Out of league
Chapter One
If you ask anyone who knows Alexander Bolton and if they know the real him, they will all answer correctly to this question: Who is he? They will either stand speechless or simply answer a nobody. Because that is what he is, a nobody. Only known by his family and close friends. Moreover, even them you can count on one hand alone. Alex knew he had to change his life drastically and soon, if he even wanted to be a somebody. God didn't bless him with money, important friends or actually anything that could put him out there right away. The only thing God did bless him with was his looks. When it comes to that, the ladies don't care he's got no money, is driving an old beat up truck and lives in a tiny apartment right here in New York City. They do not mind taking him home for a night of fun. Alex came to New York with a dream, a dream to become a somebody. He had talent, looks, and figured that should just do it. Wrong! He forgot the most important part: you have to know people who know people who can help you. How do you get to know those people? You go to the hottest clubs and restaurants in town. The first few months it was no problem to spend money like the riches, it is only when you run out of those fancy green pieces of paper that you know your real friends. Another lesson leaned, you're only there friend as long as you can keep up and have money to burn. Now he works the day shift in the gym. Straight from the upper middle class to being a blue-collar worker. He's gotten over the whole 'I'm sorry for myself' mood and enjoys it. He actually made some real friends now.
"Hey! Bolton!" Nick shouts pushing through the gym door open. Nick has been his friend for a good few months now. He's a bartender in a hip and trendy club: Blue Moon.
That's right he serves the rich, just like Alex. Nick leans forward and grabs the can of coke, which stands hidden under the desk and takes a sip. He puts it down and does his handshake with Alex. "You ready?"
Alex picks up the can of soda to take a last sip, before throwing it out. He looks annoyed at his friend after lifting the can.
"Thanks man." He states while shaking the empty soda and throws it, with his signature move into the garbage can in the corner of the room.
"Come on! I'll buy you a beer in the club. Alex throws his bag over his shoulder and walks out with Nick behind him.
"You are going to be so grateful that I made you come tonight. It's auction night tonight." Nick smiles.
Alex stops in his track and stares strangely at his friend, before they enter the still empty club. "What the heck is auction night?"
"They auction off young, sexy lads to the rich and sexy ladies." Nick smirks:
"I signed us up."
"What?" Alex shouts: "Are you nuts? I don't want to be auctioned off to some stranger!"
"Oh come on man. Just one night. And besides we each earn 500$."
"No. I don't want to be some gigolo!" Alex protests disgusted.
"Dude, you sleep with a different girl almost every night. Only tonight you get paid to do it." Nick shoots back at him. He pats him gently on the back: "Come on man. My boss is going to let you sing if you do it…"
Alexander takes a deep sigh. It has been a while since he has been on stage. His friend knows he craves to be back out there. Who know there could be some female music producer in the club tonight who notices him? It could be his break.
"Alright." Alex sighs. "What do I have to sing?"
Nick puts his fist in the hair to celebrate his victory and to add some drama to it all.
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"Talk to me." The sweet female voice speaks to the phone. A smile sneaks onto her red plump lips when hearing his low macho voice. "Hey." She smiles and slowly pulls her lower lip into her mouth.
"I'm not going to make it back tonight, darling." His voice answers her rather platonic.
"What?" She squeaks.
"I'm sorry, but there's a crisis and I'm going to have to stay until Monday."
"That's 4 days!" She shouts back, her voice reflecting the anger building up inside her petite body. "Crisis? Crisis? I just talked to my father. He didn't mention a crisis to me! A crisis in you pants. That's probably it! Don't even bother coming back!" She slams her phone against the wall.
Well there she is, sitting in her penthouse on the Upper East Side, all alone. Her hubby, correction soon to be ex-hubby, is banging his secretary again, after he promised he wouldn't yet again. Men cannot be trusted, especially the men of the upper class. They got money to spend and they are not afraid to do so. They do not care whom they spend it on, as long as they also get something out of it. The upper class is known to be the most unfaithful of all classes, both men and woman. Because most marriages are still arranged, to keep the money in the family, around here love is a rare thing. Some even dare to describe it as a virus. Isabelle's mother is one of those people. Mrs. Houston, also know better as Isabelle's mother is president of the women's comity here in New York. A very desirable seat to be in. The comity arranges all the events evolving the upper class of New York. If you ask Isabelle, she would describe it as a very good way to make yourself useful once you stopped fucking your husband. Isabelle Houston has another view on how to live life to its fullest. She got married, just like her parents wanted, to Phil Hamilton. Phil his better know as the heir of HH (Hamilton Hotels). Always out of town and fucking other woman, so he doesn't bother her. Her marriage, among many others is a scam. They play the perfect couple to the outside world. It's not that Phil is not attractive. With his grey eyes, brown hair and fairly good bone structure he is quite a handsome man. Isabelle will not deny that fact. The problem lies elsewhere: he's a bad lover. It's not because his dick isn't big enough, he's an average, but the guy simply doesn't know how to work it. Thinking about it, it's better he's cheating, saves Isabelle a lot of awful sex. She's pretty sure that those women only shag him for his money. Those stupid whores! All his money is stuck in those stupid hotels.
Her phone interrupts her thoughts. Surprised that it's still working, she stands up from the couch and walks over to pick her phone off the floor. "Talk to me." She answers.
"Hey Bella!" The caller shrieks through the phone.
"Hey Char!" A smile curls back onto her face.
Charlotte Burcke is also a young woman born into the upper class. She is in every way possible different from Isabelle. For one she's not married to some cheating bastard.
No, Charlotte is lucky enough to be free and enjoying the fruits of life. She's blonde and they have always clamed to have more fun. Charlotte has even made that sentence her inspiration to always have fun. No matter what happens and only to think about the consequences afterwards. She's way more extravert than Isabelle. With her around you never get bored. That's exactly what Isabelle needs right now: a distraction.
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Alexander could describe this eventful day as weird, awkward and probably many more synonyms to creepy, but then he would have to get a dictionary. It started when he arrived at the club and Nick introduced him to his boss Damian Russel.
"So this is the bloke you told me about." Damian approaches both Nick and Alexander.
"Yes, Sir." Nick nods. "This is the man you have to have for tonight."
Alexander smiles polite and nods at Damian Russel. "You know that tonight is an important night right?" Damian directs his attention towards Alexander.
"Yes sir. I'm aware of that." He smiles slightly by raising the corner of his mouth.
Damian crosses his arms, while he checks Alexander out from head to toe. It creeps Alex out and not a little bit. The serious look in his eyes combined by the fact that a guy is checking him out almost makes him want to puke. Nick never told him he had to pass some kind of beauty test first. He's about to run out when Damian asks him to slowly spin around. Alex's looks confused at Nick who is encouraging him to do as asked. Damian smiles when he realizes that Alexander isn't moving.
"You always this stubborn?" Damian turns away from Nick towards Alexander.
"I'm strong minded." Alexander smiles cocky.
His answer makes Damian chuckle. He turns around and leaves Alex standing there.
Anyway, he got in. And Nick might be right.
This could be the easiest 500 dollars he ever made. Only lets hope that the woman who puts the highest bid on him is young. But even an older sexy woman wouldn't be bad. The more he thinks about he's convinced that he won't leave with the hottest girl in the club tonight. Too bad, of course now that the security knows him, he would always be able to come back. This night might turn out even better than he might have anticipated at first. To kill the time he decides to work out a bit. Some push-ups, sit-ups. A knock on the door tries to interrupt him from his work out.
"Yes."
The door slowly opens, revealing black pumps, whom stop right in front of him. Alexander rises from the floor, revealing his slightly sweaty, bare, pumped up chest.
"Hi." Alex greets the blonde haired and green eyed woman huskily.
"Hi." She smiles back. She hands him a neatly folded pile of clothes. "So these are your clothes for tonight. You can keep them, if they remain whole."
Alex chuckles while excepting the clothes. "I am going to survive this, right?"
Her smile returns and her eyes quickly fly over his body.
"You can take your time if you want to." Alexander flashes her his bright white smile.
"Your boss already did." He puts the clothes down and steps closer. "And it's not like you'll be the last one tonight." His lips slowly caress her ear, he flicks his tongue against her earlobe. She puts her hand on his chest and pushes herself back.
"Hold it, bad boy." She smiles. Alexander steps closer again and leans his head against hers and makes her look into his blue pools. "I just want some fun, with a girl I actually like." He smirks naughty, raising his eyebrows suggestively.
"I can believe you do." She flirts back. Her hand slowly slides towards the edge of his jeans. That's all he needs to slightly turn his head and connect his lips with hers in a lustful kiss. She slowly closes the door with her back, while he pushes her against it.
"Quickly," She begs him: "before my boss knows I'm missing."
His fingers trace the hem of her shirt. "I don't do quickly." He huskily answers. His fingers slip underneath it and slowly make their way up towards her chest. He slowly presses his growing pelvis closer towards hers, until they meet. She lets out a loud groan. "Oh My God."
Their lips reconnect when there's a bang on the door.
"Dude!" Nick shouts: "The boss is looking for his wife. I know she's in there with you."
Alexander slowly removes his lips from hers and lifts her up off the floor. He can't resist to chuckle: "So you're more than just his assistant."
She slowly bites her bottom lip, revealing she's caught. "Do you mind?"
He smiles her his million dollar smile: "No. I like naughty. I like a tease." He whispers against her neck, while slowly leaving a trail of openmouthed kisses.
"Bolton!" Nick shouts and bangs on the door.
"But I also like my friend and he likes his job." Alexander turns serious and sets his prey back on her feet. She pouts, giving him a begging look. "We'll finish this up later." He reasures her: "But not tonight." He kisses her on the lips one last time.
She bits her lower lip all sexily at him: "You own me one. I'll remember."
Alexander smirks as he opens the door to let her out and reveal a fuming Nick.
"Are you nuts?" Nick shouts. Obviously missing the fact that she squeezes Alexander his butt before walking away.
"I didn't know man." Alexander apologizes.
"You always get yourself in trouble like that." Nick angry spats at his friend.
"I didn't do anything." Alex holds his hands up, playing innocent.
"Sure you didn't." Nick raises his eyebrow.
"By the way, I don't think this was her first time she did that." Alexander states.
"I know. She's a little slut." Nick answers bluntly. "I got food."
The two friends burst out laughing. That's a typical Nick thing to say after fuming at Alex about almost screwing his bosses wife.
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The club is packed with hot women, who are all exited about spending their money on a hot and cute guy. Charlotte almost drags Isabelle into the club.
"Are you serious?" Isabelle asks, actually its more of a statement than a question.
Charlotte looks at her friend. "You wanted fun. And this is so much fun."
"This is paying for a guy to fuck you." Isabelle says disgusted: "They're man whores!"
Charlotte stops in her track and turns around to face her friend: "You are not going to keep crying over this are you? It ruins all the fun! And by the way you don't have to look at it like that. That man whore of yours can't give you a descent fuck, these guys can."
"Char!" Isabelle quickly covers her best friends mouth "We are in public! I don't want people knowing about that man whore."
"Oh, sweetie. Everybody already knows." Charlotte says comforting.
Isabelle gasps for air: "What?"
"Oh, come on Elle. It's not like you didn't knew that. You caught him yourself in the bathroom at the last party."
"True." She states and looks at Charlotte: "It's not like you're going to make me place a bet, are you Char?"
Charlotte smiles at her friend. "Of course not. But I already know you will. I was here last year and they always have the hottest boys in town. Mmm…"
"Ok." Isabelle laughs: "Don't start drawling already. It's really annoying."
Charlotte smiles and pulls her friend towards the bar and orders them both a dry martini, just to get in the mood.
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Alexander has decided to 'watch' the show from the side until it's his time to shine.
The crowd goes wild when the curtain moves and reveals the sexy woman who he had almost a little adventure with this afternoon. Apparently her name is Alice, something he totally forgot to ask this afternoon. Wonder why…
A smile appears onto his face when she introduces the first item of the auction tonight. The guy appears in what looks like a tailor made black suite. Alex looks down at his own outfit. He's defiantly the bad boy tonight. With his tight dark blue jeans to show off his cute behind, sleeveless shirt, black leather jacket and avatar sunglasses. The ultimate fantasy of rich woman, their forbidden fruit. He's the apple in Eve's paradise. Nerves start building in side Alex, he's growing a lump in his throat.
"Almost show time sugar." Alice whispers, while squeezing his behind again.
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"And?" Charlotte wonders: "Have you seen anything yet?"
"No, Char. And you promised that you wouldn't push. Remember!"
Alice reappears on stage: "That was the last one of the night ladies! But then again, you know we always save the best for last. And believe me ladies, this year tops all previous years." She bits her lower lip before she calls him out: "Ladies, our special act of the night. The one, and believe me, the only mister Alexander Bolton!"
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The music starts to play. Alex glides onto his knees into the spotlight in the front of the stage. The ladies start to scream like some celebrity has appeared on stage. He flashes them his million dollar smile and loses his avatar sunglasses, only to reveal his piercing blue eyes. He stands up and grabs the microphone to start singing. Drawing even more attention upon him:
Hey little girl with the cash to burnWell I'm selling something you won't returnHey little girl take me off the shelfCause it's hard having fun playing with yourselfOnce you browse through the whole selectionShake those hips in my direction
Bringing it back if she never did seeTake me home and then unwrap meShop around with every dollarI've got to beThe ladies' choiceLadies' choiceThe ladies' choice
He sure has the attention of the complete crowd. No doubt about that. Of one more than everyone else. Charlotte smiles up at her best friend: "Now, that's something for you."
"Are you nuts!" Isabelle shouts: "He's so full of himself, everyone can see that!"
"So?" Charlotte asks her: "Look at the way he walks. Looks like one hell of a lover to me."
Isabelle rolls her eyes at her friend. Somehow she can't resist to move her eyes back to the stage, to the cocky, but gorgeous bad boy.
Hey little girl looking for a saleTest drive this American maleIt's going to take cash to fill my tankSo let's crack open your piggy bankHey little girl if you're window shoppingI got something that's traffic stopping
The bold lyrics make her smile. He sure got nerve. The way he brings it is so playful, that it's actually cute. A smile slowly takes over her face, when she seen how his eyes keep coming back to her. "They're going to start bidding soon. Make sure you're in there girl." Charlotte teases. Expecting a groan from her friend, but she finds her actually amused staring at the stage.
Hey little girl on a spending spreeI don't come cheap but the kisses come freeOn closer inspection I'm sure that you'll agreeI'm the ladies' choiceThe ladies' choiceThe ladies' choice
He stops singing and the instrumental music takes over.
Alice appears upon stage: "We begin at 500$."
The crowd goes silent for a few seconds.
"Come on ladies. Otherwise this young man is all mine." Alice smirks up at him and squeezes his behind again. Once the first bid is on the role the next one follows pretty soon.
"Ok, ladies, I've got an offer of tree and a half thousand dollars. Who offers more? Anyone? Really no one?" Alice asks the crowd. "Going once… Going twice…"
"five thousand!" a female voice shouts.
Charlotte looks around to see who has just called that ridiculous high bid.
"5000$ For the lady in red, in the back." Alice points out.
Isabelle smirks holding up her hand, until the blue eyes guy's meet with her dark brown ones once again. Charlotte turns her head to the side: "Oh my god. You didn't."
"You told me to." Isabelle spats back.
Alice on stage counts it down: "five thousand going once, going twice, sold! To the lady in red!" Alex cuts in screaming into the microphone to commence the song again.
He grabs the microphone from it's stand and jumps down from the stage, onto the tables and makes his way over to the back. With the song almost over he stand on top of the table right in front of both Charlotte and Isabelle. Charlotte looks up openmouthed at Alexander, who only seems to have attention for his new owner. He holds out his hand for her to take. Once she's put hers in his, he quickly pull her up on the table. Only to make even more mouths drop in the room. Charlotte is now happily smiling at her friend. He puts his hand at her lower back and pushes her body against his with a smirk before finishing the last sentence of the song: "I'm the ladies' choice"
Alex wets his bottom lip before announcing his name again, only this time personally towards her. He always thought that his name being announced in front of a crowd was his lifetime dream. This unknown woman may have just changed that.
