The Unexpected Alpha

"Always remember that I'm so proud of you baby girl! And I know in my dark and cruel heart that you're going to do great things today!"

Roxanne chuckled. Listening to her best friend stir her up for the day always made her smile.

"I know babe! It seems so surreal! Emily!"

"It's as real as it gets." The voice at the end of the phone was super excited.

"You texted Jonah yet?"

Emily's question dampened Roxanne's mood. Jonah was her fiance and the absolute love of her life.

However, she had texted him this morning, with words that read; "I'm so pumped for today honey! Wish me luck!" And ended with a red heart and a kissy face emoji. But, it sat at the bottom of the screen, unreplied, as were the seven messages she had sent the morning and night before.

Tonight, they would be marking their three year engagement anniversary. Deep down, she was certain he was going to propose today.

A proposal and a promotion on the same day, wasn't she lucky?!

Roxanne heaved a long sigh and forced a smile. She had to sound as excited as she could for Emily to believe her.

"Yes, I have. He hasn't replied yet. I'm sure he's busy with work, he'll call me later."

Emily didn't buy it.

"When was the last time you two..."

"You know what Em? I'mma head out now. I'm running late already." She cut in.

Their relationship had been rocky since the past few months, but today would change everything, she could feel it.

Roxanne was pumped for her promotion day today, she did not need not need pep talks about how sour her relationship with Jonah had been in the past month. He had just opened his own architecture firm, and so he needed more time to himself. She would not let it bother her.

So, she blew Emily a goodbye kiss and placed her phone on the dressing table and took one last look over her slender frame. In her white suit and black block heels, she could see why Emily liked to refer to her as an European runway model. Maybe she wasn't as tall as them, but she was slim and slender.

Roxanne ran her both hands down her flat stomach and took in deep breaths. Her violet eyes rose up to meet the reflection of her face.

She had made extra effort to apply makeup this morning. Her brows were starting to give her second thoughts, but it had taken her more than an hour to draw and so she wasn't going to wipe if off so easily.

Her chestnut brown hair was wrapped in a cute and tight bun above her head.

Roxanne closed her eyes and smiled.

She would rock her brows and her brand new Armani suit - which she had bought with her six months savings and kept just for this precious occasion - and rule the world of LexCorp, the company she worked for, today.

At least, she would rule the sales world.

With that thought, Roxanne was extremely pumped for today. She picked up her bag, slid her phone into it, walked out of the room before closing her door. She hurried down the short flight of steps and sashayed across the small office that led to the living room.

When she got to the living room, Roxanne heard a knock on her door. Her right brow arched in query. She did not make any deliveries and she was not expecting anybody at her house this Monday morning. So, who could it be?

She would just have to get to the door to find out.

Roxanne hurried towards the door, she was already running late, whoever it was had to state his or her business really quickly.

She turned the door knob and opened it slightly. She had to know who it was first, before giving him or her time to speak.

As she peeped out of the small opening she had created, Her questioning eyes fell on Jonah's face. She was going to break into a smile, until she saw her twin sister, Rayla, standing beside him. They were holding each other's hands firmly, but disintegrated immediately they saw her.

Confused, Roxanne narrowed her eyelids at them, before opening the door wide. She planted herself at the entrance of her door and allowed her keen eyes to dance between the two of them.

Did he plan to surprise her in the presence of her sister, or...?

Jonah Rivers, her boyfriend of thirteen years and current fiance stood there, silent and handsome in his black denim trousers and green vintage sleeves. Roxanne had seen his brown eyes for most of her life, but there was a look in them that she could not recognize. It was between guilt and nonchalance, and it was a very weird combination of expression.

On the other hand, Rayla Harvey, her twin sister, and chief Editor of Vogue New York, stood tall in a blue body con dress and puffed sleeves. Her light blonde hair fell freely down her shoulders, and in her Prada heels, she was almost Jonah's height.

Rayla Harvey had always been the confident, more beautiful and intelligent one between the two of them. But now, Rayla couldn't seem to stop shaking, her eyes continued to wander around Roxanne's face, without landing on her eyes.

She was avoiding Roxanne's gaze, that was odd. Rayla Harvey never avoided anybody's eyes.

Standing there, Roxanne couldn't stand the voice of reasoning in her head.

What were Jonah and Rayla doing at her front door, TOGETHER, hands intertwined? And why wasn't any of them saying anything to her.

Okay. This was not the bouquet of roses and diamond ring she had expected.

Finally, she decided to speak.