Be My Wife

Beautiful Sarah

SARAH'S POV

Today was the exhibition at the BLUE HEAVEN'S hotel. Everything was done as planned. It was 15 minutes until the exhibition started. So the rule for today's exhibition was that the more paintings you sell, the higher commissions you earn. I wasn't very good when it came to selling or marketing, but my girly assets were best at attracting customers, specializing in playboys and fuckboys.

I was making a video of the hall when I captured deep blue ocean eyes which were Christian's. Our gazes locked for a minute and I suddenly felt hot, my cheeks turning into tomatoes. I instantly looked away from there and concentrated on the buyers.

Later in the afternoon, the flow of buyers was increasing heavily. Even popular faces were invited to the exhibition. I was assigned to sell an expensive painting worth $12000 USD. My manager was showing around to the VIPs himself and was going on every table to describe the art. And then came my turn and my guests were my manager, the artist himself and Christian Knight, of course.

"Mr. Knight this is one of the highlights for tonight. This painting of mine is called 'ARSON'. Arson means...."

"Deliberately setting a property on fire and that is exactly what it depicts." Christian spoke and all of us stared at him.

"Amazing Mr. Knight. I see you have a soft corner for paintings," my manager said or basically whispered.

"I have a soft corner for something else as well," Christian hissed while staring straight at my eyes. Once again, our eyes were locked and for more than normal time. I was drowning in those ocean blue eyes. His small smirk broke our eye contact.

"Sarah...give a brief about the painting to Mr. Knight. " I snapped back into reality after my manager's order.

"Yeah...so Mr. Knight. This is one of the best artworks from tonight. It is worth $12000 USD, but this piece is worth every penny," I explained.

"Sarah, you are such a lovely sweetheart. I love how you appreciate my art," Said the artist to my boobs. p*****t definitely.

I ignored him and looked at Christian and to my surprise his jaw was clenched and knuckles white with fire in his watery eyes.

"I will buy this painting for myself. Bill it by my name," Christian announced, staring at the artist and then gave the manager a dismissal nod and both of them left the counter.

I was packing the painting when Christian spoke..." What are you even wearing?"

"None of your business, Mr. Knight. I am doing my job here," I replied.

"And what exactly is your job? To give them a view of your cleavage or flaunt your curves?" Intimidation is the word for this conversation.

"So someone is noticing my cleavage and my curves. Good," I said with a smirk.

Christian rolled his eyes and gave me a look that said." Cover your cleavage, or I will do it for you. "

"See, I am not good at attracting customers to my counter, but my girly assets are. So I am using my powers. Why do you care so much?

He walked across the table, closing the distance between them. He took off his blazer and bent down to my height. His cold big hands wrapped the blazer around me and his intimidating voice whispered in my ears.....

"Something's are not for everyone, Sarah. And especially the beauty your GIRLY ASSETS hold. So cover yourself or else every eye that stares at you might go blind by tonight. And believe me, I won't hesitate to do it. "

My legs, my brain, my eyes, my hands and my heart everything froze for a minute. I was not able to process what just happened. And Christian acted like nothing happened. I stared at him in question, but he didn't flinch a bit. Was he jealous? But why would he be jealous of someone like me?

He turned around and asked his bodyguards to do the painting. I finally came back to my senses and was just about to take off the blazer from me when his hand again came up and held my wrists...

"Sarah, I hate to repeat myself. DONT. TAKE . OFF . THE . BLAZER. SARAH."

To avoid any kind of scene, I followed his instructions and put the blazer back on.

"Good girl," he said.

After all this, he left the exhibition and I got back to my work. The painting I was assigned to sell was sold within the first hour of the exhibition. So I was basically wandering around. There was an after-party for all the staff members at BLUE HEAVENS only. So I waited until all the paintings were sold and all of us headed to the party area. And to my surprise, it was LIT. Beautiful lighting with soothing music and fresh breeze hitting the face. It was cold, but I had Christian's jacket thankfully. We went to the bar area and my eyes were wandering around the party area when I saw Christian sitting with some men who looked like the buyers from today.

Rolled sleeves with a watch and a small tattoo on the popping veins. The first button of his shirt was undone, and he looked ridiculously hot. I could see girls simping over his looks, and can you blame them?

"Drink for the young lady," said the bartender.

"Thanks . I really need it," I said and gulped down in one go.

I was not an alcoholic at all. I am always disgusted by its taste, so I usually don't drink, but today it was needed. I hade only one alcoholic drink and switched to virgin ones. I had no friends at the art gallery, so I barely talked to anyone at the party.

"Hey beautiful. " A voice interrupted my drink.

"Hi." Of course, Derek is the most well-known asshole in the gallery.

"Drinking alone tonight. No date?" He asked me.

"Yes... I prefer being alone to having perverts by my side. "

"Ouch....it sounds like you had a bad experience. I can help you lighten up your stress with a 'massage' tonight," he said with a wink.

"Nice of you but I don't like massages from strangers."

"Ohhh Sarah...it's not a normal one it lasts the whole night. Try it sweetheart."

"Maybe I want that massage," a cold, deep and heavy voice came from my back. I instantly turned, and again ocean blue eyes were there staring through the soul of Derek.

"Do you know him, Sarah?" Christian asked me.

"Yes...he ....he is a colleague in the art gallery. "

"Ohh really.... I was expecting a better staff." Christian looked at Derek and checked him out from head to toe.

"Someone's calling me..... I'll catch up with you soon, beautiful Sarah. " Derek left instantly.

"Beautiful Sarah, "put a sarcastic smirk on Christian's face.

"Beautiful Sarah,' I repeated.

"Why are you here ?" I asked.

"Because this is my hotel. "

"I know that, but why are you at this party? I mean we are just some workers from a gallery and not big politicians or celebrities where you can make your contacts. "

"You may be right, but I like beautiful things, and they attract me....beautiful Sarah."

"Are you flirting with me, Christian Knight?" If yes, then you are terrible at it."

"Do you want me to flirt with you beautiful Sarah?"

"OK, first, it's Sarah, not beautiful Sarah. And secondly, no, I don't want you to hit on me. Please find another girl who will sleep with you. I am not that type. Have a good night, Mr. Knight, and say hi to Blue." I said to Christian and left the party area.

"I will drive you Sarah...it's late," Christian was following me.

"Thanks, but you must have better things to do than to drive me home. I am not a baby ."

"You are acting like one Sarah...it's 11 o clock, and it's not safe to go alone. "

"I can decide my safety, so leave me alone."

I was thumping down the stairs when he took speed and reached for my arm and grasped it.

"I will drop you Sarah. Don't be so stubborn. "

"The one who is being stubborn is you. Who am I to you? Why do you care if I reach home safely or not? Why does my cleavage bother you? Why do you call me BEAUTIFUL SARAH? Whyyyyy Christian whyyyyy ?"

"Sarah, you are drunk heavily. Let's not create a scene here. Get in my car. We will talk there."

"Noo Christian noo..... I can't stand you another second, so please go back to the party. I will go home by myself."

He didn't listen to me and for another minute I was in his arms the bridal style.

To my surprise, this was not at all uncomfortable. The warmth of his chest and the safety of his strong hands near my knees and my back. I don't know when I felt so safe last time. I wanted to melt into his chest and never leave that space. This feeling of being so close to him was so assuring. After a 3-minute walk, he unlocked his car and settled me in the passenger seat. These were the shortest 3 minutes of my life.

He got in the driver's seat and started driving. The car smelled rich leather and an excellent cologne which must be his.

"How many drinks have you had tonight?"

"Only 1 Christian and I don't want any lectures or anything over that. Just drop me at my apartment and I will be grateful."

"We are not going to your apartment, Sarah."

"What... why? And if not my apartment, where the hell are you taking me? Are you k********g me, Christian?"

"You really test my patience every time, Sarah... I am taking you to my mansion because you won't be safe in your broken apartment. "

"Hold on...wait a minute. I am not going to your apartment, Christian Knight. Drop me here I can walk to my apartment. "

"You think your threats would work on me ....how cute..."

"Shut up Christian. I am being serious. I would rather die to take another favor from you. "

My threats didn't work a bit on him. I tried to convince him politely but failed. Now I am at CHRISTIAN KNIGHT'S MANSION.