The Dark Alpha

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

I looked at myself in the mirror for the third time, making sure that my hair was in perfect order and my attire looked flawless. I couldn't afford to have even a single strand of hair out of place or my mother would drive all the way from London just to take me back home.

I cleared my throat and turned back to my laptop, waiting to see the familiar faces of my parents. I'd be seeing them any minute now, and even though I am nervous, I'm excited to speak to them.

I miss them.

They're only available for about a day or two during the week and when I do call them, it's usually a minute long conversation before they have to get back to work. I hoped this time they'd make some extra time for me, but I know that's all just wishful thinking.

"Diamond Louise," I heard the familiar raspy posh voice that belonged to my mother. The twang that came with her English and her heavy accent flooded through the speakers before her face came into view.

I smiled as I looked at her, "hello mummy," I greeted with a wide grin as I waved enthusiastically at her. She raised a perfect eyebrow before smiling back at me.

My mother was a stunning woman. She was the lady who simply didn’t age, a body fit for a model and beauty that has every person envious. She didn’t look a day over thirty with her flawless carob coloured skin, dreadlocks that were styled in the perfect bob, her facial bone structure was fit for a goddess and it all tied in with her dark brown eyes surrounded by long eyelashes and her perfectly plump lips.

You'd think she was Naomi Campbell at first glance, and quite possibly second glance as well. Even though she's not Naomi Campbell, she rocked the strut that Naomi was worldwide known for. I aim to strut as confidently as my mother does and ooze the kind of power that she has. It was as if nothing could touch the woman.

She was a woman with 5 degrees, the head of her own family's company and had a say in most legal matters in the country- she sure was a force to be reckoned with.

"How are you doing, sweetheart?" She asked me as she moved the laptop closer to her face, which I’m sure was done to scrutinize me.

"I'm doing fine, mummy," I answered her honestly, "sometimes I do feel a bit left out."

"Then come home," she said like it was the most obvious thing.

I nodded in agreement, not wanting to upset her, "I will come home," I said to her, "I can promise you that."

She sighed when she realised that I meant I'd return home after the time duration I'd informed them about, "so how's the house that your father bought for you?" She asked me, referring to the Victorian style cottage that my father had given me the money to buy so that I wouldn't be homeless and living in a, God forbidden, flat, or a hotel, which New Cresthill didn’t have.

"It's beautiful," I answered her as I smiled and played with my hair. I thought about how when I bought the house it wasn't in the best condition but my father had given me more than enough money to change it as I please. He thought the houses here were as expensive as the houses in London and that was not true at all.

Sure I couldn't afford to buy a much larger house in New Cresthill with the budget that my father gave me, but I still had more than enough spare change. It wasn’t like I was planning to stay very long so I was more than happy to purchase the two bedroom one bathroom cottage that an elderly couple had sold to me.

I couldn't sleep here until I fixed the entire house, so the second that the couple handed me the keys, I had already contacted a couple of guys who literally demolished most of the house, checked my foundation, water and electric wiring to make sure everything was safe and done to code. The house went from looking like the haunted house at the top of the mountain to something that could’ve been straight out of a fairytale movie once I was done with it. That transformation alone took me four weeks to do and now this house finally felt like home.

"I saw the pictures that you sent," my mother said as she tilted her head, "I hate to say it, but it looks beautiful. I like the whole vintage look you've got going on. You've always had an eye for interior design. That's why I know you'll be an amazing fashion designer once you return home."

I felt myself deflate a little, knowing that in just a couple of months I'd have to go home. I was enjoying teaching the students in New Cresthill. Being a maths teacher was a challenge though, simply because there's so much of work to do, firstly, and secondly not everyone in class will understand after the first example. Other students struggle to grasp maths and most of its concepts and I have to be patient enough to explain it to them.

"I do like teaching here," I said to my mother and I saw the straight face that she gave me before she even gave it to me, "it's been wonderful."

"Mhm, I'm sure it's been fabulous," she said dryly and I looked down at my freshly manicured nails. Today was basically my free day. School came out early and after marking a few papers I had nothing else to do so I treated myself to a spa day. The spa was apparently well known and I had come across it the night Janice had taken me to Monsiér.

"Where's pa?" I asked her, knowing the answer would be that he was working. I didn't mind though, I was used to it. The last time I video called, only my father was available. This time, my mother's available. It's rare seeing both of them at the same time.

She looked down at her watch and I knew that meant our time was over, "he's working, speaking of which, I should also go over a couple of contracts for Mercedes-Benz," she looked at me and smiled, blowing me a kiss, "I love you and I miss you. Please be careful and stay safe. I didn't buy you that taser and pepper spray for you not to use it. I'll have your father call you in the weekend."

"Ok mummy, bye," I waved at her.

"Bye bye, angel," she smiled before the screen went black.

I sighed and stared at the screen of the laptop. That wasn't even ten minutes, but it's fine. I understand how hard they have to work. I couldn't even ponder further about my parents because the sound of my doorbell snapped me out of my thoughts.

Must be Janice, I thought as I stood up from my chair and walked to the door. Before pulling at the handle, I looked through the peeping hole to make sure it was who I thought it was.

It wasn't Janice.

Instead, it was Arthur. I frowned, wondering what he was doing here, and terrifyingly, wondered how he knew where I lived because he’d never been there before.

I smoothed down my hair, grabbed my taser and kept it hidden behind my back before I slowly opened my door and peeked my head out, "Arthur?" I asked as I leaned against the door but still didn't step out fully.

"Hey, Diamond," he said to me as he blew into his hands.

He was dressed in a ripped shorts and the average grey top like every other guy wears at times. Except that he was much bigger than the average guy, and his looks were almost unrivaled. I looked into his dark brown eyes and felt warmth, smiling at him, "what are you doing here?" I asked him as he returned the smile back at me and the butterflies in my stomach set off.

He looked behind him and then back at me, "I wanted to call you and do this, but I think it's much better if I just ask you face to face," he answered me, his voice sending shivers down my spine and I nodded waiting for him to continue.

"Ok, sure, what's going on? What do you want to ask?"

"Well, the town's having a formal celebration," he began as he looked down, I believe nervously, before looking up at me, "and it's going to be fun. Women get to wear dresses and gowns, and there's music and food. I know you'll enjoy it."

"Mhm, is that all?" I asked him, smiling at how he looked nervous and he scratched the back of his neck.

"No, I was wondering if you could be my date tomorrow night..."

"Another date, Mr Charlesworth?" I bit my bottom lip, smiling, "I'm beginning to think you might be interested in me."

He chuckled, a smile coming on his face as he looked at me, "I thought it was obvious. So may I pick you up tomorrow? 17:30?"

"I have to go to school tomorrow-"

"School's been cancelled."

I groaned, "are you serious? We are so behind schedule for maths, it's unbelievable," I sighed, "that's alright though, at least it gives me time to get ready. So yes, I'll see you at 17:30," I beamed at him.

He smiled at that, like a little boy who'd gotten his way when he didn't think he would. I suppressed a giggle and instead waited to see what he would say but he didn't say anything. All he did was look at me, and hey, I wasn't complaining because the man was handsome so my eyes were busy exploring his face.

He had dark brown eyes, light pink plump lips and a growing stubble. The pointy nose that looked slightly crooked that showed he'd gotten it broken some time ago, his eyebrows were dark and framed his eyes and his forehead lined with lines of frustration. He had defined cheekbones and a jaw that when he clenched, my knees almost buckled under my weight. His hair was as dark as his eyes and he had that tousled bad boy kind of hair.

He sure was a sight for sore eyes.

I noticed he'd been staring at me for some time, "are you going to stand here all night and just gawk at me?" I asked him, breaking the silence after I'd feasted on his good looks.

He chuckled, "I'll see you tomorrow night, Diamond," he said as he stepped back, "have a good night."

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