THE LONELY ALPHA

~Mia Mondragon~ After a while of resting, I came out of my slumber feeling as if my whole body was on fire. It's impossible to put into words how awful I feel right now. In addition to this, when I opened my eyes, everything that I saw was hazy and ghostly, and I could make out flowers through the mist. However, I also get the impression that this is the aesthetic choice for the opulent Presidential Suite's furnishings. Golden in its magnificence, crystallized water may be found in each cup. "This is scorching... What am I doing here? I had the uncontrollable want to get up and locate some water to drink, but I could see that my body was completely immobilized and I had no power at all. My chin was grabbed by a muscular hand out of nowhere. "You are awake, all you have to do is get up. Do you want to act like you are dead?" My eardrums are being assaulted by the deep, alluring tones of a man's voice. Although I understood every word, I was confused by the significance of the link that existed between us. However, who exactly is this man? As I struggled to open my eyes and focus on the face of this other person, I felt dizzy and disoriented. But all that could be seen was a shadowy outline. It's like a purposeful haze in a movie. It seemed as if some deeply ingrained, primal need was resonating throughout my body at the same time as the heat in my body became even more intense. My question was, "Who are you?" I had no idea that my voice had grown so sensitive over the years, and that others who listened to it might sometimes feel their bones become brittle. Despite this, it is clear that the man's resistance was strong. Because he squealed so much, his bones were not as crisp as they normally are. A bony hand holding a gorgeous goblet, which is trembling, causing the blood-colored liquid within to move about. He released his grip on my chin. Why would you ask who I am? Shouldn't you at least be familiar with your husband? He smiles. Because I'm not married yet, the things that go through my head are quite hazy right now. Or does this imply that the individual in question is aware of the secret I've been keeping? Oh no, it just isn't going to work. "Oh, sure, well, I wish I had a spouse... Hehe...," I said with a laugh. It's too bad that I didn't... I shifted a little bit in my position on the bed, and while I couldn't explain why I was doing it, it did seem to make my body more at ease. Suddenly, the guy set the goblet down on the nearby sofa table in the space next to him. His body sent forth a chilly breath at that same moment. As difficult as it would be to move a large iceberg: "Lady, you have my beautiful love bead, and you've been running away from me believing that I won't be able to locate you." I was unable to move at all, and all I wanted was to locate a body of water, dive into it, and dissolve into it. Who has the strength to cope with the words that defy explanation that he spoke? "Well… I'm dreaming…" I made an attempt to close my eyes. Why should anything that someone else is saying worry me when I don't even have a lover in the first place? "Dreaming? I'll tell you whether you're dreaming when you wake up!" The guy tugged the belt that was around his waist, which resulted in the wide bathrobe that was on his body being ripped off by his dashing and rapid movements. Then floated away in the room like a white cloud before falling to the ground. My clothing were grasped by slender, attractive fingers, and there was a hissing sound in my ear. The only sensation I had was of the chilly air penetrating my flesh. I questioned him by asking, "What are you doing?" "Let me help you make your dreams come true!" Instantaneously, a larger version of his face appeared in front of me; yet, when I attempted to get a good look at it, I was unable to do so. I was compelled to open my eyes due to the constriction of my respiration. "Mia, get up! " If you don't, you're going to be late for work." My best friend, Sofia Andrew, grabbed and held on to me. I abruptly opened my eyes and looked up at the ceiling as I was shaking my body. "Oh, my heavenly goodness! It feels like a dream," I sprung out of bed and said, "What a waste it is to have a spring dream!" I had the thought, "I don't even know where Sofia vanished into right now," so I thought to myself. I. Mia Mondragon, often known as "MM," is a gold medal journalist who has always done things in a clean and crisp manner, including fantasizing and being hilarious. My work has won several awards. An strange spring dream like this one might also affect my sleep, which was a little frustrating for me since this isn't the first time I've had it; in fact, it happens rather often. After putting herself together in business attire, Sofia said to me, "There was an interview today, and it is believed that many media outlets are grabbing the headlines, we should have gone early." "Who?" "The Chief Executive Officer of M.A, who has just returned from a trip to the United States." As Sofia continued to pack up her belongings, she said, "God, you don't know, this individual is described as the most attractive man in the whole planet." However, no one is aware of his history or any member of his family; all that is known is that he lives up to the expectations of every woman's fantasy lover. I wasn't interested in finding out how good-looking the person I was going to interview was; all I cared about was whether or not I could get it into the headlines. Because the interview was set to take place at two in the afternoon, I had to swiftly get on my computer and start looking up information on the CEO of M.A. I did this as fast as I could. The first image that caught my attention was of a guy leaning against a Bugatti with one of his legs awkwardly bent and his hands stuffed into his pockets. Albert Ros, the incoming president of MK, has spent a significant amount of time in the United States. He plans to go back to the Philippines in the not-too-distant future in order to assume control of the firm. He had a fiancée in the past, but when she embarrassed him by letting loose his pet pigeons during the ceremony, he broke off their engagement and has never sought to become involved in another relationship since then. "Eww, that's not good at all. But I think I've seen this face before... I said to myself. I was able to sense the icy wind blowing off of this man's iceberg as I zoomed in on his Internet photo that was shown on my computer. Oh my, it just can't be right. Why on earth would I ever consider the possibility that this individual was the same as the man who appeared in my dream? When I thought about the intricacies of that heart-pounding spring dream, I guess you could say that I'm suffering from a case of self-delusion. Those moments caused me to redden somewhat. That is really insane. I have no right to be proud of myself. This is due to the fact that I have been alone for such a long time, which is causing me to think about things that are impossible. Funny! ******************** Albert Ros remained emotionless as he stood in the plush presidential suite's front room in front of the enormous floor-to-ceiling window, staring out at the busy metropolis that was bathed in sunlight outside the window. His height of about one meter and nine centimeters is accentuated by a well-tailored suit that makes him stand even more erect; from the top to the bottom, it looks like a javelin. Even if it is just back, it is still seductive because it has a fantastic shape with broad shoulders and small hips, also known as a natural hanger. As the afternoon sun poured through the window, it gilded a coating of gold around his body, making it seem as if the whole person was bathed in its holy light. This made him appear brilliant and surreal. "Mr. President, the press conference that was scheduled to begin at 2:00 is ready to get underway. Are you ready?" David entered the room from behind him and inquired. Albert Ros turned around, revealing a set of delicately thin lips, a bridge of the nose that was perfectly straight, and two intimidating sword eyebrows. The whole of the face line is very three-dimensional, knife-sharpened and chiseled, and is an excellent example of nature's artistic ability. Particularly a pair of eyes that are set low. He exudes a gloomy air that draws people's attention at first glimpse, and he is the center of everyone's attention. However, people are afraid to look him in the eye since he is the president of M.A, and people often refer to him as Almighty Albert Ros, who is high above, and they idolize him. Therefore, people are afraid to look him in the eye. "No haste." Two words were spat out with thin lips that were slightly open and a magnetically excellent voice. David had already assured Albert Ros that he would withdraw, but now Albert Ros questioned, "What about that woman?" David responded by saying that she would most likely be there given that she is a gold medal reporter.