Alpha Douchebag: The Virgin, Gabriel & Willow Duet #2

By S.N. Garza

CONCLUSION of Alpha Douchebag: The Prince, Gabriel & Willow duet #1

Willow never expected Gabriel to turn out to be what everyone says he is. A complete and utter douchebag who only cares about himself.

Things are never as they appear and Gabriel can’t take back what he did, but he’s determined to show Willow he can be the man she deserves.

He can be the man she can fall for.

The further Willow settles into life at Grifton Falls University, she sees Gabriel in a way that nobody else sees.

His soft side. His sweet side.

And no matter what forces try to break them apart, they know there’s something stronger. The love they’ve found with one another.

But what happens when everything she’s ever believed in gets put to the test? There are secrets in Grifton Falls.

Secrets that can change her for the rest of her life. Is she strong enough? Or will she give it all up? Give Gabriel up?

Or will everything come crashing down, blowing up in their faces?

• Language: English
• Publisher: S.N. Garza
• Release date: Aug 11, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005791155

S.N. Garza

I am a 37 year old wife and mother of two who lives in a small country town in southeast Texas. I work during the day at Chilis Bar and Grill. I write dark, deeply emotional stories weaved with erotic romance that leaves you wanting more. My debut novel is Love Came Back & my best selling book & series, is The Billionaire’s Baby, book one in my Nauti Billionaires of Houston series. It is all sexy passion with an alpha hero who’ll sweep you off your feet.

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ALPHA DOUCHEBAG: THE VIRGIN,

GABRIEL & WILLOW DUET #2

ALPHA DOUCHEBAGS OF GRIFTON FALLS UNIVERSITY

SERIES

By S.N. Garza

Copyright © AUGUST 2020 by Stephanie Nicole Garza

COVER ART: SNGARZA

All Rights Reserved

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the work of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, business establishments or locales is entirely coincidental.

BLURB

Willow never expected Gabriel to turn out to be what everyone says he is. A complete and utter douchebag who only cares about himself.

Things are never as they appear and Gabriel can’t take back what he did, but he’s determined to show Willow he can be the man she deserves.

He can be the man she can fall for.

The further Willow settles into life at Grifton Falls University, she sees Gabriel in a way that nobody else sees.

His soft side. His sweet side.

And no matter what forces try to break them apart, they know there’s something stronger. The love they’ve found with one another.

But what happens when everything she’s ever believed in gets put to the test? There are secrets in Grifton Falls.

Secrets that can change her for the rest of her life. Is she strong enough? Or will she give it all up? Give Gabriel up? Will love be enough?

Or will everything come crashing down and blowing up in their faces?

Playlist

LET ME, ZAYN

ANGELS FALL, BREAKING BENJAMIN

MISS AMERICANA & THE HEARTBREAK PRINCE, T-SWIFT

KISS THE GIRL, CHASE HOLFELDER

LOST MY MIND, ALICE KRISTIANSEN

I KNOW YOU, SKYLAR GREY

LUCKY, BIF NAKED

CALL OUT MY NAME, THE WEEKND

JUST FOUND HEAVEN, DAUGHTRY

I HATE U, I LOVE U, GNASH

CAUGHT IN THE FIRE, KLERGY

I WARNED MYSELF, CHARLIE PUTH

PERFECT, TOPIC & ALLY BROOKE

WHEN WE, TANK

SHATTER ME, LINDSEY STERLING

SHAMELESS, CAMILA CABELLO

IF OUR LOVE IS WRONG, CALUM SCOTT

CONFIDENT, DEMI LOVATO

SENORITA, SHAWN MENDES & CAMILA CABELLO

YOU ARE THE REASON, CALUM SCOTT

COME BACK HOME, CALUM SCOTT

STOP MYSELF, CALUM SCOTT

IN THE DARK, CAMILA CABELLO

WITH YOU I AM, CODY JOHNSON

LOVER (REMIX), T-SWIFT & SHAWN MENDES

DREAMS, THE CRANBERRIES

PRAYED FOR YOU, MATT STELL

THE BONES, MAREN MORRIS

GRAVEYARD, HALSEY

WILDEST DREAMS, T-SWIFT

TAKE ME TO CHURCH, HOZIER

BEAUTIFUL DISASTER, JON MCLAUGHLIN

TRAMPOLINE, SHAED & ZAYN

I DON’T KNOWABOUT YOU, CHRIS LANE

LADY LIKE, INGRID ANDRESS

MORE HEARTS THAN MINE, INGRID ANDRESS

LENTO, NFASIS

ANCHOR, NOVO AMOR

SINNING WITH YOU, SAM HUNT

DUSK TIL DAWN, ZAYN FT SIA

RADIO LUST, THE BLANCOS

WHAT I NEVER KNEW I ALWAYS WANTED, CARRIE UNDERWOOD

FEEL IT, MICHELE MORRONE

CATCH, BRETT YOUNG

BEAUTIFUL ENDING, BARLOWGIRL

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About the Author

One

Willow

It’s nearing ten o’clock and Gabriel hasn’t called me or answered my calls. Normally he’d be here by now and we’d snuggle up, mess around. Something has been weighing on his mind for the past few days and it’s starting to worry me.

It’s not like him to just ghost me. I’m sitting on my bed going over some schoolwork when Sarah mutters bye to someone and looks at me, her eyes scanning me head to toe.

What, Sarah?

Throwing her hands on her hips, she whips her hair back and says, You’re coming with me. Get up.

What? Why?

Because you’ve been moping since the rugby match this afternoon. Don’t you get it by now? That’s how they are. They're assholes. He may be your boyfriend, but he’s still an AD. Come on, let’s go to a party and have fun.

Yeah and then what? You'll leave me to fend for myself. At least let me call Ragan. Or Alann.

Sarah snorts, walks to her side of the room and sits at her vanity, putting the last touches of makeup on. I can’t believe how you can string two guys along like that. Especially when you’ve got like, the hottest guy on campus. Gabriel Saint, I mean he’s like… the finest real estate a girl can get. Lochlan’s not that far behind, but you got the leader. He’s… golden. And Alann, he’s the star quarterback of the football team. And y’all hang out together. I don’t see how Gabriel can stand it.

I’m not stringing anyone. Alann is my friend.

You don't need them, Willow. Come on.

Fine.

First, change. I saw you had some cute jeans. And here, Sarah goes to her closest and grabs a halter top. Wear this. If he’s there, he’s going to go ballistic. You’re always covered up. I saw the way he acted when you were wearing figure forming clothes.

I’m hesitant, but then, what the hell? This is probably the only time I’ll ever wear anything like this, so I take the top and get dressed. Then she says, Now for your face. You’re gorgeous, but you can use just a little lifting up.

She drags me to the bathroom and tells me to just shut up and let her makeup my face. It’s what she’s good at. It only takes about ten minutes and when I look in the mirror, I hardly recognize myself. I have on eyeliner, mascara, and this red lip, which she applied several times telling me it’s Lipsense and makes everything look hella better. While I’ve never been one to wear makeup, I’m liking this. It brings out the blue in my eyes. And my lips look fuller. Thank God for braces my freshman year in high school because my teeth are straight and white when I smile.

Not bad. Thanks, Sarah.

Yeah, let’s roll.

I slide on my chucks and she rolls her eyes but shrugs her shoulders and waves me on.

A friend of hers is waiting outside in her car and her friend gives me a once over and snickers, but otherwise says nothing.

I call Gabriel again. Wonder if he’s going to answer this time. I shouldn’t be chasing after him like this, but he texted me all the way up to his match and then… nothing. I wonder why he’s ignoring me. And then just as the second rings sounds, it goes straight to voicemail.

He declined my call? What happened between him and his father? Is he still with his father? Was there an emergency?

I can’t believe he’s not answering me.

Wow. I can’t believe he really isn’t going to answer me.

I text Alann and he’s at home watching a movie.

Me: Why don’t you come to this dumb party?

Alann: Wait. You’re at a party? Alone? Where’s Saint?

Me: Ignoring me. My roommate dragged me out. Says if Saint sees me, he'll flip or something.

Alann: Flip? What you wearing?

I reach my hand back and take a selfie, then send it to him.

Alann: Yeah, whoa. Maybe you should be wearing a sweater?

That takes me by surprise. Alann isn’t much for criticism, but he’s never seen me wear something so risqué either.

Me: Why?

Alann: That’s a lot of skin, Willow. And what’s up with your face?

What’s up with my face? Has he never seen a girl with makeup on?

Me: I’m 18. It’s cool if I show skin. It doesn’t look bad. And my face has makeup on. Duh?

Alann: No. It’s not bad at all. You look hot. And even me, being me, knows your gorgeous, and you have a great ass. If you’re wearing a shirt that shows all your assets, yeah, he might flip because everyone will want you. And to guys like Saint, who think you’re little more than property, he’ll be jealous. Angry. And he’s got a temper when he’s provoked, Will. He might react. Where’s this party at?

Even him being him? I don’t know what that means. And I’m more than his ‘property’. Meaning I’m not. I’m his girlfriend. I’m not on a leash. He’s not my master like I’m some dog. I ask Sarah where it’s at and she says the frat house.

I tell Alann and the three little texting dots are on the screen for what seems like a long time when finally

Alann: I’m on my way over there. Just hang out. Don’t engage. If you get with Gabe, text me so I know you’re okay. 

Me: Okay. But he’s been ignoring me so… 

I add the shrug emoji and he just tells me to sit tight.

Sarah’s friend gets us there in no time and there are a lot of people here. Maybe this might not have been the smartest idea. But either way, the three of us get out and walk in. I’m people looking, and as I turn back to Sarah and her friend, they’re nowhere to be seen.

Lovely. Stranded. Thank God, Alann is on his way. As I walk forward, it’s like everyone's eyes turn on me.

Breathe. Just breathe. A few low whistles are sent my way, but I’m able to ignore them. I just want to find Gabriel.

I’m walking through throngs of drunkenness and laughter when I lift my head, and everything stops.

My entire breath, body—it all stands still as I see Gabriel. A beer bottle pressed to his lips, and a girl, plastered all over him.

And not just flirty plastered, but like I want to lay you down and do the dirty plastered. She tries to kiss his mouth when his hand comes up and lays right over her face, pushing her away—much to my comfort until he says, No lips, babe.

What? You let that dumb freshman kiss your mouth. Out in public too and you don’t push her away. She sounds so whiney. I know I don’t sound like that.

He takes another drink and mutters, Yeah. Dumb freshman, isn’t she? Is that a problem for you? Because I can go to the next bitch waiting for a piece of me.

He doesn’t sound right, but the words he just said cut like a knife.

Dumb freshman? Babe?

"Come on, Gabe. You’re soooo hot. Let’s go upstairs and have some fun."

What is going on here? And my God, this agony begins to swell inside my chest.

I take a step back, and he must feel my gaze on him because it doesn’t take him long to see me.

Then he notices how I’m dressed. His eyes bulge and I see his nose flare and he’s livid. But he has no idea that what he just said burns me up. It makes me angry as all get out even as it makes everything inside me want to cry.

What the fuck? What are you doing here, Willow? He sounds drunk. And I should ask him why he’s that way because I’ve never seen him drink like this before. I’ve seen him have a beer, maybe two with the other AD’s, but he’s at a frat party. With some chick glued to him. I’ve never seen him at a party. He’s usually with me, so I don’t know how is in his natural state. Is this it?

Apparently, what I should have been doing since the very beginning. Being a dumb freshman, right?

The girl plastered all over him is giggling and a part of me wants to rip her off and smash in her face, but then the outraged expression marring Gabriel’s face could melt stone.

Willow.

"You know what? Fuck you, Gabe."

Then I turn around and push past people when I hear his voice yell out my name. A hand wraps around my bicep and I swing a fist when I see it’s Duncan, but it’s too late. My fist lands in his nose.

Let go.

Dammit, Willow. That hurt and don’t. Let him explain.

No. Now let go, before I lay your ass low.

He lifts his hands in surrender and I race out of the house when I hear Lochlan’s voice, laughing and saying, Hey, Little Saint. See Gabe, yet?

Yeah, he’s too busy fucking some bitch.

That makes his brows rise high. He’s surprised, but really? Why is he when I’m sure he knows exactly why Gabriel is doing what he’s doing. And that’s not right. That’s not how you treat someone. My God, if he wanted to break it off, whatever it is we’re doing, he could at least have the balls to say something to my face. He said he wouldn’t let anyone hurt me and he does this?

Thankfully, I see Alann’s car come into view and I yell out for him. I feel tears burning my eyes as I race towards the passenger side.

Lochlan yells out, Don’t do it, Willow!

Instead, I yank Gabriel’s letterman off my shoulders and throw it towards Lochlan’s feet.

Everything else is an afterthought as I shove inside the car. Go, Alann.

He doesn’t hesitate and drives off.

What the fuck happened, Willow?

Not now. I… God. You were right. Ragan was right. At least I didn’t give it up to him. Right? At least I wasn’t that stupid.

His brows crunch and he snickers. Fucking idiot. Him. Not you, Will. I’m sorry. Want me to take you home?

No. I don’t want to go back to Saint Hall. Can we just… I don’t know. Maybe go hang somewhere away from here?

Yeah. It’ll be at my apartment though. I’m not really dressed for a hangout.

I don’t care where we go. I just… God, I’m so stupid.

Naive. Not stupid. And I think… nevermind.

What? Don’t do that. I want to know.

Willow, did he give you an explanation?

"He had some girl’s hand on his dick and her mouth on his neck and he didn’t defend me when she called me a dumb freshman. No, he just agreed with her and told her not on the lips… babe. God. Who freaking…? I don’t get it. How can you treat someone you’ve been intimate with like that?"

"You just said—

No. We haven’t gotten to the sex yet. But we’ve done other things. I mean… we know what each of us looks like naked.

He’s got a strong will.

I don’t say anything and stay quiet as tears begin streaming down my face. Alann crawls to a stop and I see we’re in front of a very nice apartment building.

Nice place.

Yeah. Come on, Will.

He leads me up to his place and asks if I want to change when we get inside.

Please.

He shuts the door behind us and disappears into what I assume is his bedroom. His apartment is all earth tones and rugged, manly furnishings. Must be for a big guy like him.

He comes out and holds out a set of clothes for me then points to the bathroom where I change and wash the crap off my face. So much for trying to look hot for Gabriel. I come out wearing a GFU football shirt and a pair of gym shorts hanging slightly off my body. Alann walks to me from an open kitchen and we both sit down on his big leather coach.

Everything I talked to him about swirls in my mind. From the car ride here to our earlier text messages. And his statement about him being him is at the forefront.

Alann?

He unscrews a bottle of water and passes it to me before leaning against the back of the couch.

What, Willow?

His long hair falls around his shoulders and it almost makes him look like a Scottish warrior. The sharp angles of his jaw and nose. This is the first time I’ve ever seen it down. I can’t help reaching over and twirling a chunk of it around my fingers, petting it as I lift it then let go. His eyes flicker over to me before I see him roll them.

I’ve never seen your hair down before.

Don’t like it?

You look like a Scottish warrior.

That makes him jerk back with a laugh.

You’re such a romantic.

Maybe. Now. What did you mean by you being you?

Alann doesn’t speak, but his face has a forlorn look. As if he wants to confide in me, but he also wants to keep his secrets close to the chest.

"You don’t have to tell me. I’m sorry. I just… I don’t know anymore. People have talked so much shit about me… stringing along two guys like I’m some femme fatale.

Two guys?

Yeah. Gabriel. And you.

His eyebrows widen and he nods before looking away, as if he sees something far in the distance.

You can’t tell no one. I’m not ready. You understand?

I put a hand on his arm. I promise, Alann. I know you don’t know me well, but I consider you one of my best friends. You and Ragan. Y’all two are the only ones who will keep me, I guess.

We both laugh and he leans over and kisses my temple. What I meant when I said that… is you’re not my type.

I crunch my brow, not really understanding. This isn’t the first time he said this and like the first time, it’s just as disconcerting as before. Yes. You’ve told me that before. I get it.

He looks me right in the eyes and his gaze is pleading. Willow. You don’t get it. You’re female, right?

My vagina says so.

He snorts, rolling his eyes. Your people aren’t my type.

My people?

Your sex. They’re not my type.

What? I look him over, and still, I don’t—

Oh. Ooooh! Wow. That’s… thank you for trusting me with your secret. I won’t tell anyone. 

This burst of emotion overwhelms within me and I throw myself into his arms, giving him a hug, I hope conveys my feelings of friendship for him.

His strong arms wrap around me, and I feel him press his mouth on my temple. Thanks, Willow. You’re the only person I’ve ever told.

That takes me back. No one knows? Ragan does.

His eyes widen, What? How?

Said she figured you out. When I asked, she wouldn’t tell me.

We both lean back, and this chagrin takes over his features. "Well, you two are the only ones. 

I hug him harder. I’ll be here, Alann. If you ever need me. I promise.

I feel him nod his head and apparently done with the conversation, he grabs his remote and flips on a movie on Netflix. Already feeling like crap, and totally drained, I yawn, cuddle in closer by laying my head on his broad, warm chest and close my eyes. I feel his hand petting the top of my head and I’m lulled into sleep.

Two

Willow

Bang!

I’m suddenly jerked awake. Alann?

Mmmm… What, Will?

"I think someone—

There’s a hard pounding knock on the door. 

WORSCH!

My eyes widen. Gabriel. His name comes out breathless. Oh, God. What is he doing here?

"I’m sure you can guess. Fuck. He’s going to—

We jerk back as the door splinters and Gabriel crashes in. This complete look of livid anger mars his face. His eyes go from me, to Alann and his gaze narrows. His neck is burning red and he looks so volatile and livid, smoke could be steaming out from his ears.

You dare touch my girl? Gabriel stalks towards the couch as Alann and I stand up.

And I’m surprised Alann isn’t intimidated by him. Hey, Saint. After tonight, she’ll never be your girl.

I look at Alann, my eyes widening. What is he doing?

Alann. I don’t want them to fight. I don’t know what I’m feeling for Gabriel, but I also know, I didn’t give him a chance to explain. Yes, he hurt my feelings deeply, but I’m not one to give up that easily. I just needed the time to think and be alone.

No, Willow. Alann is vehement in his protectiveness for me. He doesn’t get to treat you like trash. Just because his father is richer than God, doesn’t make him infallible. Don’t stick up for him. Don’t be stupid.

Wow. He’s never called me that before and he grits his jaw, instantly contrite. But he doesn’t get a word in as Gabriel steps up to him, grips him by the collar of his neck and punches him hard in the face.

I can’t help the scream that lets out when Gabriel says in a deadly, quiet calm, Don’t ever speak to her like that.

Alann doesn’t look at Gabriel, instead he looks at me and says, I’m sorry Will. It was wrong of me.

Gabriel yanks him again and I step up to him and put my hand on his pumped-up bicep. Flexed to the max as rigid anger flows off him in waves.

Gabriel. Please don’t. Nothing happened. He’s a friend. You know we have English Lit together and study. We have lunch together and that’s all. You know this.

Alann snorts. Don’t justify yourself to him. I can beat his ass just the same.

Alann. Please. I don’t want y’all fightin’. Gabriel. Look at me.

His eyes, so dark and green, almost fathomless, turn to me, this wave of heat seems to pass between us. I put my other hand on his bulking bicep and squeeze gently.

Gabriel.

With a tight jaw, his slams Alann against the wall. Stay away from what’s mine.

She’s not property, Saint. You hurt her if you can’t figure that out.

I look down because yes, he did hurt my feelings. Badly.

Gabriel. Let him go.

No. He shouldn't have tried to take what’s mine.

I try pulling a little harder and I know it’s because he doesn’t want me hurting myself that he lets up, but not all the way.

Gabriel. It’s not as if we’re married. You can’t go around acting like this.

Not yet.

That takes all three of us by surprise.

Damn, bro. That’s—, Gabriel shoots him a look and Alann pretends to zip his lips muttering, Shutting up.

I don’t want him to punch Alann again. What I just learned about Alann; I really should have figured it out. Like Ragan did.

I gently squeeze his bicep again and he finally turns, and I see his eyes are glassy with drunkenness. He really is drunk. I’ve never seen him like this.

Gabriel. Let’s go.

Don’t go with him, Willow. He’s drunk and what if he hurts you again?

Gabriel shoves Alann hard against the wall, let’s go, and he falls to the ground.

Asshole, Alann mutters, It’s the truth and you know it. I remember what went down with you and Lochlan because of Duncan last year.

Shut your fucking mouth, Worsch. I would never hurt Willow.

You think you won’t. You did tonight though. Her tears soaked my shirt earlier. But I’m just looking out for her.

Look out for her at a fucking distance, Worsch.

I pull Gabriel back and wait until he’s looking down at me. Gabriel, let’s go.

Willow. Alann pleads, but I know I can handle Gabriel.

I’m okay, Alann. He won’t hurt me.

He snorts as if he doesn’t believe me, but I’m not looking at Alann. My eyes are trained on Gabriel. There’s a pain there that sends a tremble through me.

Text me when you get home, Will. Let me know you made it safely.

Gabriel jerks to a halt, his eyes wide, fury igniting in his expression once again.

Don’t, Gabriel.

But he ignores me and says, She won’t ever be texting you again, Worsch. You can just forget about it.

Gabriel! This time I smack his arm to get his attention. He looks at me and I’m not letting him get a word this time. Shut up. Alann is my friend. We study together. We’re friends. I will text him when I get back to my room because that’s what friends do. Check up on each other.

I don’t check on my friends.

Because you’re a guy. Alann’s made himself my makeshift brother.

Gabriel’s eyes narrow. But not on me. No, that dark intense expression is for Alann alone.

That’s all you better be.

Alann snorts and stands up. They’re almost equal height and Alann rolls his eyes and walks back to his couch. Looks back to Gabriel and says, You’re paying for my door, douche.

Gabriel looks to the splintered door and sighs. Whatever.

Gabriel. Let it go.

No. He shouldn't have tried to take what’s mine.

I ignore the ‘mine’ comment for the moment and plead with him. Gus, time to go home.

Gabriel grits his teeth, his jaw tightening. His ocean eyes darkening. And I know what I want to do. What I’m ready to do.

I slide my hand down to his and pull him with me towards the broken door.

I’ll call you later, Alann.

Be careful, Willow.

I will.

Then Gabriel opens his mouth and I put my hand up over his mouth, silencing him. Na-uh. Time to go home.

He keeps quiet as I pull him from Alann’s apartment, and we head to the elevator. Once we’re inside, I push him to one corner where he reluctantly goes, grumbling.

Give me your keys.

He takes a deep breath but doesn’t say anything and just stares at me.

You’re drunk, Gabriel. It’s a miracle you made it here in one piece. Now give me. Your. Keys.

Another breath and he’s digging in his pockets, retrieving his key fob and placing it slowly in my hand.

Do you have a driver’s license?

Nope.

That makes him widen his eyes but otherwise he only says, Fine. Don’t kill me.

Why would I do that?

Because I fucked up. Big time.

Oh, yeah. Massively. But, I’m sure there’s an explanation.

There is, but I don’t know if I can tell you everything without hurting you or putting even more sadness in your eyes. Just like you have now. The sad eyes.

You’ll tell me what you have to, Gus. You’ve never lied to me before. And I don’t have sad eyes.

I didn’t want to go to you angry. And I haven’t lied to you. And I’ve seen them. Once or twice. As if you’re lost in thought, but also lost somewhere else.

Were you? And what do you think just happened? She didn’t have her hands all over you for nothing.

I ignore the sad eyes part because he really is getting to know me so well it’s scary. I’m thrilled to know he notices but what just happened… if there’s not a good enough excuse for him being drunk and not thinking straight, I don’t want to be the ‘dumb freshman’ he said I was.

Extremely angry. And that bitch didn’t touch anything vital.

Okay. Come on, Gabriel.

The elevator dings, letting us know we’re on the ground floor.

I reach back for his hand and he takes it, a deep breath escaping his mouth before I drag him out to his truck. I open the passenger side door for him. He grunts as he hops in and I walk around to the driver’s side and climb in.

Can’t believe you went off with Worsch.

I can’t believe you let that bitch put her paws all over you.

He grunts, but otherwise, he says nothing. I crank up his truck and while no, I don’t have a license yet, I know how to drive. I drove all the time back home.

I drive out of the parking lot, thinking about where I’m going to take us. I can take us back to my dorm, where I know it’s safe and we won’t do anything but fool around. I should be angry at him. I am mad at him, but he’s never been drunk before, and he’s told me he doesn’t drink heavily when he ever does drink. A beer, maybe and that’s about it. He doesn’t like putting ‘bad crap’ in his body.

So, what made him decide to drink tonight? I don’t want to play it safe anymore.

And I know once I take him back to his place, we might do things I’m sure he thinks I’m not ready for. But I am. I’m ready to be with him. Something happened between the time his game was over to now that rocked his world off its stand.

He’s never once disrespected me, so I’m going to give him the benefit of the doubt. That decided, I make my way back to his house. I know whatever happens tonight will change everything. And I’m not afraid. He admitted he messed up. I didn’t stick around to get all the details either.

When I make the turn for his house instead of going straight towards the campus, I can feel the sexual tension in the truck closing in. His hands grip his jeans and I feel his eyes wandering over to me, but he doesn’t speak. Just his heavy breathing filling up the empty spaces of the truck.

When I pull up to the house, the heavy breathing almost sounds as if he’s fallen asleep but when I look over to him, his eyes are wide open, and his grip is white knuckled on the knees of his jeans.

Willow. Why didn’t you drive back to your dorm room?

His deep, baritone voice always sends a tremble down my spine. We’ve agreed we wouldn’t come here until I was ready to take that next step, and even though he did mess up, Gabriel is a good man. I know it. He wouldn’t have gotten drunk if there wasn’t something wrong. I want to believe I know him t well. Not that three months is a long time, but spending almost every waking minute together, you get to know someone. Their habits. Strengths. Weaknesses. I know what I’m ready for. What’s one day?

Maybe because I don’t want to go there. If I did, I would have driven there instead.

"I could have dropped you off—

And what? Go back to the frat party and get with that bitch?

Don’t curse, Willow. It’s beneath you.

"Fuck you, Gabe. If it’s what you really want, get out, and walk there. But you're not going to drive there."

And what? You’ll take my truck, is that it?

Maybe. Maybe I’ll run your ass over on the way.

Turn off the truck, Willow.

I’m still thinking about it.

Turn off the fucking engine, Willow.

Don’t talk to me like that.

He growls and reaches over, turns the key, and yanks it out. Then without another word, he gets out of the truck and walks around to the driver’s side. Because it’s petty and dumb, I push the locking mechanism just as he puts his hand on the handle. He jerks back and I admit, this comical look comes over his face. Like that James Franco GIF of him reeling back. I almost laugh, but the seriousness in his gaze as they flicker up to mine, means he doesn’t appreciate it. He tilts his head and shakes it. He lifts the key fob and presses the unlocking button and pulls open the door none-too-gently.

Gabriel. I know there’s a reprimanding tone in my voice, but Gabriel throws his hand up to stop me.

God, woman. Shut up. He pushes open the seat belt and pulls me out of the truck, pressing my body with his massive one against his truck.

"Gabriel—

Nope. Lips. Now. Then he plants his mouth on mine

Reviews for Alpha Douchebag

[Veronika Zagar · Rating: 1 out of 5 stars]

So horribly bad, couldn't even finish. Cringeworthy and predictable dialouge.