The Alphas’ P**n Star Mate

Mick POV "What do you mean, silly? You told me you were a dancer too. The agency gave me your club information so I could surprise you."

I doubt that. That agency doesn't have this address or even the name of my club. This woman filmed one movie with me a couple of months ago and has been trying to get back on my dick ever since. She was clingy from the start, so I shot down every proposal sent to me by her agent.

"Consider me surprised," I said with irritation, looking up at Chloe and cringing inwardly when I saw how annoyed she was with this whole thing. She had a large round bar tray on her shoulder, holding it with both hands since it was covered in beer bottles for us. I grabbed Jones's shoulders and moved her out of the way so Chloe could pass.

The deep, low growl that vibrated in Chloe's chest made sweat break out on the back of my neck. She passed us to get in the room, then slammed the door behind her. We never close the door since there is a curtain too, but it seems Chloe thought a curtain wasn't enough to separate us.

"What the hell?" I murmured to myself, dragging my hands down my face. I am fucking up more and more with her. I know not to expect anything to come from my one-sided crush, but I can't even hope for friendship at this point. She looked more upset with me than this psychotic bitch. "This is not okay, Jones."

I don't even know the chick's real name. Just the name she uses in porn.

"Why aren't you excited about seeing me," she pouted, her overdone lips curling under. She tried to trace my stomach but I moved from her touch.

"I have no reason to be. If you came to watch the show, have fun, but don't try to trespass again. This area is for staff only."

"That other girl came back here," she stomped her foot in a huff.

Right then, I heard Chloe belt out one of her full belly laughs, some of the other guys joining her. It made me smile, but my heart panged at the same time. "She works here," I stated. "You don't."

"Well," she ran a long fake nail painted bright pink down my bicep, "I would really, really like to work with you again."

The audible scoffing behind me caused me to jerk away from Jones, turning to see Chloe standing in the doorway. I didn't even notice she opened the door again.

"Don't mind me," Chloe grumbled, pushing past me to head back toward the bar. When her arm brushed against mine, I felt those gentle tingles in my skin.

Boyd bumped into Chloe as she exited the hallway, giving her a huge flirty grin and needlessly brushing his hands down her arms. He looked over at me, smirked, then whispered something in her ear that made her giggle and snort. Fuck, even her snort sounds adorable. Chloe then walked out with Boyd, the two continuing to laugh together. Darren's words about Boyd earlier came to mind and pissed me off to no end.

"You need to leave," I snapped, a little more forceful. My frustration with my situation with Chloe is turning into a burning rage towards this stalker bitch.

Jones furrowed her thin eyebrows, dropping the suzy-sweetheart act for a moment. "No. I came to see you."

I was about to get mean, but before I could, Boyd came back down the hall, loud as can be. "Another visitor, Mick? Who's your special lady friend?" He was overly happy, coming to stand beside me, slapping my back and making me hiss. "Cutting it close," I muttered, changing the subject. It's almost time for our act to start and he was not ready yet.

"Yep!" Boyd checked his watch. "We both are. You better go get your seat, little lady. If you want to be picked by our number one man here, you got to get a good seat."

"Picked?" Jones's face lifted with curiosity. "Picked for what?"

"Picked to go on stage with him, of course." Boyd leaned in and whispered to her with a sly grin. "I got my girl picked out already too. It's one of the perks of this job. Dry humping a pretty girl like you would be the highlight of the night."

What the hell is this dude doing? I would never pick this clingy bitch. And who is it that he has picked out? He can't be talking about Chloe. Rodger wouldn't like that. None of us pick Chloe because we don't want to upset Rodger.

"That's why you're trying to get me to take my seat," Jones giggled, pressing her tits against my arm. She was pressing against the spot Chloe brushed again, which made me want to push her away. She was tainting the lingering feeling from Chloe. "I'll go take my seat, then. I can't wait to be picked, Mickey. It could be the start of a fun night." She waved her fingers and skipped for the door.

I turned to glare at Boyd. "I'm not picking her for shit. Why would you tell her I would? She's another fucking stalker."

"Because Miss Piggy wasn't going away and we had work to do." He laughed softly under his breath. "The crazies are always the best lay. You sure you don't want to hit that just once before we have Rodger swipe her memory of you?"

"I'm sure," I said coldly.

Boyd shrugged. "Could be fun."

I walked into the dressing room, ignoring his taunting. It's not worth it to engage with him.

"Hey! Boyd!" Lenny came walking towards us with purpose, Kai and Beau on his heels. "Kai just told us you were planning some shit. Is it true you think you won the right to pick Chloe for your floor routine?"

Boyd shrugged. "Why not? I actually like her. I don't want to hide it anymore or hold back. Why shouldn't I pick her?"

"Because we don't do that!" Kai stuck his finger in Boyd's chest."She's not for you."

"She can turn me down then," Boyd shrugged. "I'm still going to shoot my shot."

"It's a bad idea, dude," Darren called out from his changing station. Darren was staring in the mirror, adjusting a hard hat on his head while sucking down one of the beers Chloe brought. "Maybe, but I'm still doing it."

The irritation I felt for Boyd was overflowing, so much so that I shoved past him to hurry to my locker to hide my fuming face.

The more I thought about it, the more it bugged the shit out of me. You know what? If Boyd can shoot his shot with Chloe, why can't I?