Catch Me Alpha Dad

CHAPTER 002

Terra’s P.O.V

Now I believe that ‘WHEN THE RICE COMES TO THE CHICKEN INSTEAD.’ With the dim light of the club casting a sultry shine over the crowded dance floor, in harmony with the massive pulse of the music beating out my racing heart, and with Delton sitting unsuspectingly at the bar, I was all ready. For all this time, I had planned so meticulously that I wasn't going to let any detail slip away.

But now, I was standing just a few paces away from him, dizzily spinning. One shot of tequila should not have done this to me. I was a responsible drinker, but my nerves were playing tricks on me. My mind started racing with the question that had haunted me for days: Is this the right thing to do?

I hadn't had time to respond to that thought when I saw him glance at me with a concerned look. His brows had drawn together slightly, and his lips parted as if he were about to speak.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

The genuine feeling in his voice threw me off for a second. This was not supposed to happen. He was not supposed to care. I caught my breath, putting a hand to my forehead in mock distress. "I— I didn't realize how much I drank tonight," I stammered, making a pretend show of dizziness. "And it's getting really hot."

I leaned into him a little, my legs unsteadily splayed from side to side, but more from the trepidation of the four inches of stilettos, not that I was inebriated. His cologne washed over me, almost suffocating. That scent-that smell-it was dangerous, intoxicating enough in its own right. It made me remember too much of him—Damian.

Pain seeped from my chest. Damian… Why did his father have to look so much like him?

"Sorry," I said with a soft chuckle, trying to cover my turmoil. "I'm just such a clumsy drinker."

His eyes, those dark gray eyes that mirror his son's, locked onto mine. The world stopped. I was drowning. Not in alcohol. Drowning in memories of Damian—his touch, his voice, his promises that I once believed in. And now here I was, standing inches from his father, a man I was planning to manipulate for my twisted reasons.

"You're not fine," Delton said, his voice low and worried. "You should get out of here, out of this bar. A place like this isn't for someone like you. If you don't watch out, you're going to get yourself f****d by a random guy."

Fucked? That was so unusual to hear but he is right. It was a bitter word to hear but he had no idea how much hurt I'd already suffered because of losing his son. How Damian's sudden departure from my life left me broken. The pain of abandonment had transformed into this burning desire for revenge. But now, here I sat, pretend drunk girl, to get closer to his father, Delton. Simple plan: get under his skin, make him trust me, then. Everything I needed would be at my disposal to bring Damian back into my life.

“No," I replied, shaking my head. Hold the tears at bay. "I'm all right, really,"

I felt this heat rising inside me; it wasn't from the drink, but from proximity-from memories of Damian, all the actual things that sprang back at me, his touch, his lips. And now, under the dim lights of the bar, his father was standing right in front of me: an all-too-real reminder of the man whom I could not still get over.

Moving closer to him was something I had done without knowing what I was doing. "Fine, getting fuckeed by you tonight then," I whispered, the words spilling out of my throat before I could catch them back inside. What am I doing? That wasn't part of the plan.

Delton's eyes widened in shock as his body tensed, but I leaned in, finding his lips. His lips were soft and warm, almost like Damian's, and I could almost convince my mind that it was him. The kiss was electric, re-igniting something deep within me that had not felt the surface of life for a long time.

What was I doing? A voice screamed inside my head. This wasn't supposed to happen. I was supposed to be in control. I was supposed to be the one calling the shots. But as Delton's hands crept up to my waist, pulling me closer, I felt myself slipping further into the unknown, less sure who was manipulating whom.

And then, without realizing how that had happened, we were stumbling into one of the private rooms upstairs, his lips never leaving mine, his hands tracing the curves of my body. My back hit the wall, and I gasped as his lips moved down to my neck, his breath hot against my skin.

I hadn't wanted to give this up. This was not the play. But every cell inside of me screamed to carry on, to be lost in this moment, to forget Damian and the pain he had caused me.

"Quit," I spat, but my body had other plans, reaching out for Delton, tangling my hands into his hair, and pulling him closer. "We have to quit."

Dark and hungry, my eyes settled on him. "You're playing with fire," he growled, pressing me back against the wall. "And I'm not sure I can stop."

My heart pounded in my chest. This was wrong. So wrong. But God, it felt so right.

"I don't care," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I don't care anymore."

Delton's hand dropped down my body, and his touch caused a shiver down my spine. He was everything I had ever wanted in a man who was strong, commanding, and powerful. And yet, he wasn't the man I wanted. Not really.

Damian… His name echoed in my mind, a painful reminder of the man who'd once made me feel all of these things and so much more. I had loved him—truly loved him. And now, here I was, using his father to try to get him back.

"f**k, my c**k is getting harder!” He remarked, nudging me slightly. With seriousness, he said, "Leave here now till I can manage to control myself."

I gave a throat clear. His expression was astonished when my knees hit the floor, but I was even more shocked by what I was doing.

I looked up at his face and saw that he had this strong, attractive gaze

"Let me see that cock."

“Get up and f**k! You are drunk!"

"I am not," I said, beginning to unzip his zipper when I noticed he was being quite firm in that area.

He grasped my left hand and said, "You might be just college students now get the f**k off and leave here."

"Who gave that information to you?” I answered calmly, raising my head to once more meet his face.

Before he reacted I took his c**k and let it out after unbuttoning his pants before he objected one more time. It was so large that, for a brief moment, my eyes grew larger. I raised my hands in the air and began to play it after clearing my throat.

"Damn it!” He hissed appreciatively. I wonder whether he's married or whatever, but whatever I start should have a positive result, so I'm playing it again and it's getting bigger and bigger. Despite my confusion, my heart kept pushing me to keep going.

"s**t! Screw it!" His voice is getting lower while cursing seems like he enjoys it with hesitation.

I've never seen c**k this incredibly huge. I never see Damian so why do I expect not to get shocked seeing one? Damian is a decent man who just wants to appreciate the little things in life, like I did and he repeat me a lot before.

“I am! f**k!”

Delton's enormous c**k makes me feel as though I'm already wet underneath while I play with it. No. I didn't even realize I was licking his head down there, and I didn't want to feel that way. I was able to go deeper and deeper since it was so smooth and velvety. His sperm had already exploded in my mouth before I realized. Delton, I must be a part of your life. Damian will once again be mine, I promise. I am confident that he truly loves me, and we will carry out all of our plans.