Mr. Knight

14|Stranger

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"You never know that the person you crossed on the street is going to be more than just a stranger someday!"

The next morning when Scarlett woke up she didn't find Alexander there.

She slowly got up and stretched her arms and let out a yawn. Sleepily she rubbed her eyes and looked around.

It took her a while to process what had happened and how her life had drastically changed.

She let out a long sigh and stood up and walked down the stairs to the kitchen in the hope to find someone there.

The sight in front of her left her shocked to the core and warmed her heart at the same time.

There he was, standing in her kitchen making something with her utensils.

Shirtless, did I add?

No? Well, now I did.

His well-built chest clearly showed that he spent a good time in the gym.

There was a tattoo on the side of his waist that intrigued her.

It was like the wings of a bird or a butterfly but it was half. A few parts of it were missing. More like deliberately undrawn.

Shaking her head to stop herself from overreading into a situation she went inside the kitchen.

"Mr Knight, what are you doing? You shouldn't-", she began but could not complete.

"I am as you see cooking for me. And I can because Kristy allowed me to use whatever I want to. Do you have a problem Scarlett?", he said.

Alexander had a different carefree aura around him that morning. Scarlett was confused. Gone was the screaming, scary man who was shouting at her holding her hand in an iron tight grip that gave her a bruise and made her remember all those nightmares she wanted to forget.

"I do not have and I was going to say that shouldn't have bothered I would have made us something. But you cut me off before I could complete so go ahead. Ans move your fat ass so I can make something for myself", she said emphasizing a few words to mimic him.

Alexander gasps mockingly, "My ass is not fat! I bet you find it hot!"

"Ha, you wish Mr Knight", Scarlett said.

"Can you just like a normal person call me by name?", Alexander said.

"But your name is too long," she whined and pouted.

By this time Scarlett had mixed up her dry ingredients for pancakes and was adding up the wet ingredients and mixing up the batter.

She put the pan on the stove to heat it.

"You can call me Xander like everyone else.", he replied, finding her pout very cute.

"I don't like that name. I will call you Alex if that's okay with you.", she said and then shrugged at the end and continued to mix up the batter.
Once satisfied she heated the pan and added a bit of butter and poured the batter into the pan.

" No one ever called me that. You can though if you want. I don't care. ", he said.

Finally putting his scrambled eggs on the slice of perfectly toasted bread he added a few seasonings to it and went over to grab two mugs to prepare coffee for the two of them.

He had already made two toasts and had three in total. The sight of the delicious food in front of her made Scarlett's mouth water.

Not paying attention to the burning pancake she kept ogling the food.