Claude not only wanted to have a proper chat with her, but also wanted to meet her in person. He was hoping that it would give him some sort of insight. He wanted to see for himself the kind of person Ayla was before coming to a decision. Not that it would matter, but he still wanted to do it for both of their sakes.
He made Ethan find out her routine before making him drive all the way to her college.
"Are you sure, Boss?" Ethan pulled the car over before the main entrance. He looked over his shoulder to make sure that his boss was not doing things in a rush.
"Don't make me change my mind now, Ethan." Claude threw a glare in his direction. "There's no harm in meeting her in person."
"You do realize that you can ask your grandfather to set up a meeting." Ethan still wanted him to give it another thought. He couldn't help but wonder how the meeting would be going down.
"I didn't hire you for not using your brain." Claude scoffed. "Nobody behaves badly when they are supposed to be meeting someone important. And the chances of them acting as their true selves are very low." He shared his reasons with Ethan.
But his words only left Ethan at a loss. "Are you saying that you are not going to introduce yourself to her? As yourself?"
"That would beat the whole point of meeting her, no?" Claude was starting to wonder why he hired Ethan in the first place. If it wasn't for the fact that Claude knew him too well, he would have fired him already.
"So you'll be meeting her as a stranger then?" Ethan threw him a puzzled look from the driver's seat of the car.
"Yes, Einstein!" Claude shook his head before getting out.
"How are you going to talk to her then?" He questioned Claude once again only to earn a shrug.
"You wait in the car, and leave that to me to figure out." There was no way that Claude was giving up after coming all the way to her campus. He had to figure out a way to not only see her, but also talk to her.
"Sure." Given no other choice, Ethan could only agree with the man. He watched Claude making his way in through the entrance and could only pray to the heavens up above for him. Things would be nothing but a mess if this meeting ended up making things bad in between the two. Especially, if Claude's grandfather was to find out.
Claude made his way into the campus with his hands tucked inside the pockets. His eyes were roaming around in search of her.
"Now, where can I find you Ayla?" He mumbled to himself as he made his way to the infirmary section of the building. It was the place where he was hoping to find her based on the schedule which Ethan had managed to acquire for him.
As he made his way through the wide corridors, he was nothing but the center of everyone's attention. It wasn't that he was oblivious to the heads turning around, he couldn't just care any less about them. It wouldn't be wrong to say that he was used to it. He would rather focus on his goal for the day: meeting Ayla Lawrence.
"Excuse me?"
He was brought back to the present as someone reached out to tap him on his shoulder.
"Yes?" He didn't bother to look at the person, but slowed his steps down a little.
"I don't remember seeing you here before." A meek voice entered his ears as a frail figure made its way into his line of vision.
The young lady was dressed in pink from top to bottom, her blonde hair set into curls to frame her heart shaped face.
"I don't know." Claude shrugged her off, not wanting to spare her the smallest fraction of his attention. He knew the likes of her all too well. It would be nothing but a waste of his precious time if he was to even slow down to listen to her flattering words.
Though his crudeness didn't seem to have any effect on the lady. She continued to pester him while trying to keep up with his steps.
"You look like you are in a rush, darlin'. Looking to go somewhere? I can help you with the directions."
"No, thanks. I can find my way around." He tried his best to keep his temper in check. The stink of her sharp fragrant perfume alone was making him want to puke. "And I am not your darling for the record." Claude corrected her before increasing his pace. He rushed around the end of the corridor into the other so that he could get her off of his tail.
These girls, I swear….
He could only sigh to himself after escaping from his impending doom. He shrugged off his crude thoughts for the time being and brought his mind to focus on the matter at hand: finding the infirmary.
It was only a matter of time before he was able to locate it. His eyes jumped around in search of something which could serve as a potential excuse. Before he could think of something, a voice caught his attention. It was coming from the other direction.
"Ayla? Professor Jacob was looking for you."
Claude stared at the owner of the voice before following their line of vision. His eyes ended up on a not-so-unfamiliar face. Though the photo was etched into his mind, it was still weird for him how sure he was. A single glance was all it took him to confirm that it was her—in flesh.
He wanted to say something, but words failed him. His feet were glued to the floor as he watched her coming closer to him with every ticking second. He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, but her parched throat failed to make any sound. He saw her disappearing to the other side of the infirmary entrance with a girl in tow.
[Three years later…]"Breathe in… breathe out…" Ayla was mumbling to herself as she tried to calm down her jittery nerves.She was standing before a floor length mirror, her eyes focused on her own reflection as her dress glinted under the warm lighting of her new room. Bringing her palms to the front of the dress, she ran them down in attempts to smoothen down the nonexisting creases. She couldn't help the worrying thoughts resonating at the back of her mind, her frown only deepening. But before she could delve down further, a knock at the door brought her out."Is anyone inside?"The voice was so familiar to her that a sigh of relief left her lips unconsciously."It's just me in here." Ayla breathed out as a soft smile tugged at the corners of her lips. She had sent everyone out including the make-up artist and her team once they had
[The following chapter includes mention of R-18 content. Kindly read at your own discretion.] Claude sucked onto the soft spot as his finger moved inside her, earning her moans in return which were not less than a siren's call for him, luring him to continue. He felt her insides tightening around his finger as he moved it relentlessly. He knew that she was close to finding her release and deliberately slowed down his movements. Ayla could feel her orgasm building up, inching closer to the edge. She let out a frustrated groan when Claude slowed down his movements. "D-don't st-op." She managed to say in between her gasps for air. "Oh! I am not planning to, my love, not tonight." Claude murmured against her skin and moved his lips to her cleavage, biting and sucking on her fair, smooth skin. "This might hurt a bit." He said as he inserted
[The following chapter includes mention of R-18 content. Kindly read at your own discretion.] "You don't think that it makes me unworthy of you?" She managed to mutter out as she held Claude's gaze. "You must have hit your brain if that's what's going through your brain." Claude scoffed as he leaned down to capture her lips in a passionate kiss. This time she didn't push him away but responded with the same passion. It wasn't until both of them ran out of their breaths did they pull back. "Do you understand now how much you mean to me?" Claude flicked her forehead as if he was reprimanding a small child. "I do… you mean no less to me." She smiled for the first time today and it was enough for Claude to know that everything was going to be just fine. All she needed was a little time and his love. "I love you." Claude mumbled
[The following chapter includes mention of self harm. Kindly read at your own discretion.] "Ayla?" Claude knocked at the door as he glanced at the clock. "Are you done, love?" He made sure that he was loud enough for his voice to go through the thick door. It had already been an hour. But she hadn't come out yet. Claude was starting to get worried. "Ayla?" He called out her name again only to be met with the same reply—silence. Though he could hear the water running constantly, he wasn't able to hear her voice. "Ayla?" He tried it one more time before making his way to the other side of the room. Claude searched through a drawer and then moved to another one. If only he could remember where he kept it. "Found it." He mumbled under his breath as soon as his eyes landed on a golden key. It was the master key
"Take your hands off her!"Ayla's eyes flickered to the owner of the voice and a long sigh of relief left her trembling lips."Claude…"In between the chaos, Claude could only see her lips moving before her eyes rolled up and she fainted."Ayla!" He didn't waste another second and rushed to her, not paying any attention to the culprit. He would have plenty of time for him later. At the moment, the only thing which mattered to her was the wellbeing of his girl.With hurried steps, Claude walked to where she was and started to untie the ropes which were holding her in place."How the hell are you here? Where are my men?" Gavin kept babbling but even then, Claude paid him no attention. He was so busy sheeting with rage that he didn't bother paying attention to anything else. Not the men, who were dressed in black from head to
[The following chapter includes mention of sexual assault. Kindly read at your own discretion.] "Let me tell you a story, kitten." He pushed himself off the wall, dusting his coat in the process. Gavin walked to the other side of the room to pick a chair and dragged it to the centre of the room. He settled down on it so that he was facing Ayla. "What story?" Despite the fact that she was scared for her life, she didn't show it on her face. She knew that she had to put up a brave front until Claude could reach her. He would realize sooner or later that she was missing. With a smile, Gavin began. "My father and a friend of his started a business together. The kind which was to grow into a big one over time. But the old man got played by his so-called friend. My father spent everything we had or owned on his dream. When our family w