The Wicked Alpha

Chapter 4. Well... Hello!

Point of view: Emara Stone

Chop. Chop.

Little left.

Little right.

And done with my new haircut.

I run my fingers through my short hair, they feel soft and tangle-free. I comb my hair and set them back like boys do.

Damnnnn! I look so badass.

If I were a boy I would have definitely been a boxer or a model or maybe a trainer. But I know just like others, I would have ended up being a fuckboy.

But damn, those hair suits me so well. After taking fifteen to twenty selfies, I wear Ethan's white shirt and his black suit. I turn towards the mirror.

Well... Hello!

Fuck! I should definitely marry me.

I have never been impressed by myself like this in my whole life. Now that my hair is short, my cheekbones and jawline get highlighted making me look like young Johnny Depp.

Though the suit makes me look petite, I still rock in it. I turn left then right in front of the mirror to check myself. But then my ass gets my attention, why do my butt cheeks look bigger in pants?

Damnnnn! I am a thick chick.

I think I should wear Ethan's clothes more often, male’s clothes bring out the cool personality in me. I put some gel on my hair and set them back which makes me look like a bad boy from 90s movies. With my makeup weapon, I draw light stubble and thick eyebrows which gives me a masculine look. Perfect. I look so neat.

A beautiful man. Girls, be aware. Hold your panties. I’m about to get naughty. Hahaha!

I did a little google search on Damison Groups. They have branches in 18 countries, 5 board of members, Founder Josh Damison, Chairman Brad Damison, CEO & President Ryan Damison, COO Rose Damison, CMO Daniel Damison.

I see a family business. A big family business.

With a final look in the mirror, I take Ethan's degree and certificates then leave the apartment.

My head feels light with no ponytail, I unintentionally keep running my fingers through my hair. A smile appears on my face as I feel their softness, now I get it why boys keep touching their hair. 

As I walk by the road on the footpath, I keep checking my reflection in the shop's glasses.

Damn that hair. Damn that ass.

I swirl and turn my ass left and right to check out myself. I look like a cool dude, whose phone is filled with hot chicks’ numbers.

Suddenly, I hear some giggles coming from the front. I see two girls smiling at me as they check me out. One of them is wearing a very short skirt which screams I'm a hoe.

I wink at her and give her my artful smile. They both blush and do a hand wave 'Hi' to me.

Bitches.

I wave for the cab as I don't want to be late for my interview. Nor do I want to waste my time on them as I am not planning to be a lesbian. I turn around to look at those girls who are standing there pouting at me, probably waiting for me to go talk to them.

Instead, I get inside the cab not giving them any further attention, a satisfactory smile surfaces on my face knowing that I not only look a man but a handsome one. I tell the driver address to the Damison Group as I check the time on my wristwatch.

"Interview, lad?" I hear the driver's voice, I can tell he is an Irish from his way of talking.

He reminds me of my Irish ex-boyfriend who wanted to marry me. Not because he loved me but to get a PR here. I hated him, but I am glad that the government threw him in jail for a fake passport and visa.

"Yes, and don't make me late. It's very important." I speak croaky to sound manly.

"A lil' tip for ye', be polite to gals. Ye' wil definitely get the job." He winks.

Are you kidding me!! I look bisexual or what?

Not caring to reply to him, I look outside the window at the passing buildings. I lower my side's window and feel the wind. My eyes close automatically as I feel the wind, telling me to keep going and assuring that everything will be alright.

I wonder if I should tell Ethan about this plan. How will he react? He will probably tell our parents about this. I hope if he ever comes to know about this, he will understand me and anyway I’ll be working for a few months only till I earn a little to get myself settled for another job.

"We are here, all the best, don't forget yer tip." I hear the driver's voice.

I look outside the window and see two large buildings. I had to crook my neck to look up, the buildings might have over fifteen floors. The Damison Group written on both of them in big and bold letters.

I take a deep breath and remind myself that everything will be alright.

God is with me, I will get this job today. Yes!