Mobbed by Him (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) (3 page)

It was kind of pathetic really that these women just
sought after wealth and fame. It was like so many shallow women in Hollywood
that do everything in their power to sleep with a celebrity. I was no different;
they wanted to take the heart of a womanizer like me. To be the girl that
finally caged the beast was a real power trip for some of these ladies. I was
considered to be a pretty big prize to be won, and I wouldn't be going down
without a fight that was for sure.

One of my boys started pouring shots for all of us and
the women started approaching as if they had caught my scent. They were heat
seeking missiles that managed to find me no matter where I went. My booth
filled up quickly which my boys loved. Hey, there was more than enough to go
around. More often than not my boys always managed to pick up my leftovers. I
was rarely with the same girl twice. She had to be pretty special in the
bedroom as I was, so I often ignored the women until they went off with someone
new. Sorry ladies, I didn't want anyone to get too attached to me.

“Johnny, pour these ladies some drinks, let’s get them
hammered.”

There was laughing all around me as I leaned back in
my seat. I scanned the crowd to see if I recognized anyone. It was important to
know who was around you at all times. I didn't like surprises. I recognized
most everyone as regulars at the club, as it was usually the same old people
that came around. Suddenly I noticed someone new. I had never seen the girl in
the club before. She was certainly someone you wanted to admire, however. She
leaned against the bar and was surveying the crowd herself. She was absolutely
breathtaking in a short white dress that clung to her sexy frame. She was the
most stunning brunette I had seen in quite some time. The way she carried
herself surprised me. Most of the women I knew had fake confidence. They walked
with their head held high but if you talked to them long enough you would find
that they were incredibly insecure. This girl however had no men around her at
the moment and she appeared as if she couldn’t have cared less. She was her own
woman. She didn't look around for men, she didn't try to make eye contact,
she
appeared to be just living in the moment. So if she
wasn't out searching for a man then what was she doing there? She clearly had
come alone, since there was no girl by her side. She just stood there leaning against
the bar and casually looking around the room.

I knew I had never seen her there before, because she
was the kind of girl you would remember seeing. I would have had my hands on
her in seconds had I seen her before. I always came to that club — it was rare
that I ventured somewhere new. I liked the people and they treated me well.
Plus, some of the hottest women in the city came to that club, so why go
anywhere else? This girl stuck out however. I wasn't sure how she had managed
to find her way inside the club but I was going to take the opportunity to
seduce her. I was sick of the same old girl, and this one was different, I
could tell. Maybe not marriage different, but definitely interesting enough to
make me have a second look. I would know fairly early into a conversation if a
girl was worth my time.

There was no doubt about it, I would have her. I had
to have her. I could not let a vixen like her leave before I had her in my bed.
The things I would do to her caused my body to grow warm. I needed that body
against mine, I needed to be inside her. She would be mine. She was just
another target for me to sleep with. She had yet to meet a man of my
stature, that
much I could bet on. She had no idea who I was
so that would work to my advantage. I would have her eating out of the palm of
my hand in no time. She was going to be the easiest catch of the day. I would
take her home and use her up; depending on how well it went I may take her for
a second round. But I rarely ever saw a woman for the third time. There were
millions of women in the world, why would I bother to spend so much time with
just one? That could wait until I was married.

I took a big gulp of my drink and slammed it down on
the table. My boys poured me another without realizing that I was bailing. I
downed that one as well and put my hand up to stop a third pour. I looked back
at the brunette and smiled. She stood there eyeing the crowd, just waiting for
me to pounce on her. I told my boys to stay put, that I would be right back.
The bodyguards grumbled, knowing it would be their asses if anything were to
happen to me. It was all part of the job, however, and I wasn't hiding from
nobody. I straightened out my tie and, to the disappointment of the girl
sitting with me, I started walking towards the mystery lady.

Chapter
Five

Cadence

The club scene in California was extremely
overwhelming. There was nothing like that in Illinois. The place was jam packed
full of people that looked like they were all models and actors. How was it
possible to have so many beautiful people in one room? I shouldn't have been
surprised. It was Hollywood after all, wasn't that where all the beautiful
people came from? Most people flooded the area in the hopes of being the next
Ryan Gosling or Julia Roberts. It certainly wasn't why I was there; most of
these people would probably look down on me for being a lowly accountant.
That's why I was hoping to snag a job with a big corporation because they often
paid well. I would need it in a city like this. If I didn't find a job soon I
may have to consider stripping, I thought sourly. I was joking of course; I
would be a terrible stripper. I was definitely not good in front of a crowd and
I would probably need to be high and drunk just to take off my clothes. No, stripping
was definitely not my calling. Besides, I had only been there for a week; a job
was sure to come up shortly. I just needed to have more patience and keep
handing out resumes.

Being inside the bar was nerve wracking. I knew there
were dangerous people around me and I had no idea who were the
normals
and who were the killers. My heart was beating in
my chest like crazy and I knew that I needed to calm down or I would be of no
use that night. I had to stay focused and alert; if I appeared too nervous, I
may look guilty to someone like Damon. The last thing I wanted to do was to
cast suspicion on myself before I got close enough to get some answers. No, I
needed to play it real cool for a while.

“Hey sweetheart, do you need a drink?”

I turned to see the bartender giving me a warm smile.

“Yes please. Grey Goose on the rocks, thank you.”

He went about getting my drink while I watched him
prepare it. My goal was to get as much alcohol in my system so that I could be
relaxed when I talked to Damon, but not too much that I couldn't think
straight. The bartender set my drink before me and I took a dainty sip. God,
that was good. I downed the whole thing in a couple of gulps and ordered
another one.

“Thirsty there, little lady?”

I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up to see none
other than Damon standing before me in all his glory.
Holy Shit, I wasn't
ready for this. Where had he come from?

He was far more handsome in person than he was in
pictures.

“
Ya
, I guess. Long day, just
trying to relax.”

He motioned to the bartender who brought him a drink.
He must be a regular as the bartender knew exactly what he liked. He set down
my drink as well and Damon told him to keep them coming.

“Just put her drinks on my tab, please.”

“No problem, Damon,” the guy said with a wink. What
did that wink mean?

“That's really unnecessary, I can pay for my own
drinks.”

He smiled. “I'm sure you can. Where are you from, I've
never seen you in here before.”

Oh shit. Did he know everyone? Was that my
first mistake, standing out like a sore thumb? Way to go, Cadence.

I would need to lie a bit just in case he was familiar
with my family. I didn't want him to have any idea where I was from or why I
was in California.

“Oh I'm not from here. I literally just moved to Hollywood
a week ago. I wanted a fresh start. I'm from Michigan, so this is a pretty big
deal for me.”

“Wow, I bet. Though I do know some...people out there.
Are you an actress?”

“Oh god no. Though I may have to consider that as a
career choice if I don't find a job soon. I moved here because I like the
warmth. We have crazy winters in Michigan.”

“Well, what kind of work are you looking for?”

“I'm an accountant...I know, so glamourous right?”

He chuckled. “An accountant...very nice.”

He seemed lost in thought for a moment when I said,
“So, the bartender called you Damon, right?”

“Yes, and what is your name?”

“Cadence.”

“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”

I beamed at him, letting him think that he was reeling
me right in. In reality I wanted to vomit.

“Well thank you.”

We continued chatting like that for a while. The
drinks kept flowing and I continued to try to find the right moment to ask him
some questions. It just never seemed to come however. I was so scared that he
would see right through me and then I would be in real trouble. I needed to be
subtle with my questioning so that he didn't suspect a thing. The man seemed so
normal and yet he was terrifying at the same time. It was really hard to
believe that I was sitting there with a man that could very well be organizing
murders. Was it now his job to send people to kill parents now that his own
father was dead? Would he feel any regret or compassion if he had any idea what
he had put me through? Men in his position rarely felt bad for the terrible
things that they did, so why should I think that Damon would be any different?
He was just as big of a monster as his father had been. They were all alike and
I was getting really close to being in danger myself. God, what had I been
thinking coming there?

“What's say we get out of here and go back to my
place?” he asked.

Shit. What do I do?
I had drank more than I had wanted to while talking to Damon. I was not ready
to ask him anything about his job or the company he works for. I knew I
couldn't ask him anything about whether his father was part of the MOB in L.A.

“Sure, that sounds good,” I said with a nervous laugh.

I agreed to go with him to his place because it was
the only way for me to get closer to the truth about my parents’ murder.

Chapter
Six

Damon

When we arrived back at my place, I could tell by the
look on Cadence's face that she was shocked. Most girls weren't shocked to find
out that I lived in a mansion. They expected it; after all that was why they
were with me in the first place. They loved the idea of slamming a rich guy, it
was probably all they thought about.

When we approached the door, my butler,
Rodge
, came out to meet us. He presented himself to Cadence
and told her if she needed anything to let him know.

“I will leave a bottle of wine out for you, Mr.
Alexander.”

“Thanks,
Rodge
, that
would be great.”

I looked at Cadence and smiled. She returned the smile
saying, “A butler? Who exactly are you?”

“That's my little secret, Cadence.”

“Well your place is beautiful.”

“Let me show you around.”

We took a walk through the mansion which was no easy
feat. It had multiple floors and a few wings. Cadence's beautiful little mouth
hung open most of the time. I still couldn't get over how beautiful she was —
where had she come from? I found her fascinating, mainly because she didn't
seem to be falling all over me like all the other girls did. I took her through
the kitchen where she met my head chef and his staff. We then went to the
garage where I showed her my vintage cars. We wandered all through my home. It
was kind of nice showing someone around. Usually I didn't bother with such
pleasantries. We stopped off in the sitting area and I poured her a glass of
the wine that
Rodge
had left out for us.

“Thank you. Your home is very overwhelming. How do you
manage to live in such a big place?”

I looked around. “I don't know, I guess I'm just used
to it. My family has always lived this way, the life of privilege.”

I expected her to swoon and be impressed but she just
nodded absently.

“What do you do for work, Damon?”

“I worked for a big industrial company.”

“That's how you got so rich?”

“Ahh,
ya
something like
that.”

She waited for me to say more but I didn't. I wasn't
about to discuss the organization with a stranger and that wasn't why she was
here anyways.

“There is one more place that I would like to show you,
Cadence.”

“What's that?”

“The bedroom...”

Chapter
Seven

Cadence