Dominant Alpha & Submissive lover

Dominant Alpha & Submissive lover

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DOMINANT & SUBMISSIVE

BY EDNA BRUCE. A.K.A YOURSYCHODREAMS

REMINDERS

Before you all start reading, please understand that this story is the first draft, and hasn't been edited, revised, or anything. And also, I'll be so happy if every one of you follows me here on Moboreader💋

I really would be lying if I tell you about how I imagined this book in my head versus how it came out. The first chapter might make you cringe in confusion but trust me, the more you get to each chapter you will understand the book better.

And I think I did great in creating my imaginary characters. Don't you all think? I immediately thought of making out this disclaimer because I see some stabbing comment coming in my backyard for this book in the future(good ones are included though) I started this story as a handwritten note draft at a young and unsettled age.

You might ignore my errors for the time being because soon I will edit it out but don't know when I'll be writing a revised version. I am like a priceless but yet light flower vase, I can easily tear up but I don't mind if you rebuild me with your thoughtfulness of criticizing me and I promise to come back wiser, stronger, and better.

Thank you for taking your time in reading out this disclaimer. In the future, I will revise this book but without changing the storyline but just cleaning out some stuff to make it better.

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STORY AESTHETIC

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Brielle Damara had been working as a part-timer and she's also a university student with the Economics discipline. Things changed after serving a customer with the name, Enrique De Leon. However, Enrique is a tail to the boss. Brielle hardly recognized the family gene but unknowingly to her that she has a powerful stalker.

For him, she was the bold and spirited girl from high school but now she's the girl who takes orders from customers in a coffee shop. Things changes when they both collided in a defenseless meeting. Brielle was overwhelmed remembering how the boy he once had a crush on disappeared without a word after so many years, now he's back, then comes the heartbreak after a not-so-long reunion.

The guy she had a crush on is being forced by his mother to get married to Jasira Beachwood. Jace De Leon does not want to lose his willpower because of a one-night stand.

To avoid Jasira Beachwood, his one-night stand mistake, and also his aggressive mother, Jace and Brielle decided to get into an intimate relationship with each other. After finding out that he was her first honeypot catch, he yearns for her more and grew addicted to her, with this, Jace decided to take her to his family home but things get turbulent with his mama.

The secret is yet to be unleashed, heart, broken, and boldness, retrieved. Can the polka face Billionaire stop the racing hormones and drifting dark desire to want more of the elegant part-timer?

IDENTITY OF MAIN CHARACTERS

Brielle Damara - 26 years old- A soon-to-be university graduate/ naive yet bold and a little fetish.

Jace De Leon - 31 years old- is a powerful and rich bachelor/ casanova, Dominant, bad boy CEO. First son to Dario and Freya De Leon.

Enrique De Leon - 29 years old - A player, Casanova grade 2, powerful, second son to Dario and Freya De Leon, a playboy with a good heart.

Hera Crimson- 27-year-old- A goody for rich guys, classy and ratchet, best friend to Brielle.

Hermione De Leon - 34-year-old, classy, savage, daddy's girl, eldest child to Dario and Freya De Leon.

Brielle POV

"Ms. Damara?" My name came out of his mouth as a reference of fright to me.

"You wail like the absolute businessman, and I must say," I pout as I continued cleaning the table and picking up the used coffee cups by outgoing customers.

"Indeed I'm, I must say!" He smiles, the type that didn't touch his eyes.

I glanced at the next man sitting on the side of the table with his back faced in our direction, not being able to see his face, all I saw was his blue suit which seemed expensive, hoping to God that no one was listening to our conversation.

"Well, Sir!" I breathed out, looking exhausted at him. He furrows his thick eyebrow.

"I have no way of knowing. This is my working hours, and it's not for chit-chat with customers!" I gave him a smiling gesture, and my interest was piqued.

"How old are you?" he questions me with his blue eyes not leaving my unpleasant face, "Just asking because you're pretty young and knowledgeable about your work." he reprimanded.

"It's an insult to ask a lady about her age, do you know that?" I watched as he got pull taut.

"My apologies!" I squirmed. His look made me feel like an errant child, and I tried again.

I looked at Iker, who was going to be the next for his afternoon shift. It's already 11:30, and I have to get out of the shop since my shift is over for the day.

"I'll be right back, Sir!" I walked past the Iker, not looking at the man who wore an expensive suit.

I rush in to get my bag.

A FEW MINUTES LATER!

"Tell me about yourself," I question him, still not looking at his well-shaped face as we both sit on the waiting chair beside the bus station.

"I have a family. I have a brother by name Jace and sister by name Hermione and also two loving parents, " he smiles as he sips on his latte.

"What's your name Mr...?" He inflates sharply, and I cringed like a mortified crab.

Why didn't I employ some filter before I asked him his name from the start? Damn me and my curiosity!

"No, Ms. Brielle, I'm cool, " he raised his eyebrows, a cool gleam in his eyes. He doesn't look too pleased.

"I apologize, it's ermm...just that I've been chatting with you from the coffee shop till now, of which I don't know your name."

It's the first time he said my name from seeing it on my name tag, but this time, not my surname. My heartbeat accelerated, and my cheeks started heating up again...Nervously, I tuck my loosened hair behind my ear.

He cocks his head to one side. "Let me ease your lady curiosity, my name is Enrique De Leon!" his thick voice, the thickness of his bass erupts the slut in me.

The blood drains from my head. "Er...Mr. De Leon, " I then compiled the questions. "Ain't you like from a rich family?" I questioned because his name sounded rich to my hearing.

"No, I'm just a regular man who works to keep up with life's ends." he rubs his chin in quiet deliberation, his blue eyes appraising me.

I was drafted. My voice was weak and apologetic. "That explains a great deal."

Immediately, a black Alfa Romero car that looked very expensive drove by behind us and stopped in front of us. A man came out dressed in a black suit like a chauffeur, and he seems like he's in his 50's I must say.

"Mr. De Leon, forgive me for interrupting, but your Father sends for you. He wants you to take the first flight to Mexico." The man voiced out with bowhead.

"We're not finished here, Izan. Please go, tell him I'll meet up with him very soon, but why didn't he call me instead?" He looks a little pissed.

Izan hesitates and gazes at him. He appears lost and turns his head slowly to face him and raises his eyebrows. I flushed a bright pink. Oh, cutely good.

"Very well, Mr. De Leon," he commends his exits to the car but didn't drive away. He frowns and turns his attention back to me.

"Where were we, Ms. Damara?" Oh, we're back to Ms.Damara now.

"Please don't let me keep you from anything," he said with a sly smile.

"I want to know about you, and I think that's only fair." His eyes were alight with curiosity. Double crap.

Where's he going with this? He places his elbows on the arms of the chair and steeples his fingers in front of his mouth. His lips look very kissable and are very distracting. I swallowed gosh.

"There's not much to know," I replied with curiosity not leaving my eyes.

"What are your plans after you graduate?" he expanded.

Why does he like asking questions on top of questions? Oh, good lord. I shrug. His interest threw me. I moved to Milan with my friend, Hera, of course! I mumble in between my thought.

"find a job?" I voice out for him to hear. But still, I haven't thought beyond my finals. What kind of job will I do? I don't even know for now.

"I haven't any plans, Mr. De Leon. I need to get through my final exams, Which I should be studying now for it," I smile lightly at him.

But here I am, sitting swanky with you feeling uncomfortable under your penetrating gaze. I thought.

"We run an excellent internship program in my place of work," he says quietly.

I raise my eyebrows in surprise. Is he directing me to a job location?

"Oh, I'll bear that in mind," I murmur, devastated.

"Though I'm not sure I'd fit into whatever your work is about."

Oh no. I'm musing out loud again... Damn.

"Why do you say that?" He tilts his head to one side, intrigued-a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

"It's obvious. I'm uncoordinated, scruffy, and I'm not your kind," I grimaced.

"Not to me." His gaze was intense now all humor was gone, and strange muscles deep in my belly clench suddenly.

I tear my eyes away from his scrutiny and stare blindly down at my knotted fingers. What's going on?

"I have to go- now," I lean forward to retrieve my bag from the other side of the chair.

"Would you like me to tell you about my workplace ?" he said.

"I'm sure you're far too busy, Mr. De Leon and I do have a long way to go, and I'm gonna be busy with my part-time job and preparations for my final exam coming Up,"

"Can we see each other tomorrow? " he added after a bit of silence.

"Yes, sir," I replied, putting my phone inside my handbag. His eyes narrowed speculatively.

"Thank you for your time, Mr. De Leon." "The pleasure's been all mine," he says, polite as ever.

As I rise, he stands and holds out his hand. "Until we meet again, Ms. Damara"

And it sounds like a challenge or a threat. I'm not sure which. I frown. When will we ever meet again? I thought. I shake his hand once more, astounded that that odd current between us is still there;

gosh...It must be my nerves Playing Stunts on Me.

"Mr. De Leon," I nod at him. Moving with lithe, athletic grace to the Cab that stops with the sign of him, he opens the door wide.

"Just ensuring you make it through the door Ms. Damara!" He gives me a small smile.

"That's very considerate, Mr. De Leon," his smile widens.

"I'm glad you find me entertaining," I glow inwardly, walking into the cab. When I turn to look at him, he's gazing at me and leaning against the door handle. He is very, very good-looking. It's unnerving.

"Brielle," he says as a farewell. I waved at him with a mandatory smile, and mercifully he closed the door, and the man drove off like a shot.

Brielle's POV

"You what?" My best friend Hera yelled at the mentioning of Enrique De Leon's name. "You, you had a long conversation with a De Leon?" She muttered in excitement.

"Do you mean you had the chance to talk with a De Leon and not just a De Leon but Enrique De Leon!" She doubts with widening eyes.

"Do you even know who Enrique De Leon is?" She raised a question as I raised a confused brow at my best friend with my face not trying to know what's going on at the moment.

"Who the hell are the De Leon's? Are they popular? Working for the president?" I quizzed Hera with my hand finding a way to my crunch's snack.

"The De Leon's, The De Leons!" She kept repeating it over and over again. "C'mon Hera, what the fuck is going on?"

Now things are getting out of hand, and my best friend is acting all weird and I just don't get it, what is it with the De Leon's? I watched as Hera pressed her iPod with great stability and stamina.

"Here!" she hands over the iPod to me, I looked at it and saw a photo of Enrique and a guy who I find attractive and a bit familiar but couldn't figure out when and where I had seen him, his neon eyes give the chill to me that I've seen him before but I just couldn't recall where. My jaw dropped when I saw Enrique not just Enrique, but the who of De Leon's.

"Enrique is the Second son to the Mexican Household, he's the second son to Dario De Leon, the retired CEO of DARIO AND SON'S LIMITED DEV.CO, It deals with logistics, dredging, the building of vessels and ship transportation and they own a lot of shares around the world, they were simply the top one after biding over the shell commerce tender money gram, they took over the HONG KONG dispute which was the number one around the world 2002 and now they are the top one tender money gram since 2014 till date, isn't it amazing?"

Hera grinned from ear to ear. My visions could pop out any minute I just can't believe it because when Enrique was with me, I knew his accent where a replica of a rich person but he dressed in simple attire and I must confess that he had a body of a model.

"Holy fuck!" Hera snatched the iPod from my hand, I was dumbfounded as she started to emphasize the De Leon's.

"Here is Dario De Leon, their dad and also the founder of DARIO AND SON'S LIMITED DEV.CO." she continued.

"Here is Freya De Leon, their mom; she is the founder of LEXORI NEM GYNAECOLOGY HOME. She's a gynecologist; here is Hermione Ximena De Leon, eldest and their only sister; she's one of the youngest architects, but she's married now to Inigo Montoya, the co-heir to NNDP Construction Company. Here is Enrique De Leon, the one you have seen, he is an engineer and also the heir to the CEO position to D.F SHELL in Tokyo and Japan, but sometimes does directs the local upcoming companie an and lastly, there is Jace De Leon, the eldest, hottest and most heartless of the De Leon's gene, he is the CEO that controls everything concerning all the company's provisions and logistics around the world, but how on Earth did you not know anything about the De Leon, and you call yourself a soon to be Economics graduate? Hmmm." she frowns.

I watch as she points at me with her eyes still pinned to the iPod showing each person at a time and explaining their statuses; I tried to recall where I met this Jace De Leon and I completely know I've seen someone like him somewhere but don't know where and when.

"Oh shit! You spoke to a De Leon! I'm so proud of you Brielle, ain't you just full of surprises?" She hugs me so tightly, I tried to breathe, then she let me go when she noticed that I'm about to die.

"So..." she smiled like a glutton looking at me with taunter puppy dog eyes.

"So what?" I raised a confused brow at her.

"So, you've got his number? You know Enrique's number, you've got it right?" She smiled at me nonchalantly.

"Well..." I huffed.

"Come on Elle, talk to me," she smiled crazily waiting for my reply, but I knew my reply to her would send me parking straight to hell, so I gently got up and carried my bag before she knew it.

I ran out screaming "No." I'm dead, I know, I didn't bother to turn back to look at her killing expression.

"Ms. Brielle Damara!" she screamed my name but I didn't take any chances at all.

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I close my eyes and take a deep purifying breath trying to recover what's left of my equilibrium but looking at Jace De Leon's photos, I know I've seen him somewhere before and it makes my heart pound but still cannot fathom why is it his looks? His civility? Wealth? Power? Playboys cavity as Hera has said?

I don't understand my irrational reaction or is it the way Hera praised and described him? I breathe an enormous sigh of relief. What in heaven's name was that all about? Leaning against one of the steel pillars of Hera's parent building, I valiantly attempt to calm down and gather my thoughts. I shake my head.

Holy crap – what was that? My heart steadies to its regular rhythm and I can breathe normally again. I head for the car as I leave the Crimson's limits behind, I begin to feel ridiculous and embarrassed as I replay all that Hera said about Jace De Leon in my mind.

Surely, I'm overreacting to something imaginary. Okay, so he's very attractive, confident, commanding, at ease with himself at least that's what Hera said about him– but on the flip side he's arrogant and I can see it in his looks and Hera said it too that by interviews and all Jace is controlling and Enrique is easy, sweet and kind.

Well, on the surface, an involuntary shiver runs down my spine. While cruising along Palermo, Sicily, Italy. my mind continues to wonder if I'm truly perplexed as to what makes someone so driven to succeed like this, Some of Enrique's answers were so cryptic – as if he had a hidden agenda, and Hera question about having Enrique's number – ugh!

The silly reply! I shudder. I can't believe. Ground, swallow me up now! Every time I think of that question in the future, do you have his number? I cringe with embarrassment. Damn.

I scold myself. I decided that all in all, It's been a very interesting experience but I shouldn't dwell on it. Put it behind you. I never have to see him again. I'm immediately cheered.

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"Brie! You're back." My mom, Gemma Damara, sits at my study table.

"I was beginning to worry. I expected you back sooner." She sounds worried.

"Oh, I thought I made good time considering the stress in the coffee shop." I hand over the can of coffee to her since she texted me when I was coming.

My mom usually comes to visit during weekends and she'll be leaving tomorrow and I'm glad she came but Hera was at her parent's house for the weekday's visit.

"Hera, thank you so much for the coffee, I owe you, how was work today? I hope it wasn't stressful and I hope no cute guys gave you hard time making coffee for them?" she sounds exceptional.

Oh no – here we go again Hera Crimson Inquisition. I was not yet home from running away from her queries about having Enrique's phone number, she has already phoned my mom and told her everything in just a few minutes. I struggle to answer her query. What can I say? I rolled my eyes before replying my mom.

"I'm glad I meant him and I don't have to see him again and he was rather intimidating, you know." I shrug and continued.

"He's much focused, intense even, and young but too wealthy and powerful for my reach, Really young." My Mom gazes innocently at me.

I scowl at her. "Don't you look so innocent? Do you know about rich people in the world mom? can you give me a brief record of some of them if you know about the rich people in the world," I qualm her, looking hysterical!

"What are you talking about?" I watched my moms bewilder look and then I knew that Hera didn't call her neither told her anything yet. Fuck! I'm screwed.

"My dear," She called.

"I'm sorry mom, I didn't think." I huff. "About who?" She gave me the spill now graze.

"Common tell me" she suggested, I blowup and sighed.

"Just tell me about some few rich persons in the world." I requested with an awful gaze.

"But you do have a phone and a laptop, what is technology made for, just go and question Google not me." I watch as she rolled her eyes annoyingly.

"Please mom" I pled with a puppy dog eyes knowing very well that this will get to her. She moans on the last sip of her drink.

"Okay, you win I lose. Here are the few I know that has never stopped trending."

One- HYUNDAI SHU

Two- MARPOOL LINDER

Three- MAXIMILLIAN CASTRO

Four- FLORENZA SERENIO

Five- MARCO FLAVIANO

Six- INIGO MONTOYA

Seven- DE LEON CLAN

"Yes...Yes, mom that is it, that is the rich family I'm talking about." My mom was just staring at me as if I've just lost it.

"Who?" my mom disputed as if I'm going crazy, "Oh mom, I'm talking about Enrique and Jace De Leon." I tiff on my breath.

"Thirty-one for Jace, twenty-nine For Enrique, and also twenty-four for Hermione, Brie," My mom looked at me with wide eyes.

"Why asking about the De Leon's?"

"You look better, have you finished with your coffee?" I ask to change the question.

"No, and I will now before it gets cold." She smiles at me in gratitude.

I check my watch, I have to run. I can still make my shift at the coffee shop since I've two shifts today.

"Brie, you'll be exhausted," She looks concerned at me sipping at her drink.

"I'll be fine mom. I'll see you later. Make sure to lock the door properly while leaving. I love you!"She walked up to me and kiss me on the head.

"Bye, mom." I smiled as I rushed out with a smile.

"Bye my pumpkin," she waves back as I exit the door. I've worked at The Cafe Sicilia Coffeeshop since I started at the University of Palermo, It's the largest coffee shop in Palermo and over the four years I've worked there I've come to know a lot about everything we sell – although making cakes is included, I'm crap at any sauce making.

I leave all that to Lawson, Iker and Florenza. I'm much more of a curl-up-with-a-book-in-a-comfy-chair-by-the-fire kind of girl. I'm glad I can make my shift as it gives me something to focus on that isn't thinking about where I've seen Jace De Leon or remember about my chitchat with the first richest Mexican guy, We're busy, it's the start of the summer and I want my remaining shift to be good without any Jace or Enrique handsomeness in my mind.

But I swear Hera is so going to kill me and feed me to the vulnerable Zombies of the movies. God help me.