Falling for the Alpha

Joy Jenkins had just stepped off the plane when she received a text message.

Sarah Lee leaned over to take a peek and sneered, "Theyre really on the ball, sending a message as soon as you land. Its like they timed it."

Not satisfied, she added, "He was caught dating that popular young actress a couple of days ago. I thought he was too busy to even think about you."

Joy remained silent, put on her sunglasses, pulled her hat brim down low, and handed her suitcase to Sarah. "You go ahead and head back."

Sarah rolled her eyes, seemingly accustomed to this outcome, but still warned, "Dont take the VIP channel. If your fans cant recognize you to begin with, standing there will make you recognizable."

Joy...

This comment was too painful for an actor to hear.

An actor who cant be recognized on the street – its just heartbreaking.

Hailing a taxi on the side of the road, she said "Elite Garden," and the driver glanced at her several times, chuckling, "Young people these days are so much more capable than we were back then. At your age, you can afford a place in a place like that."

Joy remained silent.

After driving for a while, the driver continued, "Which school did you graduate from, and whats your major? Dont get me wrong, my daughter is going to college this year, and Im trying to figure out a good major for her, so she can graduate and find a good job. Where do you work?"

"Cleaning company."

"Ah?" The driver was a bit confused.

Joy sighed, "Sir, can you drive faster? If Im late, Ill get complaints from clients, and itll cost me money."

The drivers mouth twitched, and he fell silent.

Mentally cursing, he thought, A nanny dressed like this, going to such a high-end villa, what kind of person could she be? Society is really messed up!

The car arrived at Elite Garden, Joy paid the fare, and the driver didnt say a word, just turned around and left, splashing mud on Joys pants as he made the turn.

She clicked her tongue, flicked off the mud, and took out her keys to enter.

Elite Garden was an area full of high-end villas, and it was said that the tycoons of BlueOcean Citys elite circle owned properties here. Joy didnt know if it was true or not; she always came in the evening and left in the middle of the night. She didnt even know who lived nearby, let alone what Elite Garden looked like in its entirety.

Entering the villa, she changed her shoes, went to the room to get clothes, and slipped into the bathroom.

Warm water cascaded from above, soaking her hair, which fell like seaweed. Joy leaned back in the bathtub, enjoying the massage, humming in comfort.

Living alone and having such a large bathtub was truly extravagant.

Suddenly, the showerhead stopped, and Joy opened her eyes, but before she could see anything, she was lifted out of the bathtub.

She started to struggle, her body slippery with soap, like an eel. As she struggled, the mans grip slipped, almost dropping her back into the bathtub.

"Stop moving!"

A gritted voice from above, full of authority, made Joy settle down, holding his neck and whispering, "Mr. Banks, Im so scared."

Byron Banks mouth twitched, "Speak properly!"

Joy leaned over and nibbled on his Adams apple, "I want to play a game."

Byron carried her into the bedroom and pressed her onto the bed, asking in a low voice, "What game?"

Joy pounced and bit his lip, "The little game of capturing love..."

This game of love, initiated by Joy and then dominated by Byron, ended with Joy crying and begging for mercy.

A text message notification came from the phone. Byron leaned against the headboard, picked up the phone with one hand, and with the other, casually stroked Joys head. His body carried Joys scent, as well as the decadence and sexiness after their intimacy.

Joy squinted at him.

Deep eye sockets, a high nose bridge, diamond-shaped lips, and an impeccably perfect jawline – this thirty-year-old man was indeed a picture of charm, his looks surpassing even the freshest faces in the entertainment industry, with a body of sinewy muscles that made her feel his strength as he held her waist.

She looked at him for a while, then suddenly said, "Mr. Banks, I wont be coming anymore."

Byrons movements halted, his gaze falling on her face, the warmth from their intimacy already completely dissipated, leaving only coldness.

"What did you say?"

His thin lips parted, his voice cold enough to freeze, making Joys heart tremble.

She had been by Byrons side for almost four years, and she knew his temperament well, at least seventy to eighty percent.

He clearly heard her but asked again, clearly giving her a chance to take back her words.

Joy had always been tactful, not doing things Mr. Banks was unhappy with, and hating what he disliked. She was a cat that loved to be coddled off the bed and a demon that could bewitch him on it, never going against him.

But now...

She took a deep breath and put on a smile she thought was sweet, "Ive met someone I like..."

Byron looked at her, not speaking, his gaze completely frozen, veins protruding on the back of his hand holding the phone. Joy was worried that Mr. Banks might, in a fit of rage, smash the phone into her face.

But she still mustered the courage to finish her sentence, "Ive been acting for a few years, and its just like that. Ive mixed for a few years, and not many people know me. You were right before, I dont have the fate to be popular. After the New Year, Ill be twenty-five, and the best years for an actress are about to pass. I dont plan to waste any more time on it. Ive recently met someone, and I like him so much. I dont want to maintain the relationship between us anymore, Mr. Banks. Lets part on good terms."

This might be the longest speech Byron had listened to her finish in years, aside from being in bed.

She spoke quickly, having rehearsed it in her mind many times. Her cheeks were a little red after speaking, not knowing if it was from speaking too fast or mentioning the person she liked.

Byron lifted her chin, expressionlessly looking at the face that was slightly seductive, "Dont want to be popular?"

Joy was pinched by him, not daring to shout, and replied with a smile, "I dont have that fate, I dont want to."

"Are you throwing a tantrum at me?"

Joy still smiled, "Being spoiled is called throwing a tantrum. I know my place, Mr. Banks, Im serious."

The pressure on her chin suddenly increased, Joys face turning pale with pain, Byron leaned close to her face, and suddenly smiled, sarcastically saying, "Does the person you like know that youve been played out by me?"