Claimed By The Don

Ava p. o. v

Today started as a normal day for me, it’s a sunny day and the weather is nice and warm. But it’s a boring for me, Nate doesn’t have a class today that why I’m sitting on my own, and the Prof. is not helping at all.

He’s been ranting on and on about some tubula rasa, I can’t wait for the class to finish so I can go home. Yeah home, because I’m officially jobless and phoneless too, now my life will be even more boring than it use to. I don’t even know what to do with the spare time, sleeping is out of the question because I’ve been doing alot of it lately, so I will just have to watch TV.

I’m bored out of my mind, of all my courses this is the one I dread the most, psychology. it’s boring or maybe it’s the professor that is boring, so I’ve been sitting here for almost two hours and staring at him like an attentive student, but I wasn’t actually seeing him. I’ve space out but. not really thinking of any particular in thing.

My gaze left Prof Greg to the entrance of the class, as Mr Wilson entered the class. Mr Wilson is a short round man with pot belly, he has to be around his early forties, he’s strict but also jovial with students and our HOD (department head or head of department) it’s rare for him to leave his office, he talked with the Prof for some seconds before he faced the class.

“Is any Ava Marcus here?”  He asked as his eyes swept the class.

I went stiff, my breathing went rapid as my heart beat accelerate. When I said it’s rare for him to leave his office, I meant he only did when the cause is serious and needs to be dealt with. I heard older students warnings not to be on his bad list if you want to graduate from this university, so imagine how shock I’d be when he called my name.

“Ava Marcus.” This time he called impatiently, I stood up shakingly.

“Are you Ava Marcus?”

“Yes sir.”

“Come with me” I strode through the rows of students before making it to the front, I walk of the class and met him waiting for me out side the class.

“What did you do to have the Rector call for you.”

The Rector?

How did he even know my name, and why would he ask to see me.

Am I in trouble?

I didn’t have time to process anything because Mr Wilson hurriedly led me to his car, saying we don’t have much time to get there. Nobody has actually seen the Rector before expect for the top professors, the lucky students that managed to see his car the few times he comes to the university didn’t even get a glimpse of him. So why would he suddenly want a student to see him, or is it that it will be the last of me in this school?

The car roll to a stop in the parking lot beside the Rector’s office, we came down and walk, more like run into the huge building. We climbed stairs upon stairs and hallways after hallways before stopping in front of this tall oak door. Mr Wilson knocked softly on the door, we waited a few seconds before a firm come in was heard.

Mr Wilson opened the door for us, the first thing that came into view when I entered was a dark walnut bookcase lining the entire left wall. There is a leather sofa with a fur rug over the back and an Indian blanket draped over the arm, someone is laying on it with her back facing us, By the far wall on the right side is a large marble fireplace and mantle dominating the center, with bookshelves lining it on either side.

On the mantle, there are several trophies and a painting of three basketball players.

There is a double glass door beside the desk that leads out to a patio, there is a big window behind the desk, you could see the delft blue and cloudless sky, so bright it looked solid.

The office is big and cold, the carpet is a sea green. I took in a sharp breath, the office smells of fresh air, it’s like health is their priority.

A movement from the left draw my wandering gaze, there on the comfortable looking sofa lay a beautiful brunette from my class. she had turned to face us, she looks like she’d rather be some where else.

Her name is Chloe, we aren’t friends though more of a talk mate. a few hellos here and there, or maybe when we talk about assignment or gossiping about a professor. She’s the calm type but most be tougher than she looks, I really don’t know if she has friends but I’ve seen her hang out with different girls from our class.

She waved at me and smile, I return her greeting.

What is she doing here in the Rector’s office, laying on his office sofa comfortably. Are they related? That’s strange isn’t it.

Or is she a play toy for him?

A clearing of throat made me realize I’ve space out, I look from Chloe to the Rector and I was left speechless. I have imagined how our Rector would look like, a petite old fragile man with grey hair and eyes blood flecked as he is very old and a goatee between his nose and upper lip. But this man in front of me is the complete opposite.

He had Viking gold hair, bristly scythe shaped eyebrows. His Roman nose and a defined cheekbones sat above a concrete jaw and a slight manly dark stubble, His wrestler’s shoulder were part of his burly physique.

He had sea rover blue eyes, they are almond shaped, there’s a fire with passion in them and a glimmer of curiosity over a friendly smile. The earthy scent that swirled around must be coming from him, He seems ambitious.

He seemed to be in his late twenties.

“Thank you Wilson, you can leave.” His bass voice compliment his look, Mr Wilson nod then walk out without another word but not before glancing at me.

The person sitting opposite the Rector is awfully familiar, the structure of his body made a wild impossible guess flicked through my mind. it can’t be him, I mean why would he even come to my school. But there’s a doubt in the back of mind that he’s Vince, sound ridiculous right? Thought so too.

But all my doubt were clear when he turn around, He is infact Vince.

“Cara Mia.” I roll my eyes when he called me and in front of my Rector, I gasp when I realized whose office I’m in. What is Vince doing where, I hope he didn’t do or say anything stupid.

“Ava Marcus, permission granted for your request for a leave.” The Rector said with a mischievous smile.

I did not ask for permission, I grits my teeth in annoyance. Vince must be responsible for this, that’s why he’s here, why must he make me feel useless even to my own self.

“Thank you Adrian.” Vince said.

“It’s my job Vincenzo.” Our Rector, Adrian replied.

So they on first name basis, are they some sort of acquaintance?

Vince stood up to his full hength, he took three long stride towards me and stop in front of me. He gripped my upper arm pull me flush against him, I tried pulling my hand from his grip but didn’t succeed.

“We will take our leave now.” He said pulling me along with him walking out the door.

The walk to the parking lot is shorter than when we were going inside, Men in black that I didn’t know was here before came out of nowhere and filled into two black cars.  Vince open the door for me and he climbed in after me, and the car starts moving.

“do you know him? I mean my Rector.”

“He’s an old friend.”

So that explains the first name basis, now back to business.

“Why did you do that.” I’m barely holding in my anger and furstration.

“It saves you the stress from doing it, and you would have gotten only two weeks leave.” Vince said like the two weeks isn’t enough.

“Why would I even asked for leave.” He raised an eyebrow at me like I’m supposed to know.

“For our wedding” isn’t weddings suppose to be a day thing? I didn’t even bother saying anything to it.NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

“How many weeks did you ask for”

“Two months.” I choked on my breath.

My mouth hang open, what the heck. What are we going to do in those two months.

“What for.” the disbelief can be heard in my voice.

“Our wedding vacation” He said nonchalantly.

What is wedding vacation, Was he referring to honeymoon.

Oh my God, that’s sweet of him. I didn’t even expect an honey moon from him, but that two months is just too outrageous.

“It’s too long, I have my studies to attend to” I mean it’s not even a marriage out of love, so why waste my time.

“Two months, no more no less and it’s not up for discussion.” he said flatly leaving no room for anything.

I gulped, not saying anything.

I have no idea how I’m going to cope with his bossy personality, I’m an independent person who love her freedom.

Why  am I the one to face such a challenging life.