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  JEALOUS ALPHA

  JORDAN SILVER

  Copyright © 2018 by Jordan Silver

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  CONTENTS

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Epilogue

  1

  “Stop here.” My driver pulled up to the curb and let me out. It was still early enough in the day that there weren’t too many people around, less annoyance for me to deal with.

  I walked into the coffee shop with my head down as I looked at my phone, making my way up to the counter. “I’ll have a double espresso with a twist.”

  I paid and left without once looking at the person behind the counter and walked smack dab into a warm body. “Son of a…”

  I looked up sharply at the expletive and came face to face with beauty. Maybe it’s because I wasn’t expecting it that it stopped me cold.

  She was a little bit of a thing, barely reaching my chin. But her curves under the fitted skirt suit and the wild black curls that fell over her shoulders and back painted quite a picture.

  I got just a small glimpse of her almond shaped hazel colored eyes before she looked down at herself where I’d spilled my drink.

  Her scent reached me and my body reacted so strongly the shock of it left me reeling. I stood there staring down at her as time seemed to stand still.

  She on the other hand barely acknowledged me as she turned and headed back out the door, muttering under her breath about inconsiderate assholes.

  She didn’t even let me see to her after spilling the hot drink down her chest and I felt bad, but not as bad as I felt at the thought that I might never see her again.

  The feeling of loss was so strong it was an ache in my chest and I tried calling out to her. But she was moving way too fast for me to keep up and for some reason my equilibrium seemed off. It felt like I was walking under water.

  I moved out onto the sidewalk and watched her until she disappeared around the corner. I looked up at the name of the place and the street and headed back to my car where my driver was waiting to let me in.

  I can’t say I thought of her for the rest of the ride, but she did cross my mind a time or two in the half an hour it took to reach my office.

  I wonder who she is, if she’s from around there? And why this morning of all mornings I’d chosen to stop for coffee?

  It was most definitely not the kind of place I’d usually frequent. In fact I’ve been coming this way to get from my place to the office for a few years now and never had the inclination.

  By the time I logged the secret code into my personal elevator for the ride up to my luxury office on the fiftieth floor, my mind had shifted to the coming day and what laid ahead.

  “Oh, you’re here, I need you to go over these specs before the new architect gets here.” My brother walked into my office minutes after I arrived.

  “I thought you already did that?”

  “Oh no, I’m not falling for that again. Last time I made a mistake my ears rang for a damn week after all your yelling.” This kid’s been a pain in my ass since birth.

  “Just drop it there and get out of my office. I have things to do that don’t include being annoyed by you.”

  “Fine, don’t forget she’s going to be here any minute. By the way you need to call our mother. She’s on the warpath again.”

  “What did you do this time?”

  “I like that, why is it always me? Actually this time it’s you. You missed Sunday brunch or something like that again.”

  Dammit, why does my mother think she can hold my weekends hostage? “I’ll call her later.” I was already focused on the reports in front of me before he turned to the door.

  I’d almost forgotten about the new architect that we’d hired, or more to the point my brother Gavin had hired.

  I usually let him take care of the hiring for our company while I focused on bringing in business and making money.

  Our grandfather had started the business over eighty years ago with nothing but a few thousand dollars and brute strength.

  Now, what had started out, as a mere construction-company was now one of the leading residential and commercial builders in the country.

  This latest project was taking us out of the country and Gavin had got the bright idea to hire some up and coming hotshot architect that he swears is the best thing since slice bread.

  Since I usually let him handle that side of things, I didn’t have much to say about his choice, as long as she got the job done I could care less. Though up to this point we’d only dealt with male architects.

  This woman he’s been going on about for weeks had apparently won some awards out west and was being touted as the latest talent in her field so I trust him to have it under control.

  I glossed over the specs he’d left on my desk before checking my messages to get started on another day but somehow I was too restless.

  I left the desk and moved over to the wall of glass to look down at all that my family had helped build over almost a century.

  I love this, love looking down from this great height at the different structures my father and grandfather had erected around our great city.

  Loved seeing our family name proclaimed proudly on the marquis of some of the city’s most outstanding architecture.

  This new project had been like a shot in the arm though. I’d started to grow bored I guess, and needed something new and exciting to get the blood flowing.

  The new hotel in Switzerland promised to be just the thing I needed. Not to mention the travelling back and forth should help to ease the sense of ennui that has been plaguing me the last few months.

  At thirty-two I guess I’d pretty much seen and done it all. That happens when you’ve been raised with a silver service in your mouth. You’re exposed to a lot from an early age since people are always willing to do pretty much anything when money’s involved.

  But the downside is that once you’ve tried everything by your early twenties, shit starts to become repetitious and boring as hell.

  The excitement surrounding this new project, the fact that the whole world was watching to see what we were gonna come up with had given me new life.

  Except for the constant tabloid coverage and assholes with cameras in my face, it was the best thing that could’ve happened at the right time.

  I’d dealt with the unwanted press. By that I mean I’d threatened them to within an inch of their lives for messing with my privacy until they backed the hell off.

  With that little problem taken care of I’d been able to focus on what I knew was going to be the thing that launches the company into a whole new market.

  The clie
nt had asked for something unique, something that hadn’t been done before to fit into their elite ski village in the Alps.

  They wanted it to stand out, which was our forte. My brother and I had a different vision than the one our father and grandfather had, but that was because of the change in times.

  Dad had given up the reins over five years ago, intending for me to run the company. As the eldest son I’d inherited it all, with my brother receiving a monetary inheritance along with property.

  I didn’t like that so once the company was in my hands I had my lawyers draw up a new contract making him equal partners with me.

  He’d made a fuss at first, thinking he was robbing me of what was mine, but that’s not how I saw it.

  He was as much my father’s son as I am, and had as much pride in the family name as I do. Had he been a worthless piece of shit I wouldn’t have cared so much.

  But my little brother, younger than me by five years, has always followed in my footsteps. He’s looked up to me since he was old enough to walk and the love I have in my heart for him, wouldn’t allow me to do any less than share everything with him.

  Of course there are days when I want to chuck his ass out a window just to get some peace from his constant annoyance. But the little shit can laugh his way out of anything.

  Almost as if we’d planned it, he had concentrated more on the building aspects of our family enterprise while I looked after ways of making it grow.

  I’d fought like hell to prove to our father that it was the right decision, and now with this new project, arguably the biggest one we’d tackled thus far since we took over, he was finally beginning to see the truth in my words.

  It was a great opportunity for the company to spread its wings beyond the Americas and Great Britain.

  And if this woman was as good as Gavin says she is then things should not only run smoothly, but catapult us into bigger and better things.

  2

  I got lost in reports and phone calls and lost track of time until the knock at the door. My assistant walked in with coffee in one hand and more reports in the other.

  “The rascal is on his way here with the new architect, do you need anything before they get here?”

  I looked up at the elderly woman who should’ve retired a decade ago but who was such an integral part of the company that I find it hard to part with her.

  She has very unorthodox names for my brother and I, and except for our mother is the only one allowed to get away with the blatant disrespect.

  “No Mary, he brought the specs over earlier before I chased him out.”

  “Were you two fighting again?”

  “No, your rascal was just being annoying.”

  “Yeah? And what was my little terror doing?”

  “Me? Nothing as usual. You know I’m always the innocent one in these little skirmishes.”

  She harrumphed and turned to leave the room with a parting shot. “Call your mother boy before she shows up here and turns the place upside down.”

  That’s another reason why I keep her around. Mom still worries about her boys as if we were still in the nursery.

  I know Mary is her little spy who keeps her up to date on all that’s going on with us, and the business. If it gives my mother peace of mind to have her here spying, I can live with it.

  Ten minutes later the door opened and my brother barged in, laughing as usual as he spoke to someone who was trailing him.

  He moved and I saw her. The shock was instantaneous and I stood from my chair my eyes never leaving her. My body went on full alert and it felt like all the air was trapped in my lungs.

  It was her, the woman from this morning. What was she doing here? Her eyes widened and her cheeks flushed when she recognized me.

  “What’s wrong with you two, you know each other or something?” Leave it to Gavin, the boy has no saving graces whatsoever.

  “Who are you?” I ignored my brother. In my mind my only interest was in getting her name in case she disappeared again, this way it would be easy to find her.

  “Geez Evan, this is Giavanna Gritti, the new architect.” I relaxed at his words and a slow smile started to grow on my lips. Well-well- well; looks like fate was finally going my way for once.

  “What are you smiling about brother?”

  “Nothing, I was just remembering this little birdie that flew away from me this morning.”

  “What?”

  “Nothing.” I held my hand out to her. “Giavanna, pleased to meet you, my brother has been singing your praises for weeks.”

  Her cheeks were still pink but she pulled it together and took my hand. I’m sure she too felt the electric current that went from me to her and back.

  I looked at her eyes and knew that I was right from the look of utter terror that came into them. That’s a strange reaction.

  Usually women are falling all over themselves to get this close to me, and none in recent memory had evoked such a reaction from me.

  I didn’t want to give too much away in front of Gavin, so I dropped her hand and turned my attention back to him.

  I didn’t like that she wiped her hand off on her skirt like she’d touched something dirty as soon as I looked away from her.

  I had to remind myself that she was here on business and if we give her the job I’ll have more than enough time to get to the bottom of her reaction.

  There was no doubt that I was attracted to her and though I never mix business with pleasure, this was the one time I was looking forward to it.

  “Well shall we sit?” My brother was still looking back and forth between the two of us and I guess he too could feel the tension in the room.

  I knew I was in trouble when she smiled at him and I bared my teeth. She didn’t see it, but Gavin did and gave me a questioning look.

  I listened as the two of them talked over their ideas for the new hotel, even looked over the drawings she’d come up with so far, but my mind wasn’t on the project. It was on her and the way we met.

  The fact that she was here now meant something didn’t it? So many things had been out of sync today that it was hard not to believe this was fated.

  I don’t necessarily believe in that bullshit, but how else can I explain it? First the stop at the out of the way coffee shop, then running into her, literally, and now her showing up here.

  I tried concentrating on what they were saying, but her nearness was having a profound affect on my senses and I found my mind wandering more than once.

  I saw her spread out across my desk with my head between her legs and my dick grew hard. I looked at her sharply wondering just what the hell she’d done to me when we collided this morning.

  “What do you think Evan?” I knew from his smirk that my asshole brother knew something was up with me. I glared at him before daring myself to look back at her.

  That same feeling of knowing came over me and I did something I’d never done before. “Hire her.”

  I have no idea if that’s what he’d been asking since I’d blanked out on the damn conversation, but whatever.

  He gave me another strange look but since she was his idea he didn’t make anything more of it. I’m sure he was thinking that had been too easy.

  Usually it would take me much longer to make a decision like this, and especially now with the importance of this particular project, I was just throwing my hat in the ring.

  I didn’t like the way he got all excited when he took her hand and welcomed her to the company, and if looks could singe his damn arm would’ve burned off from the look I gave it.

  “Really, I’ve got the job?” She looked at me as if she couldn’t believe it either. Had she been sitting there this whole time thinking I wouldn’t hire her because of what happened this morning?

  Of course not many people would get away with calling their new boss an inconsiderate asshole, but hey, it wasn’t her fault.

  She refused to look at me as she shook my hand a second time but I never took my e
yes off her bent head.

  This is going to be fun. I wonder how she plans on working here with me if she can’t even bring herself to look at me head on.

  “Welcome to the company Giavanna, I told you he wasn’t the ogre everyone says he is.” Gavin hugged her and I gritted my teeth and fisted my hands. I wanted to rip his throat out with my teeth. What the fuck!

  “Thank you, I’m looking forward to being here.” Did she always talk like that? So soft and alluring? Every word went to my dick.

  “Come on then, let’s get you settled in your new office and then we’ll get right to it once you’ve got your bearings. See you later brother.” I’m going to kill his ass.

  3

  I watched the two of them disappear through my office door and sat back in my chair to think about the morning’s unexpectedness.

  I’m not one for chasing after women, that’s usually the other way around. But lately I find that I’m tired of being chased.

  The game of cat and mouse with me being the mouse was no longer as exciting as it had once been. It had been months since I’d had anything approaching a serious relationship, much to my mother’s despair.

  The woman has only one thing on her mind, which is why I’ve been avoiding her weekly brunches.

  If I had to hear one more time how I was depriving her of one of life’s most precious gifts I’d shoot myself.

  I don’t know why she doesn’t get on Gavin’s ass the same way, but he never seems to feel the sharp edge of her tongue when it comes to grandchildren. She saves it all for me.

  “Okay how do you know Giavanna?” He barged back into my office and plunked his ass down in the chair in front of me.

  “What makes you think I know her?” I pretended interest in the report I’d been reading.

  We know each other too well and until I know what’s going on with me, and her, I didn’t want him sniffing around my shit.

  “Come on bro, you were practically eating her with your eyes and she was all shy around you when she’d been talkative and excited before.”