Claimed By The Don

Ava p. o. v

Time, like I’ve heard waits for nobody, and this I’ve learnt a hard way. Waiting for someone to acknowledge you, is much more hurtful than any other physical wounds.

Especially, waiting on someone you hold dear to your heart, it’s like thousands of broken bottle stabbing at your heart and leaving you breathless on each stab.

I was told to give him some time and space, even, I wanted to give him time to come to me and open up to me. But I know better now, realization has down on me that Vince isn’t going to make any effort.

It’s been a month, a whole freaking month of this distance, hoping and waiting. It has been terrible, sometimes I don’t get to see him for days. like right now, he’s out of town for a business trip, which I found out from Lucas.

Lucas is now a means of our communication, it’s either he’s passing Vince message to me or my message to Vince. But it has always be Vince sending messages to me, I didn’t bother sending any message to him because what I have to say to him is personal. Our personal issue, and can’t be discussed through a messenger.

So Lucas just informed Vince of my movements, my very movement. And it’s didn’t irritates me anymore like it used, instead, I want Vince to be aware of my daily life. Sometimes I do things just to get his attention, or any reaction from him, but I’ve failed miserably so far.

But I’m sure that I won’t be failing this time, we’ve already waste enough time running away from our problems. Even if I won’t admit it, deep down I’m still scared of the outcome of confrontation.

But I’m ready now, whatever the outcome maybe, it’s inevitable and I can’t continue delaying it.

I sighed as I took in the room I’m currently in, the room is girly in every aspect, from the painting of the wall down to light. I cringe from the brightness the bright yellow colour brings couple with the sunlight.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

This room truly belongs to Kara, I would’ve imagine her room to be the typical girls favourite colour, Pink. Yes, I’m currently in the mansion, and yes it’s to gain Vince attention.

How I came up with this lame solution, I have no idea, but when I told Tricia and Kara they both support the idea, at that time it’s seem like the best solution but now that I’m here, it was the dumbest thing to do.

The plan was to leave a fake divorce papers with a note attached to it, stating that by the time he got the note I will be way across the country, and that he shouldn’t come looking for me.

What if he didn’t noticed my absence, what if he did notice my absence but refuse to come for me. I shook my head off the negative thought, If there’s one to three things I know what Vince, is that he’ll be informed the minute I visit a lawyer for a divorce. Secondly, if I ever plan on leaving town, Vince be informed even before I board any means of transportation. And lastly, he won’t stop searching for me to demand answers.

So yeah, there’s no room for what ifs, he’s going to come.

Suddenly, I heard commotion downstairs, it’s was an uproar that sent shivers of excitement and fear down. He is here, and he is mad.

He wasn’t due to come back until tomorrow, but I know that once he was aware of my disappearance from the house, he will come running. I know that I’m toying with his emotions, but I have do this to have him come face to face with me.

I couldn’t make out what they were saying since so many of them were speaking out their opinions, I held my breath in anticipation as their multiple footsteps climbs the stairs.

“I thought you didn’t want to be near her.” It was Kara who spoke annoyed, our situation was opened to all and they knew Vince has been avoiding me much to their annoyance and mine.

So to see Vince coming here and demanding my presence was pissing Kara, there’s one thing I’ve come to learn about Kara, is that she’s short tempered.

“You’ve been avoiding her and now that she’s giving the same treatment, you don’t like it?” This is definitely Tricia, I wonder how they could have the courage to stand up against Vince, but hell I’m loving this.

“Fucking Leave my way before I make you.” Vince growls, he isn’t playing and I bet Kara and Tricia jolt out of his way, because only one pair of footsteps echoes to my hear alerting me that Vince is coming.

I didn’t have time to prepare myself mentally, before the door slamming open, standing in the doorway was an angry Vince.

Vince stood in the doorway fuming, his face contorted with rage, his lips were curled downwards in a scowl and jaw clenched. He glared hostile at me as he stepped in towards me, his nostril flared as he stop a foot before me.

I held my breathe, staring back at him, clueless of what to do now.

His eyes hardened and narrowed into slits as his hot stare lands on me, before I could react, Vince picked me off the floor and flung me on his shoulder.

I lost my breath for a moment before finally gaining my sight and breath, my view isn’t accurate but I can still figure out where we are heading to.

Vince kicked the door to his office open, and walk in with me still on his shoulder, he gently put me on my feet, holding my shoulder until I find my footing.

“What the Fuck is the meaning of this shit.” Vince waved the faked papers in my face, his voice was calm despite the anger raging on his fearures. I was expecting him to yelling and screaming questions at me, but his tone is as calm and soft as that of timid child.

Wow.

“Divorce papers.” I replied, attempting to be brave and strong, while I was actually trembling on the inside.

What if he actually signed these papers, what if he decides that it’s best we get a divorce. My heart hammered against my ribcage, anxiously waiting for his words or reaction, but also dreading them at the same time.

He simply stare at me, deep in the eyes, his piercing dark orbs make me feel like an open book, that he can actually read me.

He took a predatory step in my direction, and I took two backwards, desperate to create space between us but he doesn’t seem to be having that. He continue moving forward, while I move backwards until my back made contact with the wall.

Shit!

Before I could move to the side and escape his clutches, he pressed his front against me, sandwiching me to the wall. I swear, I saw a ghostly smirk on his lips but it left as soon as it came, I became doubting myself.

His lustful eyes locked on my lips, I think this little chasing has unleashed some sexual reaction from him. He dipped his head low, bringing his lips down to mine, I closed my eyes as I felt his lips brush against mine waiting for the mind-blowing kiss.

But what I didn’t expect were the words that fell from his luscious lips.

“I’ll grant you the divorce, if that’s what you what.” He has pulled away from me, and had his back to me.

What!?!