Marry Me, Mr. Sanders!

THE PENTHOUSE

SAM

I used my own car to go to his place. Yes, I'm living with him. Am I ready? That's the question I'm asking myself right now. I can't get out of my head what he did at our wedding. That's not what I expected. I arrived at his place without even realizing it. Someone assisted me and took me to his penthouse. The unit was big and spacious, a picture of luxury. But it was obvious that a man lived there because of the colors-black, white, and gray dominated the space.

"Where's my room?" I asked as I looked around. I stumbled upon a room and tried to open it. It was locked, probably Knoxx's room. There were only two rooms, and I was right when I managed to open the other one. It was as large as my room back home, with its own walk-in closet and an overlooking view of the city. My chest tightened when I thought of my parents while staring outside. What would they think about what I've done? But maybe I wouldn't be in this situation if they were still alive.

It was getting dark, and I was hungry. I took my things inside the room and quickly organized them. I'm the kind of person who likes everything in order before resting. Even though I grew up surrounded by luxury and taken care of by my parents and a nanny, I learned how to tidy up, especially my things, when I studied abroad. By the time I was done, I was starving.

I didn't expect Knoxx to accompany me because his gestures were clearer than daylight and that I wasn't welcome in his life. He didn't even talk to me properly after the wedding. One of his staff just instructed me to come to his penthouse. I went to the kitchen to cook something to eat, but I was shocked to see that his fridge was empty. I was disheartened; there was only beer and water inside. It was clear he didn't live here. Maybe the guy was planning to starve me. I felt down while checking the cabinets; if I had known, I would have gone grocery shopping before coming here. If I go out to buy food now, I might faint from hunger. Luckily, I found a cup of noodles and some chips that hadn't been opened. I boiled some water and poured it over the noodles. It didn't entirely satisfy my hunger, but it would do for now. Tomorrow, I'll buy a lot of food. I can't rely on anyone but myself; I couldn't call Lance because I'd probably just get scolded.

After eating the noodles, I returned to the room with the large bag of chips. I hadn't even changed my clothes, and I was already feeling sleepy. I lay down, staring at the lights in the room, and I didn't even realize that I had fallen asleep.

KNOXX

Honestly, I had no intention of getting along with her because I might not be able to control myself and do something I'd regret. I just told my staff earlier to assist her in getting to the penthouse. I had an urgent meeting right after the wedding. It was 9 pm when I was heading home when I remembered that I was married now and that she was in the penthouse. I wanted her to stay there because I didn't want my house tainted with any other memories. I told the driver to take me to the penthouse for the night.

When I arrived, it was dark inside. It seemed like she had gone out. Well, she's a party girl, so she's probably at a bar nearby. I opened my room and headed straight to the bathroom to shower. Afterward, I went to the kitchen and remembered that I didn't have any food in stock because I rarely stayed there. I noticed a cup noodle wrapper in the trash. I also heard music from the other room, so I went to check. I saw Sam, asleep on her stomach, holding an open bag of chips. I swallowed hard at the sight of her-she hadn't even changed her clothes. Her long legs and wide hips were visible. I shook my head. This was supposed to be our first night, but I had made it clear to her that I wasn't interested in consummating our marriage.

I suddenly felt guilty, knowing she had only eaten noodles and chips, and on top of that, I'd assumed she had gone out.

SAM

My neck hurt from sleeping on my stomach. It was morning when I woke up, still in the same clothes. I went straight to the bathroom to shower. I was going out today to buy food. It's Saturday, and I don't have any scheduled shoots.

Before changing clothes, I went to the kitchen to drink something, but I was shocked to run into Knoxx, who had also just showered, shirtless. Awkward. I was only wearing a towel. I froze, staring at him. I didn't expect him to have slept here last night.

"If you're planning to seduce me by not wearing decent clothes, you're just making a fool of yourself, Portman," he said with narrowed eyes, and I suddenly felt my entire body heat up at his words.

"Excuse me? FYI, Mr. Sanders, aka my husband! You're not the only man in the world for me to seduce. Plenty of guys would kill to sleep with me," I snapped at him in irritation. He moved closer to me.

"Do you think I'll let you enjoy yourself in someone else's bed while I'm your husband?"

"And do you think I can't do it? Who are you to stop me?"

"What did you just say? No one messes with Knoxx Sanders, I tell you!" he growled.

"Whatever!" I replied and turned to leave, but before I could go, he grabbed my hand and kissed me roughly. I could feel the cold refrigerator door against my back. His kiss was intense, and I couldn't break free, especially with his tight grip on my hands. I suddenly realized my towel had fallen to the floor.

He left me standing there, lips parted, frozen. I didn't even know how to cover my exposed body. I came to my senses when he wiped his lips as if disgusted and looked at me before walking away, leaving me like I was something repulsive. I wanted to cry, but I didn't know how to let the tears out. Is this the beginning of my punishment for what I did to him?

I wasn't even aware of what happened next, and I don't know how I managed to change clothes. When I came out of the room, he was already gone. He must have left.

Wearing a simple black shirt, denim shorts, and white rubber shoes, I left the building to buy groceries. To avoid being recognized by people, I paired it with a white cap and sunglasses. This is the simple me behind the camera, something the public doesn't know.