Taming The Alpha Female

“Dad.” I smiled on the phone. I and my father share a strange bond. We have the same ego and stubbornness. But again, I was his-son-in-a-daughter’s-body. He protected me when I needed. Called up on my shit when I needed that.

“Sweetheart, how are you? Your mom asked me to call you. You remember we are coming at your place the next Saturday, don’t you?” my dad asked and I can feel he also can’t wait to see me.

“Isa asked you to make some beetroot muffins.” My father then went on with the banter he sees every day. My mom vs my siblings. I was driving happily and soon I reached my destination.

“Okay dad. You are lucky, I reached the mart. Is it only four of you?” I felt my father pause for a second and then he spoke up.

“It’s just the regular, me, your mom, Isa, Alex and...”

“And? Why is he planning to come? After all he did?”

“Seems like he got back to his senses. Baby, please give him a chance. He will make it this week.” I felt my dad sighing in disappointment.

“He claimed the same thing last time.” I was pouring venom through my words.

“Sweetheart...”

“No dad. It’s okay. I don’t expect anything from him... either. If he comes, fine. Otherwise, I am happy without him.” I almost yelled.

“I know you are still stuck on that. But, you guys are still engaged. I hope you are aware of that.”

“I know. Leave that asshole.” My gripped tightened on the gear as I felt my anger rising.

“Language Delilah. I know you are mad. I am mad at him too. But deal with it like adults. If you think it’s not going to work out between you too. Call off the engagement and move on.” He warned me as well as gave me a way out.

“Sorry dad. It is just that I can’t control myself whenever I hear his name.” I said it in a low tone.

“I know. The only thing which you got from me.” My dad was done with this conversation now and he made it clear by the tone in his voice.

“Whatever dad. I will see you on Saturday then. Talk to you later. Love you.” I ended the call when I heard my dad chuckle lightly. My dad was always worried about my future, specifically about my marriage.

I finally stepped out of my vehicle and headed towards the mart. Grabbing a shopping cart, I went inside and started filling it. I took out my phone and went through the grocery list. After an amazing hour, I got everything I need.

I was waiting at the checkout counter, when I noticed a familiar set of eyes. Those dark green eyes. Like an enchanting forest, calling me in. He took my breath away the moment I first saw him.

“Hey.”

I whispered. Damon— was my business partner. I met him couple of years back, and since then I have a hot-n-cold relationship with him. It’s like

I still

*Flashback*

a very known high-pitched voice calling me in

yelled. I can’t blame her

are squeezed in the crowd. I was standing a

come true. I know ‘don’t judge a book by its cover’. But girl, dirty blonde hair with green eyes— are my weakness. I was

high-pitched voice. Or else I would have been drooling about this guy

sensual and deep voice I have ever heard. He offered me a handshake and for the first time in life I shook it with sweaty

a guy. Where is that boss-bitch? My sub-conscious kicked

Nice to meet

you two look adorable” Adele mumbled. In other circumstances, I would have glared at her. But

get ourselves drinks. You need another beer or something stronger?” She smiled mischievously. She is like my work-bestie, and was well aware how I act in front of guys.

me to maintain a poker face and look at the

and copied my position. At least, the attraction

will be back. Make the most of it. Both of you.” She winked at him with a flirtatious grin and left

supposed

psychic or something?” He dodged the question...

looked him straight into his eyes. It

the same beer in this weather? And then voila, you said it yourself.” He explained with a small curve on his lips. Those

him now, not because I didn’t like what I saw. But, I was having a hard time keeping my head from spinning around

was perfectly angled with his cheek bones. That barely-there stubble. I can clearly see his Adam’s apple moving up and down as he was

eyes went down to his broad shoulders and his hard-ass-chest. How it will be like to tear his shirt and run my fingers on his

on the top was his smile which reached those dark green

only words I registered after my imaginary-make-out session was over with him. You can’t blame me. I

was confused as

interior designer as well. What is the project you are working on?” He asked putting his hands in his pockets. The veins

it was not a big deal. But for a person who was having a full-time-job and was planning to start her

I think he was amused, but

it was my time