Free Together Forever: Billionaire Alpha by Ali Parker Page A

how excited she was to show him the tight little white dress she bought for the party as her eyes landed on the one person she hoped not to see. Christa.
    The pretty blond wasn’t as attractive off the pages of the magazine, but she still brought it - big time. She moved toward the table, a look of excitement on her features. She glanced at Bethany, but quickly shifted back to Damon.
    “Damon Bryant?” She spoke a little too loud.
    He turned and looked over his shoulder. “Christa. What’re you doing here?”
    Bethany glanced at Matt as Damon got up and hugged the lovely model. He turned and introduced her to the table as an old friend and a current client. Matt rolled his eyes and pretended to stab her in the butt with his knife. Bethany laughed and turned back to breakfast, not wanting to see the two of them close together. She didn’t need anything to detract from all of Damon’s claims. She was his woman. This chick was just grasping for straws. Sucks for her to lose the best thing that most likely ever happened to her.
    Damon sat down as Christa moved up to talk to Kent for a few minutes. Bethany slid her hand along his thigh and leaned against him as he put his arm behind her again. She smiled reassuringly and he leaned over, brushing his lips by her cheek. He pressed a soft kiss to her ear.
    “See? Told you she looked like the top of an old broom mop. You’re so insanely beautiful. She’s got to be jealous. I would be.” He kissed her ear again and moved back, picking up a large plate of waffles and holding it in front of her. “Here, baby. Get a big one and we’ll share it.”
    Bethany glanced down the table, unable to help herself. Christa only seemed to have eyes for Damon, but those eyes weren’t showing joy at all. She looked rather pissed.
    Good.
     
    “Damn that was delicious. If I could just live here and eat platters of bacon my life would be complete.” Matt stretched, his bright yellow and orange t-shirt slipping up and showing the muscles of his stomach.
    Bethany ran her hand over them, tugging at his shirt in surprise. “You totally have a six-pack.”
    “Of course I do. I work out. Hellur?” He tugged his shirt down and glanced behind Bethany as they all stood around the table. “Get your woman off of me. She’s likely to fall for my beauty, creating a fissure between us that I don’t want and you don’t need.”
    Bethany rolled her eyes and moved to Damon, wrapping her arms around him. His white button down shirt was loose and made for the beach. “You look good.”
    “You look, feel and taste good.” He pressed his lips to hers as Matt made a loud gagging sound.
    Damon pulled back and licked at his lips, his eyes boring into Bethany. He glanced up at Matt as his lip lifted. “What’s the matter? Thought you were worried about her leaving me for you? I just wanted to remind her who her lover was.”
    “Okay. Enough. Thank you. Siblings here.” Matt held up his hands and walked out onto the beach from the table.
    Bethany released Damon and gave her mom a quick hug as Erica moved up beside her. Weariness sat heavy on the other woman. Bethany reached out and squeezed her new friend’s shoulder.
    “You okay? You look tired.”
    “Yeah. I stayed with Matt last night and I don’t think I slept a wink.”
    “Oh. Like…” Bethany stopped herself, not sure how open of a person Erica was.
    “I wish. More like, we were both in different beds not sure what to say to each other and too worried about snoring or talking in our sleep to actually get any sleep.”
    “Come back to our room tonight. Damon and I can have time together during the day or when we get home. I don’t want you exhausted.”
    “No way. We’re good. I just need to stop letting Matt’s concerns become my own. I know what I want. I’m about to stop dicking around and just take it.” She shrugged and nodded toward the boys. “Looks like they are hoping for a game of volleyball. You up for it?”
    “Hell