The Alpha's World Claimed Me

　　Novel's POV

　　I am so nervous just sitting in the secretary's office of Mr. Volkov. And I know what you're thinking: I came to be interviewed. But no, I came to do an interview. I'm a journalism student from Barcelona International University, and don't think I am interviewing a young, charming CEO, because I'm not. Mr. Dante Volkov is 56 years old and he has a lovely family.

　　"Miss Hart, you can come in now," the secretary said.

　　The secretary is very pretty: slim, with straight blonde hair, ocean blue eyes, long lashes, and flawless makeup. I wish I could be like her, but my makeup is always messed up, which is why I stopped putting on makeup. She is the kind of woman who should be a main character in a romance novel.

　　"Miss Hart, are you listening?"

　　"Yes, thank you," I said, then hurried to the office.

　　I knocked on the door. "Come in," I heard from inside.

　　I took a deep breath, then I walked in, looking confident…I think. When I got in, my eyes couldn't help but wander around. The office is so huge and beautiful. The sofa is brown and professional, and the desk where Mr. Dante Volkov usually sat was cool.

　　Then my eyes moved to the man behind the desk, and my mouth dropped in awe.

　　He has olive skin that complimented his steel grey eyes, dark blonde hair, and a sharp jawline. "Oh, my," I said to myself. I walked a little closer, and that's when I noticed his broad shoulders and muscular build.

　　I know you think I'm gawking at a fifty-six-year-old man, but this one looks to be around his early twenties. "Did I make a mistake?" I thought.

　　I guess he noticed the confused look on my face. "My dad is on leave," he said, then gestured for me to take a seat, which I nodded in response.

　　"...So, hmm." I could not say the words that were in my throat. I thought he was handsome from afar, but up close, I can feel my pants getting soaked. Don't blame me; he is just too perfect.

　　"Ahem," he knocked me out of my dirty thoughts. "Miss Novel Hart, right?" he asked with a smile plastered to his face.

　　Now I am sure I'm wet, because his smile just sent me to heaven and back.

　　"Yes, from Barcelona International University," I tried to compose myself.

　　"Okay, I am Alexei Volkov," he said.

　　Even his name is enough to make me cum. "Novel Hart, compose yourself," I said to myself.

　　"Would you be the one taking the interview, or should I come another time?" I asked.

　　"Yes, I will take the interview, but," he paused like he was thinking of what to say, "don't ask me uncomfortable questions," he finally said with a smile, and I nodded.

　　"I came with ten questions, but I will ask five since we are short on time." He nodded in agreement.

　　I turned on the recorder, then skimmed through the questions, but there was none I could ask. "Hmm, I prepared the questions for Mr. Volkov, so I can't find a question to ask you," I said with a look of frustration.

　　"It's okay, just ask the ones you prepared."

　　"Thank you." He nodded.

　　"What would you say about the growth of your business, and how does being the richest man in New Jersey feel?"

　　He took some time before he answered. "Growing a business is not an easy task. I am grateful to my employees from every department for putting in effort to help the company grow. And being the richest man in New Jersey feels like I am moving forward, and it shows I have potential employees and customers, because they are the ones doing the work, and my customers are the best for always buying from us."

　　I was amused by his answer. He is not only looking like a Greek god, but he is intelligent. I asked the other questions, and he gave very intelligent answers.

　　"The last question: Do you have someone to dedicate your success to?"

　　He thought for a while. "If it was my dad, he would say 'My Wife,' right?" he asked me, and I nodded yes. "That would sound nice, but since I am not my dad, I would say 'My employees.'"

　　"Okay…" I said. "Thank you for your time, Mr. Alexei Volkov," I said with a smile as I stood up to turn off the camera.

　　He also stood up, and I noticed he was 6'4". "Oh, my God, what are you trying to tell me?" I thought to myself.

　　I packed my things and took one last look at him and saw he was looking at me, so I smiled as I made my way to the door. I paused at his words: "Novel, what a nice name." I was so flustered by his words, I couldn't look at him, so I hurriedly left his office.

　　It's so sad. After today, I wouldn't get to see him again.

　　"How was it?" the hot-looking secretary asked like she was worried for me.

　　"It was okay, and nice," I said, then waved her goodbye.

　　I took a cab to my house, and throughout the ride, I could not stop thinking about him. "Alexei." How would it be if he were to take me? Would he be gentle or rough? How would his kiss taste?

　　When I reached my apartment, I paid the driver, then entered the elevator to my apartment. I was so exhausted. I took a quick shower, then I lay on my bed ready to sleep when an idea came to my head. So I followed my thoughts. I searched his name on Google to know about him, but could not find anything, only a picture of him and his dad.

　　"What a waste of time," I said.

　　I was about to close my eyes when my phone rang. "Who could this be now?" I checked, and it was an unknown number, so I didn't bother picking up the call. I continued my journey to dream land, because tonight I have an appointment with him in my dreams.