My Husband is My Professor and Boss

Note:-

The female lead in this story is weak. This story is full of suspense. This story has twists and turns so it requires patience.

The important thing is that this story is under Editing so you can't expect 100 percent correct grammar. You are being told before you read and criticize. If anyone wants strictly 100 percent correct grammar, they should not read this novel and criticize the author.

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Avery's POV

I'm in a big hurry. If I don't get there on time, he'll kick me out. He will have a chance to criticize me. He'll have a chance to insult me in front of everyone. I desperately don't want that to happen. Due to that, I pump my legs as quick as I can, urging my cycle to go as fast as possible. 

Out of nowhere my pedals get stuck, I panic a tad when the sudden stop nearly throws me off, but I manage to safely jump off in time. Once I calm down a tad I try to move the pedal with my foot pushing with all my might, but I'm met with a lot of resistance again. Bending down to look, horror strikes my face. A rock has managed to wedge itself into my cycle gears in a place that I can't reach. I become a little scared because of my new predicament. I look around wondering what to do now. I consider taking a taxi, but I can't see one anywhere in sight. I check my phone and to my digress I have no service either. What am I going to do?! Even if I run I won't get there in time! 

Once again I look around, only for an idea to strike me. A kind-looking lady with two kids begins to get into her car right beside the nearby market. In my complete desperation I call out to her and ask for help. She gives me a kind smile and agrees to do so. 

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Thank God, I have finally arrived, I get out of the woman's car and thank her nearly a million times over for her help. She assures me it was no problem and wishes me well before I step to the side. As she drives off I basically sprint inside of the building. 

I swiftly move to room number 102 through the corridor. Not letting my attention wander, I go straight inside my business administration class trying to be as unnoticeable as possible. As I attempt to go to my seat, suddenly, "you're late, Ms. Miller," a cold, concise voice calls from behind me.

I slowly turn around, dreading what's bound to happen. Mr. Hill stands in front of the blackboard, placing down the chalk he was using to write our lecture notes. He moves behind his desk, his cold blue eyes never leaving my weary brown ones. A frown plays on his thin lips and he adjusts his frameless spectacles.

"B-But sir..... " Before I can even give my reason for my tardiness he interrupts me. "You are five minutes late and I can't tolerate anyone coming in even one minute late, do you understand this?" He harshly scolds me in front of everyone, "leave, you are not permitted to attend today's lecture for your blatant disrespect for my rules."

After hearing his scolding, I have nothing left to say. I know I have no choice, but to do as he says. I glance over at my best friend Emily, she's giving me an upset look like she feels sorry for the treatment Mr. Hill is giving me. I try to give her a reassuring smile that I'm alright, but it's completely fake. I just hope she doesn't notice, I don't want her to feel sorry for me, it's my fault that I'm in this dilemma after all. 

As I begin to walk out overhear little happy snickers. A girl named Lily and her friends were all smirking and laughing at the display that just happened. Acting like they just won the proverbial war. Ignoring them, I exit the class and lean against the wall near the door letting out a quiet whimper. My fear actually happened after all. I was kicked out of the classroom by my professor just because I was five minutes late.

A realization suddenly dawns on me, making everything so much worse. Being kicked out of the class today means I can't submit my midterm essay on international business affairs between two of the most major companies in our country! This sucks so much! My midterm assignment is also a part of my final exam for this class! 

Not submitting the assignment means an automatic reduction of 50 points in my final exam grade and I can't let that happen! My college grades are already bad enough because I'm so swamped with work and having a hard time juggling it all. I decide to try and have my professor still take the assignment despite him kicking me out. 

I patiently wait for the lecture to finish, idly scrolling through my cellphone while I do. Soon I manage to just barely hear Mr. Hill dismissing the lecture. I quickly put my phone away and grab my essay from my backpack. The students quickly flood out of the classroom and not too far behind them is my professor himself. 

"Sir!" I call out quickly trying to grab his attention. He keeps walking though completely ignoring me. I quickly chase after him, "Mr. Hill, please take my essay, I worked so hard on it, please sir, I promise I won't be late next time." 

He abruptly stops in the middle of the corridor, students around us completely avoiding bumping into his intimidating presence. A glimmer of hope comes to my eyes, thinking he's going to take my assignment after all and all my hard work won't be for nothing. Turning towards me, my hope immediately gets diminished. There's a scowl on his lips and a slight glare in his eyes as if he's annoyed with me, "NO, Ms. Miller. Now get out of my presence!" His sharp words felt like a knife and I feel my eyes water. I quickly back away from him and he marches off in the direction he was heading without another word. 

I worked so hard on that assignment and he still refused to take it. This assignment was the reason why I slept in and was late in the first place! 

I felt so helpless, but I knew I can't just stand in the middle of the hallway. I went straight to the canteen doing my best to hold back my tears and sorrow. Knowing I wouldn't be able to focus thanks to what happened I decided to skip the rest of my classes and stay in the canteen all day.

After a long while of moping around in the canteen I checked my wristwatch, noticing its now 4 pm. 

I sigh knowing that it was time for me to leave campus. If I don't leave now I'll definitely be late for work. Unfortunately the lady didn't have room in her car for my bike so I had to leave it hidden next to one of the shops on the roadside. I know I'll eventually have to go back and try to grab it back, but now is not the time. If I don't leave right now I'll for certain be late thanks to all the walking ahead of me. 

Usually when I leave I change out of my college uniform in the bathroom, but today I decide against it. After all a college uniform can be business casual right? I shrug and begin my long trek to my job.