Declan’s POV
I stormed toward the office an hour later, Dakota half running to keep up with me. I had prowled back and forth in my room, my girlfriend sat on my bed silently as I waited for the hour to be up.
Fuck, I love calling her my girlfriend, it is literally the only thing stopping me from blowing my s**t right now.
Walking into the offices, the receptionist looks up and points me immediately toward the conference room to her right, ‘The Dean is already inside waiting for you Declan’ she said with a smile.
Nodding, I push through the door, taking in the two coaches sat on one side of the table, The dean at the head, as they turned to face us.
Not waiting for an invitation, I pulled out a chair in front of us, and helped Dakota sit down before taking one myself.
‘I’m sorry son’
