A Night Of Passion With Mr Knight.

CHAPTER TWO.

The unforgettable Night!

Samara froze. "Wh… what's going on here?" She asked, her voice barely audible.

This couldn't be happening! Her body trembled and her phone slipped from her hand, clashing on the ground.

The clattering sound seemed to do the magic as two pairs of eyes turned to her.

Samara struggled to regain her composure. Surely! She was mistaken.

She had to be.

If the woman had been anybody else that she didn't know, she wouldn't have been this shocked.

Noah might be a flirt but he wouldn't cheat on her with his secretary and impregnate her, would he?

No! She had to be wrong. She was probably been too dramatic.

Maybe, Hannah is resigning because she's pregnant and just here to have dinner with them.

She's been working as Noah's secretary for four years now and has even spent more time in the company

Surely, This was just a farewell dinner, right?

Except that Hannah wasn't married and if it were true she wouldn't be in Noah's arms?

She shook her head, she's probably been paranoid.

She moved forward and walked to Noah, half expecting him to prove her wrong by pushing the woman aside and hugging her.

She took a deep breath and pretended not to see everything going on around her. Noah will explain later.

Smiling warmly she said "Welcome home, dear. How was your trip?"

The air seemed to freeze as she stood before him waiting.

The woman moved impossibly closer to Noah, one hand on her protruding tummy and the other wrapped around Noah's waist.

Why wasn't Noah doing anything? Then, realization dawned on her.

She was right! Hannah is indeed pregnant for Noah.

Suddenly, Samara was struggling to breathe. Her air-flow seems constricted.

Her chest tightened as it heaved up and down.

"Noah! What the hell is going on here?" Her voice sounded louder than she had intended but it didn't matter.

Noah glared at her, as though she was interrupting something important, as though she was the problem here.

"Well, what do you think, Samara?" It was Hannah talking.

She smirked smugly and rubbed her hand on her tummy like that was enough explanation, like the gesture was supposed to make Samara understand.

Samara looked at her in disbelief.

She couldn't believe Hannah had spoken to her in such a disrespectful manner and why did she call her by her first name and not Mrs Edison?

Samara had only met Hannah thrice and in those meetings, the young lady had been polite and respectful.

"Noah, is this some prank?" She looked at him pleadingly.

Oh God! Let this be a joke.

Noah opened his mouth to say something but Hannah beat him to it.

" Oh please, Samara." Hannah waved her hand dismissively.

" Stop feigning ignorance. As you can clearly see, I'm pregnant. And yes, it's for Noah." She continued rubbing her tummy while smirking.

" I've proven to be more useful than you could ever be. Of course, we've been making love, and here…" she pointed gingerly at her protruding stomach.

" here is the fruit. Noah's seed is finally growing inside me after all those years he's spent wasting them on a barren woman." She completed.

Turning to Noah, she pecked him on the lips.

Samara staggered. She didn't fail to note the familiar way she'd been addressing Noah and now, they were kissing right before her?

"Oh! My dear son! How I've missed you!" Agatha came running into Noah's arms and Hannah immediately shifted.

Noah kissed her cheeks fondly and smiled, " I've missed you more Mother! How do you fare?"

"I'm fine, my sweet boy." She grabbed his arm "We should head to the dining…" she gasped noticing Hannah, eyes wide in shock which was replaced almost immediately with excitement.

"Don't tell me this is the surprise…" She trailed.

"Yes, Mum. Hannah's carrying your grandchild" Noah said grinning proudly like a teenage boy who just scored a goal.

Well, he did score a goal. Hannah's pregnancy is enough evidence.

Samara had never seen Noah this excited before. Was this how much he wanted a child?

"Oh my goodness!" Agatha exclaimed. She moved to Hannah quickly and engulfed her in a tight hug.

"Oh, my darling! I can't believe this is real" She took her hands and led her to a couch.

"Thank goodness! Gracious! This is the best news I've heard. You've finally listened to me and taken my advice. You've made me so proud dear"

She held Agatha fondly, looking at her all over and over.

"No..ah, how could you!" Samara stammered. She felt weak in her knees, her body was trembling more and more.

Agatha hissed loudly and rolled her eyes in disgust. She stood up to reply but Noah stepped forward stopping her.

" Look, Samara. We both know this is a loveless marriage. Honestly, I was only interested in you because of your beautiful face"

he looked her over and Samara shrieked.

" And of course your alluring body. I literally bought you from your uncle but you've been nothing but useless and unproductive. You can't even satisfy me in bed.

You're barren and can't bear me children. Neither are you educated enough.

I must've been foolish to think you were worthy to stand by my side as my wife.

Who knows if you've committed several abortions in the past that caused you to lose your womb."

Agatha and Hannah laughed loudly at the comment.

"What!" Samara shouted. How could he say that to her when he was the one who disvirgined her?

"Oh! Stop with the act. You're just a slutty barren woman who does nothing but bask in my wealth and name.

Mother was right all along. You are a gold digger. I'm sure you skimmed with your uncle to take all my wealth but I won't allow you to reap where you did not sow." He frowned deeply.

"If you can't be useful and give me an heir, then what are you even doing here?" He waved her off as though she was a fly and not a human being.

" Anyways, I've decided you'd stay and help Mother and Hannah who's proven to be more useful than you could ever be.

That's the least you can do to repay me for helping your stupid uncle when he was on the brink of bankruptcy. You will stay here until I'm done with you…"

"Ahhh!" Samara screamed rushing upstairs before he could finish his statement.

She moved to her wardrobe and searched for the divorce papers that Agatha, her mother-in-law had been probing her to sign.

Taking a pen from her reading table, she signed hastily, and running downstairs, she flung the papers on Noah's face.

" I'm done with you. I'm done with all of this." She screamed at him.

Taking off her wedding ring, she threw it at him too.

Noah stood eyes wide in shock and disbelief. He clearly wasn't expecting this.

Hot tears cascaded down her cheeks, her eyes were puffy and swollen and she looked a terrible mess now but she didn't stop to think about that as she ran out of the house and into the darkness.

???????

"Room 216," The receptionist told Samara who seemed to be having a hard time standing let alone listening.

" It's on the 5th floor." She pointed to a corner. " And that's the elevator."

"Thank you..ou" Samara slurred, took the keys, and left for the elevator.

The receptionist stared at her pitifully and shook her head." It must be heartbreak…" she muttered.

Standing alone in the moving elevator, Samara kept staggering drunkenly.

After leaving the house earlier, she had run for almost a mile while weeping hysterically.

Unable to face her uncle, she ended up at the bar close to this hotel, where she drank beer to a stupor.

Luckily for her, she had taken her purse which had her ATM card, some cash, and her slightly broken phone.

The elevator stopped and she reeled out while holding the wall for support.

For someone who's alcohol intolerant, seven bottles of beer had been a little too much for Samara and she ended up throwing up twice.

It was a miracle she made it to the hotel.

The Floor was empty. She rubbed her blurry eyes and waited for her vision to clear.

"Wh..y is the whole place mo..ving" she slurs laughing drunkenly.

She moves to the nearest door and fumbles with the keys trying to open it but the door creeks open.

She grins and steps in, then immediately slams the door loudly before bolting it.

Unaware that she had entered the wrong room, Samara begins to undress herself still backing the room.

?????

Alexander Knight sat on the bed, trying to contact his friend all to no avail.

He was still half dressed in his business suit and he had a black mask on his face.

His attention was focused on his phone and he had ear-pods in his ears.

He left the club about thirty minutes ago when he started feeling strange.

He had gone to the high-class club because his potential client insisted on having their meeting there.

While he waited for his friend and PA, Alexander was offered a glass of wine which he gulped down but regretted immediately as his body began heating up.

Realizing, he'd been drugged and set up, he had pushed off the redhead hovering all over him and had quickly driven to the hotel that he already booked.

At least, now alone, he wouldn't make a mistake.

He jerked up at the sound of the door slamming shut and looked up.

His eyes widened at the sight in front of him—A half-naked woman by his door?

" What the hell! s**t!" He had been in so much hurry, that he didn't even remember to lock the door

" Stop!" He almost screamed. "Who are you? And what are you doing here" He asked.

The young woman turned, then squinted. " And who are you?" she slurred.

"f**k!" Alexander muttered unable to keep his eyes from roaming her body.

If his body was on fire before, it's now burning in a furnace.

She has a very gorgeous body. He thought.

" Please, leave now." He pleaded tearfully.

He was using his last strength to control himself as his groin was on fire.

And he was beginning to feel pains, he looked down at his bulge and cursed.

" Why should I leave? It's my room. And why are you standing like that" Samara asked.

She walked to him and stood staring at him amusingly.

Alexander gawked at her boobs popping out from the black bra and groaned.

" I'm so sorry," He said. And before she could ask or react, he held her waist and slammed his lips on hers.

His lips met hers in a passionate kiss.

He kissed her hungrily seeking entrance and when Samara gasped out, he used the opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth immediately.

"Hmm," she moaned and closed her eyes. Wrapping her slender hands on his neck, she began reciprocating the kiss.

Alexander kissed her long and hard. His kisses were urgent and fast. She tasted like beer and chocolate.

Samara was intoxicated, she kissed him with fervor trying to match his pace, her hands roaming his back tracing the edge of his suit.

She thought the stranger tasted like honey and she just couldn't get enough of him.

He deepened the kiss, pulling her impossibly closer to himself.

Breaking the kiss, his lips moved along her jawline down to her neck and lingered there.

When he kissed her soft spot— just behind her ear, Samara lost it.

" Oh my!" She moaned.

Pressed firmly against the wall, Alexander unhooked her bra while still trailing kisses all over her body.

Samara tugged at his suit, and he quickly undressed.

She stared at his well-sculpted body in awe and instinctively started roaming her hands on his body.

For a man who was drugged, Alexander did take his time. Pleasuring her in every way.

Groans and moans of pleasure continued echoing in the room.

And that night ended magically for both of them as they continued to make love till past midnight.