Messing with the Alpha: A Tale of a Succubus

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Wendy’s POV

The look on Asher’s face is one of pure shock and disbelief. He definitely underestimated me too much. I know I went out of my way to get that exact thing done but I had to teach him a lesson. I was dealing with a lot of i***t boys already and I shouldn’t have to get the same ass behavior from my so called mentor. I can’t help but smirk evilly at the success of a well executed plan. Asher is livid and the rest 9f the mentees are just staring in wide eyed shock. They may have worked out that it was me and I could sense that they knew of the tension between us already from the way I interrupted his lessons and now this.

“Well, you have no evidence that it was me, do you? Besides why would my supposed mentor have porn videos on his laptop? I mean I totally respect the need for you to… and I respect s*x workers but it isn’t appropriate is it?” I say rising up and the guys laugh at the joke. For the first time their derogatory nature was useful. Asher looks absolutely furious and I’m relishing every single moment of this.

“Well, let’s proceed then.” He says gruffly when the laughter had died down. He refused to use the projector throughout the lesson and stuck to the markers and whiteboard. Well, I respect the old methods, you can never go wrong with that. He hands out the graded answer sheets. Of course I got a perfect score. I wasn’t expecting less. After class, the students file out of the class and I was somehow the last one to leave.

I wanted to leave with the throng of people so that I could escape the reprimand and the fight that may occur. Just as I was about to take my skinny ass small body of a succubus out the door, Asher leans his really ripped off arm on the door frame. Well, he definitely works out. I take a deep breath to get patience from all the spiritual forces. I don’t want to have to do this.

“Well, hello Asher.” I greet with an eye roll.

“You don’t get to call me Asher. It’s Mr. Dauqe. Blah. That makes me sound like my father. Never mind. Just sit. We need to talk.” He says, scratching his head. I notice how he looks for the first time today. He looks like he has been through hell and back, speaking from someone who has actually been there. Just for the tiny sliver of pity I felt, I obey him without making a fuss.

“I am having you removed from my group.” He says without warning. Well, that’s a shock. I wasn’t expecting him to give up so easily. It was really fun to pick on him and watch how frustrated he was.

“Well, I understand. I know it’s tough to have a really smart woman on your team that wouldn’t want to feed your ego like the ass kissers.” I reply cockily. His eyebrow rises in shock. It was definitely not the reaction he was expecting. I bet he wanted me to beg.

“Well, it’s decided then. You’ll join my colleague instead while I deal with these dumbasses. Wish you luck, though.” He says, all professional like. I hate that he can put aside his emotions and all I want to be is really selfish and powered by emotions.

“You still owe me an apology, you know.” I tell him, knowing it would be like burning the olive branch he just extended. It’s not deliberate. I just think it is the right thing for him to do. If he can’t just simply apologize then I’m afraid I would continue being a child and being the smaller person.

Asher Dauqe just scoffs at what I had just said. He looks at me disbelievingly. Well, I outdid myself. I should be out in the Guinness book of world records for the person who had managed to get a shocked reaction from the same person for multiple times consecutively.

“Oh my God! Can’t you just get over that, please?” He yells a little bit, running his hand through his hair.

“No. I wouldn’t .” I reply stubbornly. I know right now I’m just fanning the flames of the fire but I really don’t care. He has to apologize for ruining my well put together outfit on my first day. I needed to feel comfortable in my outfit making sure it is the right mix of fashion and still watered down in the sense that it coyld be like I was dressing up or dressing down if you looked at it differently. He took that away from me and as if it was a ritual, my first day and every other day after has been in ruins.

“For f**k’s sake, you legit just embarrassed me in front of a bunch of college idiots. Isn’t it enough?” He yells. He ethinks that because I had done payback for what he did, that I would be softer. I need him to apologize. I am not just a pushover. If I let him go Scot free for doing that crime to me, then others would most definitely trample all over me.

“Yo know what, damn it. You are in the wrong here. Why do you find it so hard to apologize? If you had just been a tad nicer we wouldn’t be here!” I yell back at him. A really wrong move but I still don’t care b

“It wouldn’t make a difference. You’re just a spoiled brat who thinks she own the world. It’s a good thing you’re leaving. I can’t deal with you with everything else.” He replies as heatedly as I did.

“Well, fine! I hope to never see you again, jerk!” I yell back, tightening my bag in my shoulders as I leave the class. Well,at least I had the last word in. I was digging into a run of ice-cream when the text came.

Ahhhh! I hate everyone!