Alpha Kane - The Complete Series

By Caleb Stone

THE ENTIRE ALPHA KANE SERIES IS AVAILABLE HERE IN ONE COMPLETE STEAMY M/M COLLECTION!

Twenty-one year old Liam Hopkins- a whiz with numbers, engaged to marry his boss's daughter, and straight as an arrow. Or so he thought.

Donovan Kane- a self-made no-holds-barred billionaire who doesn't take no for an answer- not in the boardroom, and not in the bedroom either.

Right from their very first encounter, their explosive, albeit confusing chemistry is undeniable even to Liam himself-- flukes do happen, after all. But when a shady twist of fate brings the two together again, Liam will face the ultimate test... 

And failing's not an option for Liam, not with everything he has on the line. But then again, Donovan Kane's not exactly one to back down, not until he's gotten exactly what he wants.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Caleb Stone
• Release date: Jul 29, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386275992

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Alpha Kane - Book 1

Donovan

I could destroy him with one hard thrust. Watching him press his hands against the glass counter, drooling over the kind of jewelry he’ll never be able to afford, makes me want to fuck him even more. The thought of tearing his tight grey slacks off those legs and spanking that firm ass of his...

And the best part of it all, he actually thinks he’s straight.

He’s dressed like he works in one of the office buildings around here, but his babyface gives him away. Too young to work on the strip full-time, but just old enough to make it all perfectly legal.

I’m so tired of the usual fare, hell I’d rather jerk off half the time instead. But him, he looks so...

Ripe.

And ready to try something different.

Something hotter.

Something...

Like me.

Liam

I just wanted to relax during my lunch break. Poke around Jade’s Fine Clothing and Accessories, as if I needed to be reminded of how pathetically poor I am. But nobody ever said I’d make my riches as an intern for an accounting firm. A decent living eventually, yes, but never the kind of cash that people who shop in a store like this have.

I’ve been checking out the same silver watch for almost ten minutes. Not so much because I love overpriced pieces of metal, but because of him...

I swear I’m not into guys, never have been. But I find myself completely unable to not check him out every chance I get. Dark, full hair that could fill the cover of GQ in a heartbeat. Eyes and skin that glow with more life than any other man I’d ever seen. I don’t usually give two shits about expensive suits, but the way his suit fits his well-built chest and arms, it’s impossible not to look. Not too mention, that suit alone is worth enough to pay off most of my school loans when I graduate in May.

I’m over the top embarrassed to admit this, even to myself, but I can’t deny the fact that this guy’s...

Hot?

Our eyes suddenly meet by chance, and they stay locked for far too long. I look away the first chance I’m able to, before he calls security on me for creeping on him like this.

I’m better off not looking anyway, the least of which my fiancé Heather would cancel the engagement if she knew I was checking out some other dude.

Would you like to try one on? a store clerk asks, his eyes suspicious of my ability to afford anything in this store excluding the free samples of cologne.

Me? Um, no, I stumble, then notice the gorgeous mystery dude looking in my direction.

The clerk adjusts his stuffy bow tie and pulls out a key to unlock the glass counter. Don’t be silly, the least I can offer you is a quick test drive.

I stare at the watch before saying, Sure, I’ll try it on. I look over at the excessively good looking mystery man and feel a sickening wave of disappointment.

He’s gone.

Just be careful putting it on, the clerk pauses as he hands me the watch, you don’t want to drop that baby.

Thanks for the reminder asshole.

How much? I say, trying to appear as though I’m actually seriously considering purchasing the watch.

The clerk raises both of his eyebrows, Why do you ask?

What’s that supposed to mean? I say.

The clerk looks me up and down, then surrenders. Thirty Five. It’s one of our more expensive watches because of the diamond inserts. You have good taste, I’ll give you that.

Three thousand dollars to tell time? A bit overpriced, don’t you think?

The clerk presses his lips firmly together, not amused in the slightest bit. "It’s thirty-five thousand, not hundred. Are you done?"

I swallow hard from embarrassment.

Now completely disinterested in my existence, the clerk locks the watch back up underneath the glass counter as I take one last look around for him.

By now I’m actually kind of relieved that he’s gone. I don’t know what I was even thinking in the first place.

I walk away from the counter, towards the men’s clothing section of the store. I still have another twenty minutes before I have to get back to my internship. It’s not the most thrilling internship in the world, accounting never is. But I’ve always been a whiz at anything related to numbers. I’m not proud of this fact, or even excited about it. It’s just the way things are for me. That said, the only way I could make my career slightly interesting is to specialize in white collar crime stuff, the kind of shit where rich guys in suits try to fudge the numbers so they can greedily quadruple their millions. The thing about guys like that, they always think they’re smarter than  the rest of the world...

I pull a pair of designer jeans off the rack, a pair that retails for $220. I decide to try them on given that Heather always bugs me about having one really good pair of jeans, although I don’t think she needs them to be this good. Not that I’m gonna actually buy them regardless.

The second I turn around to head towards the dressing room, I bump right into another shopper. My foot gets tripped up on the pair of jeans in my hand, causing me to go tumbling down...

On top of the other shopper.

It all happens so fast, but I can’t help but notice how soft my landing, crashing down into a body much larger than mine, armed with wide, muscular shoulders and arms. I try to get off the shopper, but the jeans I was going to try on are cut under the shopper’s legs. Mortified, I lift my head and to get a better look.

It’s him.

My faces turns a deep, deep red. I don’t know what’s more embarrassing, the fact that I fell on top of this guy, or the fact that I’m like a petrified eighth grade boy about to ask a girl to dance.

His eyes are dark even more magnetic up close. I pretend to try to pull my stuck jeans up from under his leg, but I really I find it impossible to unlock my gaze with him.

Shop here often? he says, his voice deep and penetrating.

Um, yeah, no, not really... I bumble about like a total douche.

He grins, like he knows something I don’t know.

I tug gently at the trapped pair of jeans as I say, I... I can’t get up.

I find that hard to believe, he says, but if you insist...

If I insist on what? I say, still pretending to tug on the jeans.

He smiles, then undeniably shifts his hips. I can feel his bulging cock underneath my groin, and a flash of heat overcomes me. If you insist on continuing to fool yourself, he says, trapping me with his eyes.

Confused? Yes. Discombobulated? Hell yes. But gay?

No fucking way, not me.

Gay guys don’t get engaged to hot chicks. Gay guys don’t make very specific plans to raise a family with their boss’s daughter, the same boss who already guaranteed me a full-time position on staff once I graduate.

I finally tug the jeans free from being stuck under his backside. I’m not trying to fool anybody, I say.

I start to lift myself off his groin, but he quickly pulls me back down by shoulders, causing my whole body to press up against his. I start to squirm away from him, but only after a millisecond delay, one that only I’d be able to recognize.

I get up the overly handsome rich guy and brush myself off. He calmly rises to his feet and says, That’s pretty much what I thought.

I raise both brows, Huh?

Maybe I’ll see you around, he says before turning, walking towards an exit, and disappearing onto the bustling city streets.

I stand still, feeling like I finally get the whole PTSD thing. I turn towards the clerk whose got his arms crossed in front of him, wearing a strange, disillusioned look on his face.

I finally relax, letting out a much needed exhale that I’d been holding in for way too long.

Yikes, I tell myself. Not sure what all just happened, but a wave of relief sets in now that he’s gone.

At the same time, I suddenly feel a giant pit in my stomach. A longing maybe?

Hard to tell, especially if I don’t want to know the answer.

I walk outside onto the corner of Beacon and Boylston, ready to make my way back to my internship. My hands are cold, freezing to be more precise, so I reach them into the warmth of my coat pockets. I immediately stumble upon something slick, hard, and metallic. When I pull out the mystery object to identify, my knees start to wobble.

At first, I do a double take to make sure it’s the same watch I tried on in the high end department store... the same thirty-five thousand dollar watch that I had no business trying on in the first place.

It is. For sure. It can’t be mistaken for any other watch.

He obviously gets off on giving guys like me ridiculous pieces of merchandise. Must make him feel powerful, to know that he can do that.

Then it hits me like a two ton heavy thing, thirty-five thousand dollars! I can’t even fathom what I could do with that money once I trade it in.

Fear sets in... I realize I’m way too embarrassed to tell Heather. She’ll see right through me, she always does. She’ll know there’s a story behind my story, that it can’t be as simple as some random stranger giving me a piece of jewelry worth tens of thousands of dollars.

I’ll keep it myself, for now at least. At least until I can wrap my head around things.

Besides, Heather doesn’t need to know everything about my life.

A little voice inside my head warms me... The first secret’s always the hardest one to make with yourself. But once the seal is broken, it’ll get so easy you won’t be able to tell the difference between fact and fiction.

* * *

I walk out of the elevator, prepared to make my way back to my number-crunching cubicle.

Mr. Hopkins, Mr. Wilde would like to see you in his office, the receptionist says to me.

I nod, looking as though I’d just woken up from a long winter’s nap. I feel a little like Peter Parker living a double life as a super hero and a geeky chemist. Okay, maybe superhero’s a stretch, but I feel like one right now with this watch in my pocket.

Me? I say, wishing I hadn’t.

She giggles, like she always does when she sees me. So much so that Heather’s threatened to get her fired if she keeps looking at me in that way. Yeah you, Liam. Says he wants you in his office you asap.

Asap? This isn’t like Heather’s dad. Not with an intern at least. Todd Wilde runs Wilde & Associates, the most prolific accounting firm in the city. And the only firm that gets called to action when the chips are really down for some of the country’s Fortune 500 companies.

I zip up the pocket of my coat, making sure to safeguard the diamond watch, then I take my coat off and try to look as put together as I can for the boss.

I enter through the two massive oak doors that guard Mr. Wilde’s office.

At the sound of my footsteps, he spins around in his chair and greets me as friendly as always, Close the door Liam. Sit down.

I do as I’m told.

What do you know about misaligned earnings reports? he asks. He looks serious, even more so than usual.

I sit up straight, and start to do what I do best, talk numbers. Sir? I need a little more to go on.

He nods, as if he’s deciding whether or not he can trust me.

Liam, you’re an intern. And the fact that I’m even bringing you in on this case is unprecedented. You understand me?

My chest tightens and the air suddenly feels thinner. I say nothing, turning my head to the side but keeping my eye contact with him.

Are you ready for something big Liam? he says, leaning in closer to me.

Always sir, I say.

He surveys my face for an extended moment, Okay then. Here’s the deal. He throws his pen down on his desk and walks towards me. This is strictly confidential, meaning you can’t even tell my daughter. Understand?

My eyes widen as I lean back bit. Yes, sir, I understand.

Hell, when you’re not involved directly with this case, I don’t even want you to tell yourself about it. You gotta do your job, then put it out of  your mind every night when you go home to kiss my daughter goodnight.

I got it sir, confidential.

Good.

He gets up and starts to circle the room, holding a heavy iron pointer in his hand while he talks. There’s been an accusation, and the federal government has solicited our expertise to conduct an investigation.

Who are we investigating? I ask.

"No, Liam, you mean who are you investigating. You’re the best guy this company’s ever seen. Fuck, I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that you’re better at spotting tampered spreadsheets than me."

I take a deep breath, a pit in my stomach erasing the events of my department store encounter from my consciousness. I appreciate the compliment sir, but do you really think I’m ready for that sort of thing?

Don’t worry, I’m gonna send you in with one of my top associates, someone to make sure we follow investigatory compliance, but you’re in charge of the number spotting.

Okay, sooo...

Kane Networks, they’re on the hook for possible fraud.

Kane Networks, the world’s biggest social networking conglomerate, worth almost a half trillion dollars... If they ever went down, the whole country would blow up.

Economic disaster?

Way worse...

How much? I ask.

Donovan Kane and the his crew are accused of tweaking earnings reports, reports that ultimately put over a hundred and fifty-billion in the pockets of avery select few.

I’m familiar with the name, Donovan Kane. He’s one of those ultra hot shot self-made billionaires, hardly older than me, who started a bunch of social media websites and put them all together to dominate the world. He’s the type of guy that stops at nothing until he gets everything he wants and then some, even if it means crushing people’s skulls along the way. Not the kind of life I ever had a chance at, not that I had much say in the matter.

When do I start? I say.

Mr. Wilde taps the pointer on his office window that overlooks the city. You start tonight, assuming you’re available.

He’s knows I have no choice, not if I want to land a permanent position with his firm. Heather’s expecting me for dinner, but I...

Great, I knew you’d be on board. One of our drivers will escort you to Kane’s estate.

I’m going to his house? I ask.

I know, a bit unusual. But technically, Kane Networks has a right to disclose all financials on private property, so long as that property belongs to the CFO himself.

I gulp out loud. I guess... okay?

Mr. Wilde returns to his desk. I’m putting Theo Porter on the case with you... He’ll double check every move you make and report back to me so we don’t make any obvious fuck-ups, he pauses as he taps a few dozen keys on his lap top and appears to hit send. Not that I don’t trust you, son.

I scratch my upper chest nervously before nodding to Mr. Wilde.

My driver will drop you off at Kane’s estate, just text him when you’re done for the night. Wilde opens up his desk drawer and pulls out a stack of cash. Here, just in case...

Sir?