Marry Me, Mr. Sanders!

TRENDING

KNOXX

I still can't believe what happened earlier. I didn't agree to her terms, but I didn't outright reject them either. I need to clear my mind. I'm Knoxx Sanders, and I won't let that woman manipulate me. If I accept her proposal, it will feel like surrendering.

"Meet me at The Empire." I texted Carl, my best friend and the Operations Manager of Sanders Shipping Line.

I need someone to help me clear my thoughts. A lot has been going on in my life lately. I've already had two glasses of whiskey, and Carl still hasn't arrived. Maybe I should leave; he's probably busy with his new "toy." Carl is known for being a womanizer, changing girlfriends almost every week.

"What's going on, bro?" He tapped me on the shoulder just as I was about to leave. He was grinning and shaking his head.

"One whiskey," he signaled to the bartender. "You wouldn't call me here unless something's wrong. I know you." He turned to me.

"Do you still remember when I told you about Samantha Portman?"

"Oh yeah, the hot babe? The Kendall Jenner look-alike with a body like Kylie Jenner?" He laughed out loud. "The one you kidnapped?" he added.

"Shut up, I didn't!" I admit, she's beautiful, not just pretty but damn hot. "She's back, and she asked me to marry her."

"What?!!! Are you serious? I thought she was gone. How?"

I told him everything that had happened since we met again, right up until her proposal earlier.

"So, what's your plan?"

"I don't know. I can't think straight. I still can't believe this is happening to me. I loved Camille so much that I want revenge for her and our baby. But I just can't think clearly right now." I sighed and downed the rest of my drink.

"When has Knoxx Sanders ever lacked a plan?" Carl teased. "Marry her. Like they say, keep your friends close but your enemies closer. You can do whatever you want with her if she's nearby. Besides, you said her offer comes with benefits. Why not give it a try? In the end, you're the one who stands to gain."

He had a point.

"Or you could hand her over to me instead." He grinned like a wolf about to pounce. "I can marry her anytime, and not just that, I'll take her to heaven too." He laughed again.

3 AM rolled around, and I still couldn't sleep. Her face kept appearing in my mind every time I closed my eyes. I didn't know how she managed to get under my skin. God knows how much I hate her, but I just can't stop thinking about her. Carl is right, though; if I want peace of mind, I need to marry her. Yes, if I want to finally rid myself of her.

I fell asleep around 5 AM...

"Oh, shit! I'm late!" For the first time in 10 years of working at Sanders Corp., I overslept. It's already 9 in the morning, and I usually wake up at 5 AM and head to the office before 8, after my workout.

When I got to the office, Carl was already there, laughing.

"My God, Knoxx Sanders, this is the first time I've seen you late. Is it Kendall Jenner's fault?"

"Spare me, Carl. I'm not in the mood, and yeah, you're right. I couldn't sleep because of her." I admitted. "Why are you here? I told you to finalize the deal with Mr. Santos."

"Have you seen the news?"

"What news? I've got a lot on my plate. I'm not interested in the news right now, Carl."

"Samantha Nathalia Portman is back after being missing for three months. It's all over the news. She's trending, bro—Twitter, Instagram, and Facebook." He wouldn't stop rambling. "Bro, what she went through is insane! Are you sure you didn't have anything to do with this?" he accused.

"Is that what you think of me? I may be ruthless in business, but I'm not a murderer. I'm not like her. She killed my fiancée and my child!" I yelled at him.

"Easy, bro, easy! But there's more to the story. She was spotted at the airport this morning with her rumored boy toy/PA." He smirked as he glanced at his phone.

I clenched my fists at what I heard. She asked me to marry her, but she has another man in her life. Is this woman playing me?

"If she's already taken, why the hell did she ask you to marry her? Maybe she's got ulterior motives."

I didn't respond. I know she's up to something, and I need to find out what. Though she's a famous celebrity in the country, there's still an air of mystery about her. Other than the public knowledge that she's from a wealthy, prominent family, she rarely grants interviews or makes guest appearances, so not much is known about her. Except for her frequent travel posts on social media.

"Bro, I have to go. Think carefully about what you'll do. See you around." Carl left, leaving me deep in thought. If this were a business deal, I'd have figured out my next move by now. But this time, I'm completely stumped.

I opened my laptop and searched for the latest news about her. Call me a stalker, but I need to study her entire persona. That way, I can execute my plans.

Carl was right; it's all over the news. But this morning, she flew out of the country, and no one knows where she's headed. She was with her rumored boyfriend, Lance Lorenzo. I shook my head as I looked at her photos on the internet. She's really beautiful and seductive. A mix of Kendall and Kylie Jenner. Her eyes, nose, and facial shape resemble Kendall's, but with lips and a body more like Kylie's, though she's a bit slimmer. She's 5'7", much shorter compared to my 6'2" height. But there's no denying she's every man's fantasy. She's always wearing revealing clothes, and most of her posts leave little to the imagination. Camille, on the other hand, was the complete opposite—sophisticated and elegant in everything she wore.

What is it about you, Portman? Why, of all the people I could've met, did it have to be you?