The kind of Alpha who opens doors and remembers birthdays and makes women feel like they’re the only person in the room.
When we’ve crossed paths at the same clubs, when we’ve occasionally both taken interest in the same woman, Rafael always wins the long game.
Women see me as the good time, the one-night stand, the orgasm they’ll remember fondly but never repeat.
They see Rafael as boyfriend material. Husband material. Worth keeping.
It never mattered before. I didn’t want to be kept.
But now there’s Ember.
And I saw her face this morning. The flicker of hurt she tried to hide when I kissed her forehead with dismissal and turned away.
The way she squared her shoulders and walked out like she expected nothing from me.
I pushed her away on purpose. And now Rafael is circling like he
