The Alphas’ P**n Star Mate

Chloe POV

"You're opening that bottle like it shit in your purse," Cindy smiled coyly at me from across the bar."Shut up," I growled.

"Whoa, honey," Cindy laughed, throwing his head back so the neon lights threw an array of colors off his glittering eyes and lips. "You are a little pissy today. Who did it? Was it Big Boy Boyd?"He turned to stare at Boyd who was entertaining some of our early guests. Boyd was on a pole on the corner stage erotically dancing to I Need a Big Boy, only he had the girls shouting "big Boyd" instead of "big boy" in the lyrics.

He's still mostly dressed, wearing ripped faded jeans and a wife beater, but the way he is working the stage, humping the shit out of it and thrusting his hips everywhere as the women went nuts. There was money flying at him, lying all around the stage and even tucked into the waistband of his boxers showing above his jeans.

"Why would I be pissed at Boyd?"

Cindy shrugged. "It seems to be the theme of the night. He and Kai got into it backstage."

"Huh," I murmured, placing three bottles of hard cider and two glasses of white wine on a tray for Cindy to take to a table.

I don't know why Kai and Boyd are fighting, but that has nothing to do with me. It's not them, but another man that has me all huffy tonight.

It's Mick.

I have been trying not to let anything he said to me earlier get to me, but I can't help myself. Every judgmental word keeps running through my mind again and again. I kept trying to think of other things, but then his eyes flashed through my head, and the condemnation he had towards me in them. Or, I would remember him calling what I did with Darren and the other degrading.

I'll show him degrading when I kick in his judgey face the next time he looks at me.

"I think you're more bothered by the swarm of women that rushed him when he came in the club than by his comments earlier," Cortina snickered. "You shut up too." I huffed. Cortina just giggled.

The big show started at ten, and the crowd was starting to thicken with anticipation as the time drew closer. Right before the boys go on, someone from the bar brings them drinks. With how backed up Cindy and Dave were at getting the drinks out, Riley told me to do it. Too many girls were pawing at Dave for Riley to do it himself. He was too busy glaring at women while watching his mate.

I loaded up a tray with all the men's favorite beer, ignoring the demands of the needy women calling for refills of their wine or hard seltzers. This is the only night out of the whole week we sell White Claws or Trulys. It drives Riley crazy because he hates the sweet scent when they have little taste. He calls them burps in a can.

As I make my way around the bar with my heavy tray, I see Boyd out of the corner of my eye coming towards me. Probably to help me carry the beers. He is often doing needless crap like that, so I hurried to the back before he could get to me. I don't want to lead him by letting him act like he's something more than he is to me.

I was in such a rush to get back to the dressing room that I didn't notice a woman peeking into the back room until I was almost on her. Seeing me, she jumped back from the dressing room door with a sour look on her face, looking me up and down like I was a hindrance. "Can I help you?" I asked, ignoring her disdainful look. I get those looks a lot on ladies' night. I don't get why human women have to always pit themselves against other women for petty reasons like jealousy. Maybe because they have to work to get men instead of expecting a fated mate like other species do. "This is an area for staff only."

"I know that," she snapped. Her upturned nose lifted in the air, making her look like Miss Piggy. The pink outfit and tight blonde curls didn't help. "I'm looking for someone."

I shifted the tray to my other shoulder, getting annoyed that she wasn't moving out of my way. "If it's one of the men, they are about to start the show. You will have to catch them after. If you could move-"

The girl clicked her tongue at me in exasperation, then turned towards the dressing room. "MICK!" she wailed. "MICK! COME OUT HERE PLEASE!"

"Lady," I gritted my teeth to keep my growl from slipping out. It pissed me off to no end that it was Mick she was here for. Of course it was Mick. Why wouldn't it be? "I'm going to kick you fuckin-"

"What's going on?" Mick slipped out of the room, looking confused as his eyes moved between this woman and me. "Jones?" He stared at the blonde bimbo with bewildered recognition.

"Mickey!" She squealed, throwing her arms around his neck and she jumped up to hug him. Her pink tube top barely contained her chest as she pushed it against his bare chest. He was already in costume for the opening act; a construction workers skit. "I came, just like I told you I would! I missed you!"

"What a ditz," Cortina huffed, feeling annoyed with Miss Piggy too. My eyes were focused on Mick, gauging his reaction."That's disappointing," Mick mumbled, raising his hands in the air instead of touching her back. He turned his body to break her hold, making her jut out her bottom lip. "How did you find out where I work?"