Alpha Kaizen - OBEY ME

Chapter 1

It all started with a message on my Kik messenger from a stranger. Gosh, I don't know whether I should be regretting for responding to that message or be happy about it and feel lucky as it has changed my life and myself , fulfilling my every fantasy.

"Have a great weekend, Selena" my co-worker Mike at McDonald's said it with a smile on his cute face as I was about to hop in my car to go home.

I know he is into me. But I don't feel attracted to him. I've even rejected his advances towards me in past. But still he is always trying to be nice to me. Is he faking it or being a real gentleman?

As soon as I reached my basement room, I pulled my phone out of my jacket and started checking out the notifications. There I saw it girl..a message from a guy with nickname of "Alpha Kazen".

Nonchalantly, I open that message while I laugh it off and thinking it's just an another random wannabe Alpha idiot. It's just a same message that irks me when I receive it from every other guy if not all.

"Hi Selena" reads his message. I think to myself, alright, that's it. I was right, he is not what his name reads. Since I think, an Alpha man would say more than just a "hi".

"Hi" I reply with no interest to respond any further.

"Where you from?" He replies.

I mean, same old shit, bitch. I'm already bored. But I have nothing to do for now. I'll sleep after I reply this fool last time.

"None of your business" I wrote the reply angrily and put my phone down on my bed. "Aahhh sweet home. I wanna sleep peacefully till whole day tomorrow. I really need it.

"Beep beep",  I was just about to doze off but I couldn't resist and fight against my old habit of checking my phone notifications whenever I hear that beep sound.

I grab my phone lying next to me having my eyes half closed.

"Ugh another reply from Mr Wannabe Alpha."

I open my eyes fully and what I read on the notification tab leaves my eyes open, takes away all my drowsiness in a blink of an eye.

"You look ugly" that's what he wrote.

How dare this bastard say that to me? He is just a stranger. How rude.

I furiously respond to his stupid insulting message "I'm not ugly, bastard".

"You are ugly and fat, if that's your picture in profile."

He persists and calls me ugly once more and now fat? Bitch, guys drool over me when I go out everyday. But wait, he didn't abuse me back as I called him a bastard? But calling me ugly is not less than an abusive statement whatsoever.

"I'm neither ugly nor am I fat, I'm just curvy and little thick, I'm not anything bad you'd say in next few moments. I've already blocked alot of idiots like you. You wanna be the next one on my blocked "fools" list?

"Do it ugly, look at yourself, ugly duck", he wrote.

"I'm not ugly mister, please don't call me that, please?"

Wait, what did I say? Why did I even say "please"? Why am I begging ?

I notice, I felt inside me something lit up and a kind of little arousal as it gave me some little pleasure for seeking validation for my Beauty from him when he persisted in calling me ugly. Because this was something shocking and new to me as I've never been called such by any guy before. I'm fed up with all those compliments in real life as well as in text chat messages from guys such as "beautiful, gorgeous, baby, I like you, bla bla bla bla."

This man said something different to me. Even though it was insulting at first, but I seem to start liking it as something inside me started seeking validation for my Beauty, my body assets from him only.

"What is it? What has just happened? Why am I even caring to reply this stranger I don't even know? Why is it even matter? What's wrong with me?" I asked these questions to myself but I failed to answer.

"You cannot stop me, I can say whatever I want. I don't like your tits either".

Oh wait. What did I just read? He is now reached to and talking about my tits.

"My Boobs are what most guys drool over. You are probably one of them".

Selena.... What the heck are you doing... I question myself and try to answer to WHY of these questions after every time I reply him.

"I never even wanna see your ugly titties", he writes. I sensed his complete lack of interest in me through his words. I can't be wrong intuitively.

"Please don't call me ugly, I'm beautiful."

I never even called myself "beautiful" whenever I dressed up so nicely and did a good make-up. I always and still suffer from insecurity about my looks.

"I'll stop calling you that on one condition", he immediately replied.

"Yes, please let me know."

"Tell you tomorrow."

"Nooooo, I can't wait. Please tell me right now... Please".

After several minutes of waiting for his reply, I receive no reply.

"Fine, I'll wait", I murmured and finally hit the sack with thoughts about him."