My contract love story

The door creaked open, shattering the charged atmosphere and jolting them both back to reality. Mr. Turner, mid-conversation with a group outside, caught a glimpse of the scene unfolding in the office. He quickly ushered the visitors out, muttering about needing a few minutes.

Ashleigh’s cheeks burned a fiery crimson. The near-miss sent a jolt of panic through her, and she struggled even harder to disentangle herself from Adrian’s embrace. But he remained unyielding.

A kaleidoscope of emotions warred within Adrian. Relief, a strange and unwelcome sentiment, washed over him at Mr. Turner’s interruption. His behavior in the past few minutes had been uncharacteristically impulsive. But a stronger current of anger surged through him, directed at his oblivious secretary for shattering the moment. His piercing gaze pinned Mr. Turner in place, silently demanding the man understand the situation and leave.Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

“I-I apologize, Boss,” Mr. Turner stammered, his voice barely a whisper under the withering glare. “It was a mistake.”

“Do you even possess the most rudimentary common sense?” Adrian thundered, his voice laced with barely-contained fury. “Why haven’t you left yet?”

Mr. Turner visibly cowered. “S-sir, I-I’m here to inform you of the arrival of the Robin College examination officers,” he squeaked out.

Adrian’s eyes flashed with recognition, a flicker that caused Ashleigh, still struggling in his arms, to freeze.

“Ah, that’s today, isn’t it?” he remarked casually, a stark contrast to Ashleigh’s utter bewilderment.

“Excuse me, Adrian,” she stammered, her voice tight with confusion. “What is Mr. Turner talking about?” Perhaps the sudden interruption had muddled her understanding.

Adrian met her gaze with a nonchalant shrug. “Just a little something I arranged. Your college entrance exam and interview. Today. Completely slipped my mind.”

“What!” Ashleigh shrieked, her eyes wide with terror. Adrian, on the other hand, seemed remarkably unfazed by her reaction.

“Why are you acting like I ‘forgot’ to tell you?” he countered, a playful glint in his eyes. “I simply forgot it was today.”

Ignoring her mounting questions, Adrian shifted his attention back to Mr. Turner, who awkwardly continued to witness their exchange. With a narrowed gaze and a curt gesture, Adrian dismissed him. The door clicked shut, leaving him alone with Ashleigh, whose face mirrored pure astonishment. His fingers reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair loose from its tie.

“See,” he said in a light voice, his gaze lingering on her, “I didn’t forget to tell you. I just forgot it was today.”

“Perhaps we could continue this conversation in a less… compromising position,” Ashleigh suggested, her voice laced with a hint of breathlessness as she glanced at Adrian’s hands still wrapped around her waist.

Despite her attempt to appear composed, a blush crept up her neck. The memory of their near-kiss sent a shiver down her spine. A part of her had wanted to melt into his embrace, to drown out the confusion swirling in her head. But logic had intervened, reminding her of the precarious situation they were in. Now, all she craved was escape, a chance to process the whirlwind of emotions and regain control.

Of course, Adrian wasn’t about to make things easy.

“This seems perfectly suitable to me, wouldn’t you agree?” he countered with a teasing glint in his eyes.

Ashleigh shot him a withering look. “Easy for you to say, considering you’re comfortably perched on your chair. My legs, on the other hand, are about to give out.”

“Funny,” he drawled, “that wasn’t a concern a few moments ago, was it?”

Ashleigh squirmed in his grasp. This time, Adrian relented, his hold loosening enough for her to slip free. With a rush of movement, she put some distance between them, coming to stand stiffly in front of his desk.

Clearing her throat, she forced out, “So, you were saying?”

“Ah, yes,” Adrian began, his tone nonchalant. “I finalized that agreement over the weekend. We decided on an interview date, which you could have chosen, of course. Unfortunately, I returned Monday night to inform you, but you were absent. So, who’s to blame here?”

His words struck a chord of guilt within her. Her aunt’s advice about patience echoed in her mind.

“Frankly,” he continued, his voice softening slightly, “”after your little disappearing act, I questioned whether to continue with the college arrangements. It was either that, or you don’t work here.”

A flicker of gratitude sparked in Ashleigh’s eyes. Despite everything, he’d followed through.

“It’s all rather sudden,” she admitted, her gaze flickering towards the door where Mr. Turner presumably stood with the college representatives. “I’m not sure I’m entirely prepared.”

“Prepared or not,” Adrian declared, “this is your opportunity. Besides, you practically passed out studying for it, wouldn’t you say?”

Ashleigh couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “Must you always give backhand compliments?”

A wry smile touched Adrian’s lips. “Proper compliments will come when the situation merits them. Turner!” he boomed, his voice echoing through the office.

The door swung open once again, revealing Mr. Turner flanked by a middle-aged couple and two of Adrian’s security personnel carrying briefcases. The couple, dressed in professional attire and sporting friendly smiles, entered the office. Adrian rose from his desk and moved to stand beside Ashleigh.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Cagliari,” the man greeted, extending a hand for a handshake. Adrian shook it firmly, then turned to the woman. “Mrs. Killan, a pleasure.”

“We are Mr. Donald and Mrs. Killan,” the woman introduced herself, “from Robin College.” They both nodded politely.

Adrian cleared his throat, placing a hand on Ashleigh’s waist in a gesture that was reassuring.

“We’ve been expecting you. My apologies for the earlier wait some pressing matters needed my immediate attention.”

“No worries at all!” chirped Mrs. Killan, her eyes twinkling as they landed on Ashleigh. “And this must be Ashleigh?”

Ashleigh, rendered speechless by a mix of nerves and the unexpected physical contact, could only manage a hesitant nod.

Sensing her discomfort, Adrian took over. “Yes, this is Ashleigh Cagliari, my wife, and the student taking the exam today. Forgive her quietness nerves tend to get the best of her.”

A gentle laugh rippled from Mrs. Killan, quickly echoed by her companion. “No need to apologize, dear,” the woman soothed, her face radiating warmth.

“Everyone gets nervous. It’s perfectly natural.” Ashleigh offered a silent nod, her posture still stiff with anxiety.

“Shall we take a seat?” Mr. Turner interjected helpfully, ushering everyone towards the plush couch. The security personnel deposited their briefcases efficiently before excusing themselves. Mr. Turner stationed himself discreetly at a distance.

“Now, let’s get started,” Mr. Donald began, his voice calming.

“We’ll walk you through the examination process. First, there’s a multiple-choice section covering all the subjects relevant to your chosen course of study. That will take about three hours. Afterward, you’ll have a one-hour oral interview. Once we’ve tallied and reviewed your results, you’ll be informed of your success or otherwise.”

Ashleigh followed his explanation with a series of small nods, the knot of tension in her stomach tightening with each passing moment.

“Please don’t hesitate to ask if you have any questions about the process,” Mrs. Killian added kindly.

Ashleigh shook her head, her throat too dry to speak.

“Excellent,” Mrs. Killan said, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

“Then, shall we begin?”

As they set up the examination, a sudden urge to stop Adrian from leaving overwhelmed Ashleigh. He was about to move away from the couch when she reached out, frantically grasping his hand. He paused, his gaze meeting hers, and instead of pulling away, he gently placed his hand over hers.

Leaning in close, his voice a husky murmur against her ear, he teased, “How about that? My usually stoic wife clinging to me.”

A faint blush crept up Ashleigh’s cheeks, but her grip on his hand remained firm.

“You’ll do just fine, Mrs. Cagliari,” he whispered, his deep voice sending a shiver down her spine.

Their eyes locked for a fleeting moment, a silent exchange passing between them, before she reluctantly released his hand. With a final glance, Adrian straightened and addressed the examiners.

“Mr. Turner is here to assist you with anything you might need,” he assured them. They both nodded in acknowledgment, their eyes following him as he exited the room.

Alone with the examiners and Mr. Turner, Ashleigh took a deep breath, trying to quell the nervous butterflies fluttering in her stomach. Adrian’s final words echoed in her ears, his baritone voice a surprising source of comfort.

The examiners placed the laptop in front of her, guiding her through the login process for the exam interface. With a click, the test began. The next three hours were a blur of questions, a mix of the familiar and the challenging. However, thanks to Dr. Brooke’s rigorous preparation sessions, Ashleigh tackled them with a newfound confidence. Once she submitted her answers, the oral interview commenced. The examiners bombarded her with questions, testing her knowledge and understanding of various topics.

Exhaustion, both mental and physical, crashed over Ashleigh by the time the four-hour exam ended. The whirlwind of emotions leading up to it, the test itself, and the grueling oral interview had taken their toll. While the questions themselves hadn’t been insurmountable, they still required focus and effort. Mr. Turner, who had silently observed the whole ordeal, found himself surprised by his employer’s wife. Her initial nervousness had led him to doubt her abilities, but Ashleigh had more than proven her worth for Robin College.

Seeing her slumbering form curled up on the couch, Mr. Turner quietly ushered the examiners out of the office, leading them to the conference room where Mr. Cagliari awaited. Adrian had been away for a business meeting, returning just as the oral interview wrapped up.

“We’re happy to announce that Ashleigh has passed the interview and been granted admission,” they informed him. Adrian expressed his gratitude and instructed Mr. Turner to handle the necessary paperwork.

He returned to the office to find Ashleigh still asleep on the sofa, completely spent. As he settled beside her, his movements stirred her awake.

“Did I pass?” she mumbled sleepily, her eyes fluttering open to meet his.

“You did brilliantly, Mrs. Cagliari,” he murmured, as he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her cheek.