365 Days With the Mafia

~~Chapter 3~~

Ava’s POV

I felt the exact same way I felt, when I got to father's house and now I got to the airport. The feeling of nervousness, uncertainty cascading like sea waves, crushing my thoughts.

The flight to New York city was a short one, about 35miles, which was approximately 30 minutes.

A chauffeur was already waiting for me, he grabbed my things and beckoned on me to enter into the limousine that was being parked.

Oh some queenly treatment! I thought, plainly to myself.

Oliver's apartment was an edifice, my jaw dropped at the quintessential architectural work, it was amazing.

But all of those thoughts went blank in my head, as I got to the door. I looked around once more, waiting for my mind to take the final decision.

Return or Enter???

10 seconds passed, I felt I was ready to enter into the lion's den, I just hoped I wouldn't get consumed.

The maids bowed slightly as I entered, of course outside was just a show, the interiors could make one swoon off the feet. His secretary got to me and gave me a brief rundown, also stating that he was in a meeting and he would be done in the next one hour.

I was shown to my room by one of the maids, i ran into the shower, grabbed a cool bath and got into something comfortable while I waited for him to be done with the meeting.

A knock on the door intercepted my thoughts, it was a maid! Dressed in a pinafore and an apron that hugged her body. She had a petite figure, I could see the crown of her head. She stood by the door and bowed slightly

“Ma'am, Boss wants you, he's in his study.” She said, gesturing towards the hallways.

“Oh, yeah, right behind you!” I said, with a cranky voice.

I stood up from the couch nestled by the corner of the room and head towards the direction her hand was pointed to.

I had never been nervous my entire life, I could see a glimpse of what's to come, playing before my eyes, 365 days of unleashed terror!

The maid had opened the door but I stood transfixed at the entrance, my legs betrayed me. I couldn't even look at him, So I looked at the space in the room and not directly at him.

“I'm sure the maid's hand would be paining her by now.” He said, with a deep voice that ran echoes all through the room.

I stuttered at the sound of his voice. But didn't move my gaze to him, rather I looked at the maid standing behind me, who was waiting patiently for me to step in.

I smiled nervously and bowed my head slightly in apologies, as I took three steps inside. I heard the door close behind me.

My hands were trembling, one could almost think I was having epilepsy episode.

“Are you just going to stand there and say nothing?” He asked, instinctively.

I knew I had to look at him, I couldn't keep on staring into space and looking at the floor. I braced up myself and looked at him, taking a few more steps towards where he was seated.

It was at that moment I could understood why he was called a god! Oliver had perfect looks, a black full hair that was tied behind leaving only a strand to hang carelessly on his forehead, a Chiselled face that looked like a professional sculptor work, his blue eye shone even in the dimly lit room, broad masculine shoulders that indicated that he worked out that body.

I shook my head, trying to wave off the thoughts, I found myself smiling even without knowing.

“What are you smiling at?” He asked, as he placed his hand under his chin, tilting his head to the side as though he was trying to take a better look at me.

Shit! Ava snap out of it, don't get swayed, those are just features, there's a devil within that man, I told myself as I shrugged my shoulders adjusting my looks.

“Was I?” I asked, tucking my hair sheepishly behind me.

“Grab a seat or get out!” He said, coldly with a strident look on his face.

“Am I supposed to just walk into your office and grab a seat without you offering?” I asked, clashing back.

What? Who the f*ck did he think he was to talk to me in that manner? I asked myself, folding my arms around each other, meeting the gaze in his eyes that spelt of surprise.

“Hold on a sec. were you talking to me?” He asked, as he stood up, taking slow strides towards where I was standing.

I knew I was done for, He wasnt the type of man that could be talked back at, seemed like he hated it totally. I tilted my head, hands still wrapped around each other waiting to see what he wanted to do.

He stopped right in front of me, my body looking like that of a child's right in front of him, it didn't bother me as I met the stings of his gaze, deepening against mine.

He was so close, only a metre separating us, I had the luxury of savouring his expensive perfume, but that was the least of the problem.

“Were you talking to me?” He asked, once more, placing both hands into his pocket, waiting patiently for my replies.

Whatever my reply had to be I had to think of it carefully, he looked like he was about to fling me to the ground.

“I was just saying…”

I was stopped half way, when firm hand grabbed my cheeks, squeezing it painfully for my lips to pout. I cried out in pains, trying to wriggle free from his grip against my cheeks, but the more I did that, the more he tightened his grip.

Tears were already forming in my eyes, but I fought hard not to let him see them. I couldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing that he could hurt me and I was going to shed tears.

He slid his hand down to my chin, grabbing them high enough to meet his eyes. I could see the terror in his eyes, brows furrowed, with a deadly arch on his lips.

“I will spare you because it's your first day in the house, I want to assume that you don't know how things are done!!!” He said, pushing my chin backwards.

The impact of the push made me to fall by the side, my body crashing into the marble floor painfully. A whimpered hiss escaped from my mouth. I looked at him standing over me, smiling wistfully.

“Get out!!!” He roared, taking another step towards me.

I stood up, taking a final look of disgust at him, before heading towards the door.

As I went for the door, I understood that it was only the beginning…