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Torn Between Alphas Chapter 1 “You don’t know how difficult it’s been to stay away from you.” I smiled as he stepped closer. He pulled me in. “You’re my girl.” I nodded. Yes, please. Then he closed the distance between us. Shivers danced down me as he continued to bring me even closer. I steadied myself with his help, overcome by my emotions. A delicious jolt washed through me and I pushed through his soft dark locks. He continued to worship me, leaving sparks of electricity dancing on me. “Our connection is amazing,” he said, as he moved us toward the furniture. He took a step back and I couldn’t help myself, whimpering at the lost contact. A dark chuckle rumbled from deep within him, “Don’t you think so?” I needed to be less warm. The laundry pile formed on the floor. I looked at him directly. “Oops.” His laugh was low. “I can’t believe this.” This certified good-time god knew exactly how to make me melt. And he was my boyfriend. Yum. My wonderful boyfriend...um… Wait, oh no! How did I forget my boyfriend’s name? “There’s something I want to try with you,” he breathed out. “What’s that?” I asked, burning under his look. “This.” I blinked rapidly, not sure I was seeing things correctly. My incredible boyfriend who was definitely going to do it with me had an elephant standing behind him. “Uh, what’s going on?” “Did you see this elephant tea cup set on Etsy? They’re so cute, right?” “Huh?” The elephant behind him had vanished. I was definitely getting a little too clouded. As I refocused, I noticed he was holding a blindfold. “Do you know what happens next?” I shrugged. “No?” He smirked. “Well get ready to…WAKE UP YOU LAZY B!” I awoke to see not a hot guy but my best friend Lola, who was unpleasantly shaking me awake. “NO!” I shouted. “Did you have to do that RIGHT NOW?!” “Did you seriously fall asleep? Have I been talking to myself this whole time?” I forced myself to get up off my bed. “I was having the most amazing dream.” And would have preferred not to have been woken up. Especiall
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I never thought I’d be carrying a stranger’s baby for money, let alone a sexy, frustrating, controlling one like Colton Collins. I’m in a pregnancy-of-convenience with someone I can’t stand, but am also attracted to. How am I going to make this work? I’m Emily Valdez. College student. 24-year-old aspiring nurse. And surrogate to Colton Collins—the rich-beyond-belief enigmatic bachelor of the famous Collins family. I never thought I’d be carrying a stranger’s baby for money, let alone a sexy, frustrating, controlling one like Colton. Colton wants a baby and says he always gets what he wants. But what if I want him? *** I’m Emily Valdez. 24-year-old innocent young woman. College student. And hired surrogate to Colton Collins—the enigmatic bachelor of the famous Collins family. I’m not the type of girl who treasures her v-card, but losing it to Colton is the best way to get pregnant with his child. He says he didn’t pay me to take that from me. I said I could handle it. I had no idea what I was getting into. *** Congratulations! I usually like letters that begin this way; it was on my acceptance letter to NYU, on my scholarship award letter. Letters that begin with Congratulations! are a good thing. “This is a good thing.” I nod slowly as I stare at the letter in front of me. I tremble, making the letter shake, so I set it on the counter and pace around the kitchen. This letter isn’t the kind of good you know you have to do, but don’t want to. Like when you know you have to clean your bedroom, but you’d rather lay in bed and watch TV. Or when you know you have to do your homework, but you want to go watch a new movie at the theater. That kind of good—the kind that has a worthwhile result but involves a sacrifice. In this case, a huge sacrifice. “Emily?” I look up and realize that Peter, my roommate, is looking at me. “Yeah?” I say, reaching for the letter quickly. “Are you alright?” he asks. “Yeah, just tired. I’m going to take a nap,” I announce, making my way
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I got pregnant at 18. My boyfriend accused me of cheating and my mother kicked me out for repeating her story.\nI was pregnant and homeless.\nSix months later\nI covered myself with the dirty blanket as I lay uncomfortably on the park bench. I couldn't sleep and It was almost dawn so I had to get up before persons start doing morning jogs. I hated the looks that persons gave me. They didn't even care if I heard what they were saying and nothing they said was nice. It was all mean and cruel.\nUnable to sleep because of the thoughts running through my head, I stood up from the bench and rubbed my eyes. My back and muscles were killing me but it wasn't anything new. It came with being pregnant and it came with living on the concreate or park benches. I tried living in shelters but they were awful. The men tried to force themselves on me even though I told them I was pregnant. I couldn't take the harassment so I never stayed for more than a week.\nI look down at my stomach and I rest my hands on it. "Good morning, baby girl." I felt a small kick in response so I smiled.\nShe was the reason for my smile. She was the only thing in my life that was worth living for. Nothing else mattered but her. I've been going to a free clinic and the nurses there were sweet and they took care of me. They probably knew I was homeless but they didn't mention it.\nI took up the old torn up duffle bag and walked to the back of the park and entered the restroom. I looked in the mirror at myself. My dark hair was a mess, my eyes were baggy and the clothes I am wearing were old and big.\nI sighed. Old and big clothes were better than none.\nI wet my rag and fulled my water bottle with water then entered one of the stalls. I took off my clothes then used the rag, water and a tiny piece of soap that I had to clean myself up.\nWhen I was finished I took out a dress that I got from a thrift store yesterday and placed it over my body. The clothes that I received that the shelters no longer fit because my belly was getting bigger and bigger every
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I got pregnant at 18. My boyfriend accused me of cheating and my mother kicked me out for repeating her story.\nI was pregnant and homeless.\nSix months later\nI covered myself with the dirty blanket as I lay uncomfortably on the park bench. I couldn't sleep and It was almost dawn so I had to get up before persons start doing morning jogs. I hated the looks that persons gave me. They didn't even care if I heard what they were saying and nothing they said was nice. It was all mean and cruel.\nUnable to sleep because of the thoughts running through my head, I stood up from the bench and rubbed my eyes. My back and muscles were killing me but it wasn't anything new. It came with being pregnant and it came with living on the concreate or park benches. I tried living in shelters but they were awful. The men tried to force themselves on me even though I told them I was pregnant. I couldn't take the harassment so I never stayed for more than a week.\nI look down at my stomach and I rest my hands on it. "Good morning, baby girl." I felt a small kick in response so I smiled.\nShe was the reason for my smile. She was the only thing in my life that was worth living for. Nothing else mattered but her. I've been going to a free clinic and the nurses there were sweet and they took care of me. They probably knew I was homeless but they didn't mention it.\nI took up the old torn up duffle bag and walked to the back of the park and entered the restroom. I looked in the mirror at myself. My dark hair was a mess, my eyes were baggy and the clothes I am wearing were old and big.\nI sighed. Old and big clothes were better than none.\nI wet my rag and fulled my water bottle with water then entered one of the stalls. I took off my clothes then used the rag, water and a tiny piece of soap that I had to clean myself up.\nWhen I was finished I took out a dress that I got from a thrift store yesterday and placed it over me. The clothes that I received that the shelters no longer fit because my belly was getting bigger and bigger every day.
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I got pregnant at 18. My boyfriend accused me of cheating and my mother kicked me out for repeating her story.\nI was pregnant and homeless.\nSix months later\nI covered myself with the dirty blanket as I lay uncomfortably on the park bench. I couldn't sleep and It was almost dawn so I had to get up before persons start doing morning jogs. I hated the looks that persons gave me. They didn't even care if I heard what they were saying and nothing they said was nice. It was all mean and cruel.\nUnable to sleep because of the thoughts running through my head, I stood up from the bench and rubbed my eyes. My back and muscles were killing me but it wasn't anything new. It came with being pregnant and it came with living on the concreate or park benches. I tried living in shelters but they were awful. The men tried to force themselves on me even though I told them I was pregnant. I couldn't take the harassment so I never stayed for more than a week.\nI look down at my stomach and I rest my hands on it. "Good morning, baby girl." I felt a small kick in response so I smiled.\nShe was the reason for my smile. She was the only thing in my life that was worth living for. Nothing else mattered but her. I've been going to a free clinic and the nurses there were sweet and they took care of me. They probably knew I was homeless but they didn't mention it.\nI took up the old torn up duffle bag and walked to the back of the park and entered the restroom. I looked in the mirror at myself. My dark hair was a mess, my eyes were baggy and the clothes I am wearing were old and big.\nI sighed. Old and big clothes were better than none.\nI wet my rag and fulled my water bottle with water then entered one of the stalls. I took off my clothes then used the rag, water and a tiny piece of soap that I had to clean myself up.\nWhen I was finished I took out a dress that I got from a thrift store yesterday and placed it over me. The clothes that I received that the shelters no longer fit because my belly was getting bigger and bigger every day.
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Chapter 1 “You don’t know how difficult it’s been to stay away from you.” I smiled as he stepped closer. He pulled me in. “You’re my girl.” I nodded. Yes, please. Then he closed the distance between us. Shivers danced down me as he continued to bring me even closer. I steadied myself with his help, overcome by my emotions. A delicious jolt washed through me and I pushed through his soft dark locks. He continued to worship me, leaving sparks of electricity dancing on me. “Our connection is amazing,” he said, as he moved us toward the furniture. He took a step back and I couldn’t help myself, whimpering at the lost contact. A dark chuckle rumbled from deep within him, “Don’t you think so?” I needed to be less warm. The laundry pile formed on the floor. I looked at him directly. “Oops.” His laugh was low. “I can’t believe this.” This certified good-time god knew exactly how to make me melt. And he was my boyfriend. Yum. My wonderful boyfriend...um… Wait, oh no! How did I forget my boyfriend’s name? “There’s something I want to try with you,” he breathed out. “What’s that?” I asked, burning under his look. “This.” I blinked rapidly, not sure I was seeing things correctly. My incredible boyfriend who was definitely going to do it with me had an elephant standing behind him. “Uh, what’s going on?” “Did you see this elephant tea cup set on Etsy? They’re so cute, right?” “Huh?” The elephant behind him had vanished. I was definitely getting a little too clouded. As I refocused, I noticed he was holding a blindfold. “Do you know what happens next?” I shrugged. “No?” He smirked. “Well get ready to…WAKE UP YOU LAZY B!” I awoke to see not a hot guy but my best friend Lola, who was unpleasantly shaking me awake. “NO!” I shouted. “Did you have to do that RIGHT NOW?!” “Did you seriously fall asleep? Have I been talking to myself this whole time?” I forced myself to get up off my bed. “I was having the most amazing dream.” And would have preferred not to have
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CHAPTER ONE I’m Emily Valdez. 24-year-old innocent young woman. College student. And hired surrogate to Colton Collins—the enigmatic bachelor of the famous Collins family. I’m not the type of girl who treasures her v-card, but losing it to Colton is the best way to get pregnant with his child. He says he didn’t pay me to take that from me. I said I could handle it. I had no idea what I was getting into. *** Congratulations! I usually like letters that begin this way; it was on my acceptance letter to NYU, on my scholarship award letter. Letters that begin with Congratulations! are a good thing. “This is a good thing.” I nod slowly as I stare at the letter in front of me. I tremble, making the letter shake, so I set it on the counter and pace around the kitchen. This letter isn’t the kind of good you know you have to do, but don’t want to. Like when you know you have to clean your bedroom, but you’d rather lay in bed and watch TV. Or when you know you have to do your homework, but you want to go watch a new movie at the theater. That kind of good—the kind that has a worthwhile result but involves a sacrifice. In this case, a huge sacrifice. “Emily?” I look up and realize that Peter, my roommate, is looking at me. “Yeah?” I say, reaching for the letter quickly. “Are you alright?” he asks. “Yeah, just tired. I’m going to take a nap,” I announce, making my way to my room. I met Peter almost two years ago at the beginning of my junior year in New York University. We decided to move in to a two-bedroom apartment together after becoming good friends. I go to my room, lay on my bed, and stare at the ceiling. I have three exams this week and a ton of homework to do, but I can’t bring myself to start studying. A few months ago, I received the worst news I could possibly receive: my dad had a heart attack. My mom didn’t tell me until he was out of danger, but that didn’t make me feel any better; my family lives in Arizona, where I was born, but since I’m at NYU on scholarship, I couldn’t even
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I’m Emily Valdez. 24-year-old innocent young woman. College student. And hired surrogate to Colton Collins—the enigmatic bachelor of the famous Collins family. I’m not the type of girl who treasures her v-card, but losing it to Colton is the best way to get pregnant with his child. He says he didn’t pay me to take that from me. I said I could handle it. I had no idea what I was getting into. *** Congratulations! I usually like letters that begin this way; it was on my acceptance letter to NYU, on my scholarship award letter. Letters that begin with Congratulations! are a good thing. “This is a good thing.” I nod slowly as I stare at the letter in front of me. I tremble, making the letter shake, so I set it on the counter and pace around the kitchen. This letter isn’t the kind of good you know you have to do, but don’t want to. Like when you know you have to clean your bedroom, but you’d rather lay in bed and watch TV. Or when you know you have to do your homework, but you want to go watch a new movie at the theater. That kind of good—the kind that has a worthwhile result but involves a sacrifice. In this case, a huge sacrifice. “Emily?” I look up and realize that Peter, my roommate, is looking at me. “Yeah?” I say, reaching for the letter quickly. “Are you alright?” he asks. “Yeah, just tired. I’m going to take a nap,” I announce, making my way to my room. I met Peter almost two years ago at the beginning of my junior year in New York University. We decided to move in to a two-bedroom apartment together after becoming good friends. I go to my room, lay on my bed, and stare at the ceiling. I have three exams this week and a ton of homework to do, but I can’t bring myself to start studying. A few months ago, I received the worst news I could possibly receive: my dad had a heart attack. My mom didn’t tell me until he was out of danger, but that didn’t make me feel any better; my family lives in Arizona, where I was born, but since I’m at NYU on scholarship, I couldn’t even see him. Ever since, my
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