Marry Me, Mr. Sanders!

SECOND ENCOUNTER

KNOXX

I signaled to my security team before entering the private room. I could feel my anger building up, ready to explode any moment. She was really pushing my patience. Her outfit was so short, with her chest and legs practically exposed; it was about time she learned a lesson. She was the only woman I couldn’t control, and that intrigued me even more.

The door opened, and there was Sam, held by my bodyguards.

“What the hell! Let me go. You’re crazy!” she struggled, not realizing it was me due to the dim lighting. The guards left as soon as she was inside, but she was already reaching for the door to leave. I grabbed her arm, pulling her toward me, and she bumped into my chest.

“Oh, seriously!” she snapped. She was tiny compared to my height, but her attitude was fierce.

“Calm down,” I said, pulling her closer. My hands held her waist, while one traced up her leg, nearly to her hips. She tried to pull away, but I only tightened my grip.

“Knoxx?” she said, her voice slightly trembling.

“Did you miss me?” I asked with a smirk.

“In your dreams,” she shot back, trying to escape again. “What is this? I don’t have time for games,” she added angrily. “I’m leaving.”

“I’m not done with you yet, woman!”

“You hate me, right? So why are you stopping me? What does this even mean?” she asked, her eyebrows raised, avoiding eye contact. I looked over her, head to toe.

“Who told you to wear something like that?” I replied, noting how her outfit made me feel, and my pulse quickened.

“And who are you to stop me?” she challenged, finally meeting my gaze.

“Your husband,” I answered directly. She laughed out loud.

“Don’t start with me, Knoxx. We both know the real status of our relationship, and now you’re calling yourself my husband?” she teased, mocking me.

My temper flared. I pulled her down onto the couch and pinned her beneath me, kissing her forcefully. She struggled, but I held her wrists above her head and kissed her deeply for several moments before whispering, “Want me to prove I’m your husband?” I kissed her again, this time gently. She showed no emotion, not responding like she had in our last close encounter. I moved my lips down her neck to her chest. Rubbing her private part, she let out a small moan, and I could tell she was fighting her feelings. My hands roamed across her body, sensing her own resistance.

As I was about to remove my shirt, she suddenly sat up, straightening her clothes.

“If you’re just trying to insult me, stop it. I don’t play with fire, Sanders.” Her words snapped me back. I sat up and looked at her. “Enough of this,” she continued. “I can handle your insults, but I don't want to be disrespected. Kill me if you want; that’s what you planned from the start, right?” She glared at me with a piercing look. I was speechless — for once, Knoxx Sanders was speechless in front of a woman. “After all, if I die, you get everything — my assets and the company.” She got up to leave. “Don’t worry; I’m going home. I haven’t forgotten that I’m married.” And with that, she walked out.

It was as if I’d been doused in cold water. Her words hit me hard. This woman was driving me crazy. I left the bar and returned to my mansion, unable to stop thinking about her. My security told me she’d left with her friend.

Nervously, I checked the CCTV to see if she had gone home. True to her word, she was in the penthouse, sitting in her favorite spot and drinking, still in that same dress. I watched her sip her drink, lost in thought.

SAM

I think I’m losing my mind with everything going on. I never imagined we’d meet again like this, and why is he watching my every move? Acting like a strict husband? I need to act quickly to end this. We’ve only been together for a short time, but he’s already affected me so much. My heart and body are giving in to him.

What’s your plan, Knoxx? You’re so hard to read. Just earlier, you were with Misty Reynolds, and now you’re playing games with me, I thought angrily.

Remembering the restaurant encounter snapped me back to reality. I didn’t want to be disrespected when he had another woman in his life. And it wasn’t just one woman — I bet he has plenty. After all, he was a known womanizer before getting engaged.

I was already tipsy, and my vision began to blur. I leaned back on the couch, closed my eyes, and replayed the day’s events. So much had happened. I only went to the bar because my fellow model, Ella, invited me to celebrate; we’d both been invited to the Dubai Fashion Show. It was also a way to clear Knoxx from my mind. He’s completely disrupting my life.

“I hate you, Knoxx Sanders,” I whispered as sleep finally claimed me.