Dominating Alex's Heart

Chapter 1: The Phone Call

Chapter 1

"Girl I see it in you eyes you're disappointed..."

To hell I am. After all, they stood me up again!

"... It's got to be you! Oh, only you!"

Sure, if it was supposed to be "only" me, then why would you cancel and take a flight to Malaysia?, I thought dejected.

Yes, it's true. My parents. The wonderful Ciara Davis and Adam Shath, the world's saviors and my parents. Dear ol' parents... I had thought being parents meant taking care of your child and trying to shower them with happiness and when needed, punishments. Isn't that how parents normally are supposed to be?

But I guess my parents aren't as hot about me then their separate businesses. My mom, world famous Ciara Davis ran her own fashion studio in New York, France, Italy and so many other countries I probably won't even know. My dad, Adam Shath, was a world wide known billionaire from the stock market's rise. We're missing something... umm... Oh! Oh yeah... Introducing Ciara Davis and Adam Shath's only daughter...

Me.

My name is Alexandria Davis. My name may be Alexandria, but I prefer being called Alex. I was born somewhere in England, I believe Doncaster? I'm not necessarily sure about that but how should I know? My parents gave birth to me. That's probably one of the few events in which they considered me as their daughter by helping me be born... During the age of 8, my parents and I moved to the United States after some family dilemma from my dad's side. So I have been living in the oh so amazing (note my sarcasm) New York City for almost 9 years now.

I am 17 years old and yes, because of being born in England and coming over to "The City That Never Sleeps" at a young age, I still have a slight English accent that makes people look at me oddly. Plus, I already have an allowance more than an average working being. You could call me a snob or a rich spoilt brat if you want, but to tell you the truth, I don't look like one.

I have shiny, silky brown wavy hair with some natural highlights that I probably got from playing sports outside for so many of my lonely afternoons. My milk chocolate-y brown eyes are framed with dark eyelashes while my nose is small and kind of upturned near the bottom making many people ask if I ever had a nose job since it grew smaller as I grew up than most people. But I assure you, even with all this money, I haven't had any transplants for any of my body parts. I think the only part of my features I actually like is probably my cheekbones which does not really need any blush or make up of any sort in order for them to be highly accentuated. I have a slightly tan skin and I am tall with a slim yet curvy figure although many people (mostly boys) have never seen any of my curves being revealed with any of those skimpy revealing dresses that most girls around my age would squeeze themselves in. What can I say? I keep to myself most of the time. All in all, I'm not exactly a beauty and neither do I dress like one so you could all see where this is going...

You must be wondering what I do with the heavy loads of money that my parents give me as my weekly allowance and sometimes in order for me to somehow forget them ditching me for another social event or something. Am I right?

Well instead of being the normal hormone obsessed teenager, spending hundreds of money for the right purse or shoes, I spend my parent's money on food, instruments and equipment for singing. My most favorite thing's in the world is: food, music, books and Twitter.

At the age of 10, while my parents seemed to have ditch me once again, for some event with some business associates who were apparently some long lost friends in England (they had asked me if I wanted to go but being me, I refused since I wanted some alone time with just my parents), my nanny had sang a lullaby to me in order for me to be able to fall sleep. Her sweet melodic voice had stuck in my head as I had fell asleep. Ever since Grandma Nana (my nanny at the time) had sang the old lullaby which had stuck in her family for generations, I had been trying to learn new songs and making new song discoveries almost every day. My newest discovery was some band called One Direction.

I wasn't really sure what to make of them. While eating some leftover carrot cake (Did I mention that I love carrot related food a lot?!) that my chef, Pete, had made and reading a book on this reading site called Wattpad, my radio had been playing and One Direction's single, "What Makes You Beautiful" had come on. After choking on my carrot cake a little, I had searched up One Direction.

So far, I know that there's 5 guys in the British boy band. Harry, Zayn, Liam, Niall and Louis were some ordinary British/Irish boys who never thought they had a real chance to make it in the world as singers. They had entered as soloists but had been put into a band when all of them had been kicked out during boot camp. After winning third place in the United Kingdom X Factor in 2010, they had been recording music and stuff until they hit it big when their #1 single, "What Makes You Beautiful" had won the top spot almost everywhere. Even in the United States, which is a big compliment considering all the rappers that always seem to rank the highest here.

I had been taken by these 5 quite good looking lads. Just hearing their voices made me like them but after seeing how each one of them look, that was a massive plus, might I say. But the person whom I have a celebrity crush on is Zayn Malik. What? No judging. He's hot, has an amazing voice and is just simply mysterious. What more can a girl ask for?

As I was scrolling though the latest One Direction fan fictions on the amazing reading/chatting site, (What more can I say? I got hooked.) I heard my iPhone ring. Justin Bieber's latest single, "Boyfriend" flooded into my room. Sliding the talk button, I heard a frantic voice on the other end.

What's going on?, I thought suddenly scared and imagining a big weight push my mood down.

"Is this Alexandria Davis? Daughter of Ciara Davis and Adam Shath?", a voice said urgently.

Not bothering to correct the person on the other line that I go by Alex, I nodded. But realizing that the other person couldn't see me, I muttered a half-hearted, "Yes."

"Miss Davis, I'm sorry to report this to you, but I'm afraid your parents have died in a plane crash on Flight 205 to Malaysia."

I dropped my iPhone and collapsed on the soft rug covering my bedroom floor. It didn't feel so soft and comfy right now. Nothing did.

I could still hear the voice talking in my iPhone but I couldn't hear, see or do anything. My mind, my body, everything seemed to freeze in time.

I felt myself slipping away...

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A/N: Hey-a guys! So... I know, "Hayley's uploading this early?!?" I know. I'm the greatest! *winks* ;) So okay, I have to go right now since my freakin' dad is annoying the hell out of me, so bye!

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Thanks so much for being great fans out there and hope for new chapters to come soon. I told you I had this chapter on the tip of my fingers, didn't I? Well... I thought I did, who knows? I forget. So... My dad is really pissing me off right now. First my mom and now, him. Ugh... Who's next? My brother? Oh wait, no. He started it! Ergh... I really feel as if I'm adopted right now... I keep trying to convince my parents that I am. How can I possibly be related to them?!? Uh... Ignore my issues. Yes, I've got a lot. So leave my comments and votes for me to look through once I log on again. Thanks again guys! xx

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