The Dark Alpha

Chapter 14

Diamond Louise is many things and has done many things. I've shook the hands of multiple presidents, I've had the opportunity to meet the Royal family and I had my own private plane. I’ve snuck out a couple of times with a group of rebellious teens, I've danced under the moon with a handsome bad boy and I've had my fair experiences of forbidden lustful pleasures in life.

One thing I've never done though was go out of my way to make sure that I looked good enough to eat. I stood in front of my mirror, making sure I smelt delightful and my lips seemed luscious and inviting. Clothed in a white Fenty corset blazer dress, my legs were shiny and smelled of cocoa butter and my Christian Louboutin satin and suede bow platform high heels were the perfect statement.

I've never worn a dress this short in my life. The dress reached just below my buttcheeks and I was almost afraid to bend over. I was doing this for one person and one person only, Arthur Charlesworth. Something about that man made me want to show him everything that I've got.

I don't ever make the first move, I expect the man to be the one who leans down and tell me how badly he wants me, but not tonight. Tonight I was going to be the one who told Arthur exactly what I wanted from him. I'm tired of all of the kisses and make out sessions, the man needs to at least grind on me, and I'm going to make sure we do a lot of that tonight.

Is that forward of me? I guess it is...I am a bit embarrassed by it, but just a tiny bit. If you had a man like Arthur interested in you, trust me, you'd have done this a long time ago. I breathed into my hand to make sure that my mouth didn't smell like hell and a half.

I did a slow strut towards my mirror, enjoying how sexy I looked and felt. I've never felt this forbidden and dangerous. I felt like I could take over the world, and have men fall at my feet.

Even though my cleavage wasn't on display, yes I was taking it one asset at a time, my diamond necklace brought in all of the designs perfectly.

If my mother was here surely she would've fallen over and had a heart attack, but even I was lost in the shape of my hips and the way that body curved and thus dress just held everything together.

I can already imagine how shocked and surprised he'll be when he sees me.

The sound of the doorbell brought me out of my thoughts of self praise, well looks like he's here. I cleared my throat, running my finger over my lipstick to make sure there was no terrible cracks. I quickly blinked a few times to make sure that my fake eyelashes were on properly and wouldn't be falling any time soon.

I winked at myself and flipped my hair over my shoulder as I picked up my clutch bag and held it to my side while I took the steps to my front door, hearing the doorbell ring again.

"Goodness, well isn't someone just excited to see me," I commented with a laugh as I opened the door and froze, my smile falling off my face as soon as my eyes met the dark brown eyes that resembled mine.

"What..." She paused as her eyes widened when she looked me from head to toe, "what the f**k are you wearing?" She swore as her jaw dropped.

"Pearl?" I squeaked out pathetically, "what are you doing here?"

"Wh-wh- how-" she stumbled over her words before her face went from shocked to absolutely stiff, "you're gone for just nine weeks and you've become a prostitute."

I held up my hands, shaking my head, "n-n-no, I was going on a date-"

"With who? A pimp?" She spat as she pushed open my door and pushed me to the side as she looked around the house and then closed the door behind her, "where is he?"

I sighed as I walked over to my sofa and placed my clutch bag down, and stood with my legs together, both afraid and flattened. Afraid of my sister, and flattened because I had to cancel my plans with Arthur tonight. I cleared my throat as I looked down at my feet, feeling ashamed of myself, "I'll uh, I'll go upstairs and change. Please excuse me."

I didn't wait to hear a response from her before I took my clutch bag, remembering that I have my cellphone in there and walked to my bedroom, closing and locking the door behind me. I held in my breath to hear if my sister was following me and when I heard nothing I kicked off my heels and sprinted into my bathroom.

I closed the door behind me and leaned against it, pressing the phone to my ear and praying to God that Arthur was not on his way, or worse, right on my doorstep.

"He-"

"Arthur, Arthur!" I whisper yelled as I leaned against the door.

"What? Are you ok? Di-"

"Everything's cancelled. Don't come to my house," I let out in a whisper attack towards the poor unsuspecting man.

"What? Why?"

"Because," I paused as a shiver went through me, "my sister's here."

"...oh...no?"

"I can't go out with you tonight, I'm sorry."

"Really? Well maybe if I just spoke to her-"

"No!" I exclaimed before I shut my mouth and looked around the bathroom with wide eyes as though my sister would jump from around the corner, "no," I said much softer, "I just can't. I'm sorry. Please don't come by. I love you, Bye."

"Wai-" I cut the phone, sitting still before my back went rigid and the last four words that left my lips resurfaced in my mind.

Holy s**t, I told him I loved him.

I told him I love him.

Did I? Maybe I didn't. I think I imagined it.

Yeah of course. My fear’s just messing with me.

Nope, no it isn’t. I actually said it. I actually told my short while boyfriend that I love him.

I felt my phone vibrate and I looked down at the caller ID to see my sister's face and her name. I pressed on the screen, putting the phone to my ear, "yes?" I asked her.

"Are you done changing? Or are you going to keep yourself locked upstairs in your room?" She responded matter of factly.

"Why didn't you call to tell me you were coming to pay me a visit?"

"Why don't you come downstairs and tell me who's your pimp or I'm telling Dad."