COCKY ALPHA

Chapter 1 Dantes O'Neil

DANTE'S PENTHOUSE, LOS ANGELES.

The music was blaring so loudly he could hardly hear himself, as much as he enjoys throwing parties in his home. Nothing prepares him for the noise and the cramped room. No matter how much he seeks a small gathering, they would always turn up in plenty. Only Dante O'Neil can throw the best and most expensive party in the entire city. The smell of different sweats morphed together makes his head ache every time.

Sniffing, Dante dragged his staggering self to the bar where his most reserved friend, Aiden Carter, served the drinks. For every party held, he resolves to stick to the bar. Aiden was bad at holding his alcohol and does himself and everyone a favor by not mingling with the others.

"Care for a drink?" Aiden inquired.

"If I take one more shot, I will probably end up in a coma. I am good." Dante waved it off. His eyes blurred. He had promised himself not to drink beyond his usual intake. But his stubborn self had decided to partake in a "never have I" game and ended up chugging almost half of the drink put up for the game.

"I see, the game, uhn," his friend mumbled, and when Dante nodded in response, a small laugh escaped Aiden's lips.

Dante sure is a bad boy, one of the finest of Los Angeles' prominent and good-looking bachelors. Despite being a renowned web designer for the most exotic companies in Los Angeles, Dante thrived on the earnings of his grandfather, who runs a renowned pharmaceutical company in New York. Being the only surviving bloodline, Dante ensures to enjoy the benefits to the fullest and never ceases to extend the chances to his friends and the different kind of ladies he spends his time with.

"How about we go for a ride? You are sober," Dante suggested.

Aiden raised a brow, "and who would look after the people here? Moreover, it's three-thirty in the morning. Don't you think you should take a nap?"

Dante groaned, "stop trying to advise me. Shawn is right here; he can handle everyone." Their eyes searched for Shawn, and they saw him receiving a pleasurable blowjob with his head thrown to the back from a red-haired lady. Dante grinned. "This is why I love Shawn."

Scoffing, Aiden dropped the napkin he had in hand. "and it's obviously the reason why you prefer me as your driver. Crazy being."

Laughing loudly, Dante stood up from the stool and was about to make a move for the door when something hit him from behind. "What the f..." His words didn't form as he was forced to keep mute at the sight of a fuming Renee.

"You bastard!" Renee screamed, bringing the music to a halt. Everyone stared at one another, confused about what the noise was all about.

Dante chuckled awkwardly, "Renee, baby. You are here."

"You son of a gun!" She bellowed, hitting his chest. "how dare you sleep with my friend?"

He scratched the back of his head, "what friend?"

"Don't try to pretend. I saw the message exchange between you and Penelope. To think you slept with each other on my birthday! How much of a scum can you be?" She wailed.

"Oh, that. It was just a one-time thing." He shrugged. His words got him a filled cup of alcohol thrown in his face. "Shit!" Dante cursed under his breath.

"Did you just deny sleeping with me more than once? You and I had sex at the hotel last night!" Penelope came forward to defend herself; she felt betrayed because of how much she had bragged to Renee about her escapades with her friend's boyfriend.

Dante kissed his teeth, glaring hard at both ladies. "The last time I checked, I am not obligated to be with just one of you. I can be with anyone at any time I choose. You're lucky; you should be happy that you got a taste of me. Now get out, both of you. And if anyone is still interested in enjoying the free drinks and food, toss both of them out of my house."

Within the blink of an eye, two hefty guys had lifted each lady, making their way towards the door. Dante looked unfazed by their curses. He wasn't new to the trend, and everyone knows him for being controversial. It's almost like a consolation prize for him to appear in the tabloids every week. DANTE O'NEIL, THE NOTORIOUS HANDSOME HEARTBREAKER.

Still, none of the ladies learn from the falls of their predecessors and choose to give in to him. They had the crazy thought that he might eventually choose either one of them, which makes it more fun for Dante to involve himself with as many ladies as he wants. Most of them were models; he always has a way of causing a ruckus among the entertainers.

"You, my man, are the only mentor I will always look up to," Shawn praised him, joining them at the bar when everything had fallen back to order.

"Do you always have to back him up?" Aiden looked displeased.

"And why do you always have to act offended?" Shawn retorted drunkenly.

Dante had a proud smirk on his face, "I did well, right? Those two have been a hard nut to crack. And I had to spend so much to get their attention. Sucks, right?"

Aiden pushed at his head, "Nothing here sucks except your lifestyle. Your parents would be disappointed."

"But I won't even notice because they are dead, man." Dante laughed uncontrollably, joined in by his aide Shawn. "Please, come take me on that ride, Aiden."

Taking a deep breath, Aiden huffed in exhaustion. "Let's go." He said, checking his pocket for a car key. Shawn stayed back as his eyes met with the red-haired lady. Appears they have unfinished business.

"Wait a minute," Dante told Aiden as they walked towards the elevator. His eyes landed on one of the ladies he had been trying to talk to all night, but she was being followed around by a guy who looks like her boyfriend. This time she was alone. Clearing his throat, he tapped her shoulder. "Need a ride?"

The brown-eyed, innocent-looking face smiled shyly at him. "I would appreciate it."