Alpha Male Blast from the Past

By Isla Chiu

My future used to look so promising. I graduated from high school at the top of my class and got into Princeton. But then I flunked out of the Ivy League school. Now I'm prancing around in a skimpy French maid outfit while waiting on sleazy rich guys at Parisian Dream. Ag, more like Parisian Nightmare.

I don't think things could get any worse until I find myself waiting on Gerald Holland, my former best friend. And it turns out he's still a little—okay, very—salty about how I rejected him in high school. But though he acts like he hates me, he also acts like he still wants me...

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He's treating me like a charity case. If I had a little more pride, I would tell him to take back his money. But I have a stupid amount of student loans to pay off for my one semester of college, so I keep the cash. "What do you do nowadays?" I ask. Gerald definitely had a glow-up after high school. He lost all of his baby fat and now looks like the stereotypical handsome rich guy from a romance novel. Chiseled cheekbones, a strong jaw, and a sleek blond haircut straight out of an expensive salon. His emerald-green eyes are the same though.

"I design apps," he says. "I recently sold one to Google for a pretty penny."

That explains the custom-tailored suit and Rolex.

He grins. "Not bad for someone who had a 2.0 GPA in high school, eh?"

"Not bad," I murmur. I should be glad for Gerald—and I am—but his success makes my failure all the more painful. In high school, people expected great things from me and expected nothing from Gerald. Yet I'm a Princeton dropout and he is a Rolex-wearing tech mogul.

"I bet you regret rejecting me in high school."

I glare at him. "Did you just come here to rub your success in my face?"

"That's one reason. The other reason is I had a burning desire to see you in a sexy French maid outfit." He glances at my cleavage and legs, making me blush. "A wet dream come true."

• Language: English
• Publisher: Isla Chiu
• Release date: Sep 14, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393664031

Isla Chiu

When I manage to tear myself away from taking Buzzfeed quizzes and watching unhealthy amounts of TV, I write romance and smut. My works feature alpha males, sexy times, and/or my sarcastic sense of humor. I hail from Cleveland, aka the best freaking city in the world, and believe LeBron James is the perfect human being. Despite all of my efforts, I have never truly been able to quit caffeine. My favorites include Taylor Swift, Florence + the Machine, and SHINee. I love to hate/hate to love k-dramas. If I say I’m on a diet, I’m just lying to you and myself. One of these days, I'm going to get hypertension from an excess of salt, both literal and figurative. If I'm awkward around you, I probably don't know what to say to you and/or I think you're hot. And despite what anyone says, Forrest Gump so deserved that Oscar over Pulp Fiction.

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Alpha Male Blast from the Past

Isla Chiu

Published by Isla Chiu, 2020.

Alpha Male Blast from the Past

Isla Chiu

Published by Isla Chiu, 2020.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

ALPHA MALE BLAST FROM THE PAST

First edition. September 14, 2020.

Copyright © 2020 Isla Chiu.

ISBN: 978-1393664031

Written by Isla Chiu.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

ALPHA MALE BLAST FROM THE PAST

First edition. September 14, 2020.

Copyright © 2020 Isla Chiu.

ISBN: 978-1393664031

Written by Isla Chiu.

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Title Page

Copyright Page

Well, this is humiliating

Guess who's coming to lunch

Boyfriend

What they say about your first time...

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Long night, babe? Arlene, one of my fellow servers, asks.

Yeah, I say. My last customer refused to tip me because I wouldn’t assist him with the tiny bulge in his pants.

She scowls. Asshole.

How about your night?

My last guy was almost a gentleman. He only ‘accidentally’ touched my butt once.

King Arthur would be so proud of his chivalry, I deadpan.

Sometimes, this job makes me want to exterminate the entire male population, Arlene says.

Oh, don’t be so negative, Arlene. I give her a shit-eating grin, imitating our boss Nathaniel. Just smile more.

Ugh, your imitation is so spot-on that I have to stop myself from stabbing you.

Well, Arlene, while I would love to annoy you all night, I have to go attend to one last customer.

See you around, babe.

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