The Alpha CEO’s Mate

After graduating with a degree in accounting, I did some internships in New York. I lived with my dear mother, who worked as a waitress in a local restaurant, until one day she fainted while serving a table. Thankfully, she was rushed to the hospital, where she received excellent care. That day, I was interning at a bank. We discovered she had a very serious heart condition, and from then on, everything in my life went wrong. I was always rushing my dear mother to the doctor. She had to stop working because she was so tired she couldn't even stand up. We were living off the money from my internship, which was just enough to cover the rent and buy food.

At that time, I had a boyfriend. We had been together for years and months, and he always said he loved me and would help me with whatever I needed. I never asked him for anything because he wasn't rich, and even if he were, he would never take advantage of me.

One day, I was at home with my dear mother, and she suddenly fell to the floor. I ran to her, and I knew right then that I had lost her. I called for help, but there was nothing else I could do. She had left me.

I was all over the place, so I called Alex, my boyfriend, to see if he could help me out. I needed some comfort and wanted to talk about my mom's funeral. But he didn't answer. I tried calling him a few times, but he didn't pick up.

In the end, I had to take care of everything related to the funeral by myself, and that's what I did. My mother was buried where my father had been years ago when I was a child.

During the funeral, I tried to call Alex, but he didn't answer. After the funeral, I went back home feeling really down. I was on my own in the world.

Later, after showering and changing, I decided to go to Alex's house. I really needed a shoulder to cry on, you know? I needed to feel like I wasn't alone and that he would still be with me.

I hopped in a taxi, and when I arrived at his apartment, the doorman let me in, looking a bit embarrassed. I didn't really understand why, but I let it go. I was just too sad to worry about it.

I got to the door and was about to ring the bell, but I decided to go in without ringing it because I needed his hug right away. The house was quiet, save for the soft sounds coming from his room.

I thought, "He must be showering."

When I went into his room, I heard some voices and moans coming from the bathroom. At that moment, I froze. I know, it sounds impossible, but I'm here to help! I carefully opened the bathroom door and caught sight of him in the shower, enjoying himself with a woman leaning against the wall. That made my heart break even more. While I was at a funeral, he was having a good time with someone else.

I let him do his thing in the bathroom while I took care of business in the bedroom. I was really sad, but I waited for him to sit down on his bed. When he came out with the woman and saw me there, he stopped in his tracks.

After a few seconds, I said:

"I came here to find out why you weren't answering me, but I saw that you had your reasons. You were so busy, weren't you? While I was burying my dear mother, you were enjoying some intimate moments. I'm sorry, but I think you're a bit of a jerk. I'm sorry, but I think you're a liar, and I'm sorry, but I think you're disgusting. I can't stop thinking about how many times you've let me down and maybe even passed on some of your germs to me."

"Samantha, I'm so sorry to hear about your mother. I had no idea she had passed away. It was just a slip-up, please forgive me, my love."

"My dear, you really are a scumbag. Do you think I'll be able to forgive you? For my sake, please just go away and never come back. I'm not sure I can handle seeing you again."

I playfully tossed the ring in his direction, and another portrait of us that was on the desk accidentally hit him in the forehead. The woman was quick to jump in and help him. I had to leave soon after, because I just couldn't handle being in that environment any longer.

In the months that followed, Alex tried to contact me, but I avoided him as much as possible, blocked his number, and turned that page in my life. Unfortunately, it was just another betrayal by someone who claimed to love me. I really prefer to be alone, at least that way I can protect my heart from further suffering and disappointment. When I was in high school, I dated a very handsome guy named Harry for months. I really liked him, and I'm happy to say that he felt the same way about me. Then one day during recess, I found him kissing my classmate who said she was my friend. I left in tears and felt like I couldn't talk to him again, let alone her.

Then I was alone until I was almost finished with college. I was a very good student, and I was so happy to receive a percentage scholarship.

That's when, with almost a year to go before graduation, I met Alex, who was in his last year of engineering school. I forgot about my teenage crush and decided to take a chance, since he was always asking me out. And that's how we got involved. It was a really good relationship. I felt so much happier, and I even lost my virginity. I felt so loved. I was so silly! I had another illusion.

I promised myself that I don't want a relationship now, but to devote myself to my career and my solitary life. It'll be so much better than being betrayed again, I promise. I've been struggling to find love lately.

Hey, let's try to move past all that sad stuff about past love troubles, okay?

After all, my day off was coming to an end. Tomorrow is another day, and I'm so grateful that I get to live another day without my mother.

I took a shower, and after getting out, I applied my favorite vanilla moisturizer, my favorite scent. Then I put on a sweet perfume because I always love to smell good.

I had a little snack because I don't have much for dinner, and lately, after everything that's happened to me, I'm not very hungry.

I went to bed, and tomorrow I would have to get up to go to work because the bank where I work is not far from my house.

When I woke up, I took a shower, put on a black dress skirt, a white long-sleeved blouse, warm pantyhose (it was a cold day!), and a black coat. I put on my favorite lily and vanilla perfume and took a taxi to work.

When the taxi stopped in front of the bank, I had a bad feeling in my stomach. You know, sometimes I had certain intuitions, and often when something happened, I was no longer surprised because, in a way, I was always expecting it. I'm not usually one to dwell on the negative, but I just had a hunch.

As soon as I walked in, I went to my desk because I had to put together some expense forms that the bank had for the employees. You know, that was pretty much the kind of work I did back then, since I was still an intern.

That's when the manager called me over and asked me to follow her to her desk.

"Samantha, I'm sorry to say that we're going to have to let you go. Your contract ends tomorrow, and we won't be renewing it."

"I understand. I knew you wouldn't hire me, but I really appreciate the opportunity to do an internship here."

She just smiled at me, and I turned around to get my things and leave.

I went home and thought about what I would do now that I was alone and unemployed.

I decided to take a shower and make something to eat, and then plan for the future. I'll have plenty of time to think, and I'm excited to see what happens.

After my shower, I made a delicious pasta with white sauce, drank some orange juice, and started thinking about what to do with my life.