. He didn’t try to stop her. She ended up at her twin,
Erin’s, apartment. And being the loving twin Erin was, she welcomed
her with open arms.
 
That night,
Erin had to go to work. She was a bartender. And from what Erika
could tell, she loved her job. Erika was in between jobs at the
moment. She had enough money saved up for her to live comfortably
for at least a year before she needed to start looking for a job.
She was in no rush. Her life used to revolve around her and her
ex’s relationship, so with him gone now, she needed to re align
herself. What did she want with her life. But tonight wasn’t the
night for that. Tonight, she was going to have some fun. Her ex
hated clubs because, apparently, she was too attractive and guys
would be hitting on her whether she was taken or not. She rolled
her eyes at that thought and got ready. She was going to check out
the club that Erin worked at. Maybe Erin would give her free
drinks. Just kidding.
 
She got to the
club around 10, which she knew was around Erin’s break time. Maybe
they’d grab a drink and hit the dance floor for a moment. She
walked in and headed to the bathroom just to check her make-up one
last time. Always make sure your make-up is perfect before heading
out into a club. When she walked out, she bumped into a hard body.
She knew it was a man. Erika looked up into the most handsome face
she’d ever seen.
 
Alexander
looked down into the face of the bartender. She’d gone on break
about twenty minutes ago. Clearly, she’d used that time to let her
beautiful hair down, remove half the make-up off her face so he
could see a few freckles across her nose, and change into a killer
outfit. Now she looked stunning. He found himself growing hard. She
must have felt it too since they were pressed up against each other
because she blushed and took a step back. “I’m sorry,” she
squeaked. He smiled that killer smile that made women fall on their
knees. “That’s alright. In a hurry?” She blinked then shook her
head, “Not really. You?” “No. Would you like to dance?” She smiled,
“Sure.” They headed to the dance floor. Alexander was thankful he
hadn’t left yet or he would’ve missed her. The dance floor had a
decent amount of people- enough to get lost in but everyone wasn’t
grinding against the people around them. He, however, was grinding
against the bartender. And that grinding turned to erotic making
out, which led them outside of the club to the hotel next door.
They barely got into the room before they tore one another’s
clothes off and tumbled onto the bed.
 
Early the next morning….
Alexander
retrieved his ringing phone off the nightstand and answered,
“Jenson.” “Alexander.” He sat up, “Father.” “I would do it myself
but I am a bit tied down here. Could you fly to New York and close
the deal with that software company?” Alexander sighed as he
glanced at the bartender, “Sure.” “The plane is fueled up and
ready. I need you to be in the air within an hour.” “No problem.”
His father hung up. Deciding against waking his companion, he
quietly got up, gathered his stuff, and slipped out.