7 Degrees of Alpha (a collection of seven new BWWM, Alpha Male Romances) Read Online Free PDF Page A

her real feelings.
    What Sandra’s real feelings were, Val didn’t want to guess, especially now with her mind still reeling with thoughts of Jones. Plus, she was getting a vibe that she didn’t like too much, it made her want to ask questions of Sandra; question Damon on why he’d let her friend in when she wasn’t home. Val wanted to ask a million and one questions about why they were there alone, but she pushed it down and away. This wasn’t the time for a conflict, not when she’d made up her mind that Damon and she were breaking up anyway. If they were doing what Val had suspected for a long time now, they were welcome to each other.  She didn’t want to be that type of woman who turned a blind eye to her man cheating.
    “Hey, you,” Sandra answered. “Nah, I just thought I’d pass by because I was in the area.” Her smile was bright as she rose from the sofa and planted a kiss on Val’s cheek. 
    “Oh. When I called you earlier, you told me you were busy and couldn’t come and get me from the Police Station, so you finished what you were doing them? Val asked.
    Sandra brushed Val’s inquiry off with a shrug. “Oh, yeah. I finished that earlier. It didn’t take as long as I thought it would.”
    “Okay. No biggie. Where’s Damon?”
    “Uh, he went to take a shower, he said…Something or other like that,” Sandra responded slowly.
    “Okay, cool. Let me get changed. Be right back,” Val told her as she made her way to the bedroom to change her work clothes.
    As she passed the bathroom, she heard Damon talking and stopped to listen. His responses to whoever he was talking to were cryptic and short, giving nothing away. She shrugged her shoulders. It was clearly one of his many friends. It being a Thursday night, he was probably working, making it normal for him to hook up with his buddies or colleagues. She didn’t care; the less she saw of him, the better.
    Val opened the door to her room and noticed that the windows had been thrown open, causing the evening air to engulf the room. She didn’t care for it much, but Damon was always doing it, claiming he hated a stuffy room.
    Val snorted, thinking about the amount of cheap aftershave he used on a daily or hourly basis, so it was hardly a wonder he hated stuffy rooms!
    Val began removing her clothes, just as the door burst open to admit Damon. His muscular body took up space in the small room, making it smaller with his over-bearing presence.
    “Can’t you knock?” she asked angrily.
    “I need to knock on doors in my own home?” His chiseled ebony face registered annoyance, “Really, Val? Are you serious?”
    “How the hell was I supposed to know it was you, considering the amount of people that traipse through here some days!”
    He puffed himself up, threatening her. “And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
    “Don’t even go there!” she warned him. “You lay a finger on me, and I’m calling the police!”
    “Just try it, bitch!”
    “I ain’t even joking with you! Not today! No fucking way.” Val was scared, but she tried to hide it. She wasn’t going to let him bully her. Her mind was made up; this was the last time he was going to intimidate her.
    “Hey, if you don’t like it, you know what to do!” he told her, walking towards her menacingly.
    “Oh, we’re back on this conversation again, are we?” Val pulled her blouse closed, turning on him in fury. “I think you’re the one who needs to find a new place, seeing as this one is mine! I pay the damn bills here!”
    “Maybe I fucking will!” Damon shouted.
    “Then what’s goddamn holding you?”
    “Hey, hey! Hold it down you two! God!” said Sandra, trying to defuse the argument and instill some calm. She’d walked down the hall when she’d heard them shouting, knowing they wouldn’t get too out of hand with her there. Damon could be a little hands-on when he wanted.
    “Listen, bitch!” Damon stabbed his finger at Val. “I don’t need your shit!