My Husband is My Professor and Boss

The stark black car speeds down the deserted road in the pitch-black night. Avery sleeps peacefully in his arms, the man who took her away from her mother's house. He however is lost in some thought. His mind is racing and occupied with many other things. Despite his distractions though he holds her in his arms very easily. As if it's pure instinct for him to do so. 

Who is he? What is his relationship with Avery? Who took the daughter from her mother without hesitation? 

As they drive, sometimes he'll run his hand over her hair, sometimes he'll kiss her forehead, and sometimes he'll move little hairs away from her delicate face. He does each movement carefully though in fear of waking her up. He doesn't want to spoil her peace. How concerned for her is this man? 

Remember one thing though, what is seen is not always what is right, the truth can always be hidden behind the silver screen. 

After a little while, the car passes through a large wrought iron gate, stopping in front of a beautiful and luxurious mansion.

As soon as the car comes to a stop, the diver gets out of the car and opens the door for his master. The young male steps out from the car, carrying the girl in his arms still as he makes his way straight towards the mansion.

As the man with the pitch-black hair and deep blue eyes opens the door, he finds his servants lined up on either side to welcome him home. "Welcome home, master," they chorus with bright smiles. He ignores them and walks upstairs without so much as a passing glance. 

As soon as the master leaves, the head Butler gives everyone their orders to go rest for the night since it's so late in the evening. 

The mansion is not only large, but there are no words to describe its beauty. In nearly every hall there are stone pillars adorned with small glass decorations inside. Expensive, soft rugs line each of the floors. While sleek wallpaper was adorned with old valuable pictures from all sorts of artists. Once again the young man doesn't even give the ostentatious furnishings of his mansion a second glance, instead focused on getting to his destination. 

When he gets to the master bedroom, the young man very carefully lays the girl on a large, comfortable bed with velvet sheets covering the mattress. After, he gently removes her shoes and places a quilt over her body tucking her into bed.

He leans down placing a soft kiss on her cheek, "Good night my love," he murmurs. He then stands, going to the bathroom to take a shower. 

Once he finishes his shower he changes into loose, thin pajama clothing. In very simple clothes, he looks very charming and elegant.

To anyone who sees him, they would tell you that he has the most perfect skin, a perfectly shaped body, a killer smile, and eyes as deep as the ocean that anyone can drown in. 

He stands in his gallery looking towards the full moon. The light of the moon shines on his beautiful face, which only brightens and enhances him. Just looking at him, no one could tell what is running through his mind. However, repentance was visible in his eyes.

The button at the top of the shirt is open, showing off his perfectly sculpted chest. Giving him the look of a sexy model in the moonlit night.

After a long while, he goes back into the bedroom and lies beside Avery. "Honey, you behaved very poorly today. You shouldn't have gone to your mother's house at night, that was very dangerous," he softly scolds as she sleeps. He rubs her cheek with his thumb using one hand and supports his weight with the other. Gingerly hovering over her body with his own. He speaks softly in a very low tone since Avery is still sleeping and he's afraid that his voice will wake her.

"You need to take care of yourself, it's not good to get hurt. You have no clue what you truly mean to me," he sighs a tad, removing strands of hair away from her face and behind her ear. "Your phone was switched off too. Do you have any idea how worried I was?" A frown plays on his thin pink lips at the thought of earlier. "You have to learn discipline, you were more relieved that you got away and you took the wrong advantage in doing so." His frown slowly turns into a big devilish smile, and he leans closer to her face. Feeling her little soft breaths on his lips. He gets even closer and presses his lips to her soft ones. 

"Hmmm…" she moans out a bit when he pulls away, stirring a little.

"Shhhh..., it's me, my love," He soothes, pulling her towards him. She quickly grabs onto him, burying her face in his chest and wrapping her arms around his waist. Clinging to his large form in her slumber. 

He places one hand on her back and pressing her towards himself more and carefully places a second hand under her head. Now she's completely in his arms, his chin resting on her head. He could feel her hot breath on his chest, and he loves it. To him, there's no better way to spend a night than with her in his arms.

That night, they both slept peacefully in each other's arms.