Alpha Inc. : Series 1

BRITTANY CARTER ALPHA INC. SERIES ONE Copyright © 2023 Firstly, I'd like to thank God for giving me a talent that I can help support my family with. I wouldn't be where I am today without his mercy and grace. Thank you to all my fans on every platform. I'm stoked to put this on Amazon KU, and hopefully I'll gain some lifelong fans. Thank you for stopping by. This is an ongoing series, the second installment is currently available on Kindle Vella, and will be available here once it's finished. All the books are intertwined with one long story, in different couple's POVS. I hope you enjoy Luther and Blaire! Table of Contents Table of Contents Legal Notes Chapter 1. Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Brittany Carter Copyright © Brittany Carter 2022 First Published 2021 Carter, Brittany Alpha Inc. (Series One) No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in an form or by any means, without the prior permission in writing of the author, nor be otherwise circulated in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition, including this condition, being imposed on the subsequent purchaser. All characters in this publication other than those clearly in the public domain are fictitious, and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Cover: Etheric Design Chapter 1 Blaire The man that stood in the doorway, of my small one-bedroom apartment, despite his devilishly good looks, had overstayed his welcome—like yesterday. He had the tall, dark and handsome thing going for him, but it seemed God blessed him with that face to compensate for his inability to take a hint. How many subtle cues would he need to hear before the dingy—probably pull string—lightbulb would go off inside of that perfectly sculptured head of his? How many, 'well, that was fun,' or 'I have an interview soon,' would he need me to say before it clicked? "Thomas," I said gently, pulling my lacey white satin top over my head, and stepping into my un-ironed pencil skirt. "I have an interview in like," I glanced at my watch, "thirty minutes. I'm leaving," I said, standing up straight and putting my hands on my slender hips. "So that means you need to leave, too." Thomas stood up straight, his broad shoulders stretched across the width of the doorway, and there went that lightbulb. "Oh," he said. "I'll go get my clothes," he said, stopping mid-turn and looking back over his shoulder. "You think we could do this again? I had a lot of fun last night." Cringe. I smiled half-heartedly and dug around in my purse which was scattered on the couch for a pen. I scribbled down my number, a fake one, on the back of a hairstylist's business card, and handed it to him. "Sure thing." He grabbed the card and went in search of his clothes. I continued to get ready, pulling my dark brown hair into a side braid, and applying a little blush before I headed toward the door. It sounded bad, but I wasn't the girlfriend type. Not anymore at least. I'd only turned twenty-nine the year before, and I refused to settle down with just anyone who gave me a good time. Especially Mr. Subtle standing in the middle of my living room with a boner, and a mischievous look. "You know, there is an opening at my dad's law firm downtown for an assistant. I could get you an interview. You wouldn't have to worry about the interview today." I'd rather eat razor blades than owe him a favor. "No, thank you. I want this job," I said sweetly. "You can see yourself out. Lock the door before you leave." I left him with a slack jaw and an embarrassing bulge in his pants. I hurried down the steps of my apartment building, and into the bright Tennessee sunlight. Being midsummer, my clothes immediately stuck to me like a second skin and ruined any chance of getting to my interview without a red face. My car's air was on the fritz, and I would most likely look like the after picture of a child's first day at Kindergarten. Perhaps the interviewer would have a sense of humor, pick up on my desperate need for a job, and hand it over. One can dream. If I hadn't spent the last year of my life following my ex-boyfriend around like some twenty-something groupie, I might have had a career, but wishful thinking. There was no way to turn back time, so I was stuck in my rundown Honda, on my way to an interview for a fancy-schmancy PR Firm. Alpha, Inc. I didn't know much about it, other than they were hiring an assistant to the CEO, and it paid well. It would pay my bills, and serve better than the random jobs I'd picked up over the past year. That year was behind me, and so was my ex-boyfriend, who found an agent and left me for Nashville without a second thought. He wasn’t that good in bed ... anyway. I didn't think we'd get married or anything, but I thought I might mean more to him than tossing me into the wind like a worn bottle cap. But that was months ago, and the casual dating scene suited me much better. Not to mention, the eviction notice that my landlord had boldly tapped on my door the day before. I parked in front