Marry Me, Mr. Sanders!

MYSTERIOUS

SAM

It was already ten o'clock when I returned to the penthouse. I'll cook buffalo chicken wings for lunch. It's been a while since I've had some. Yes, I know how to cook. For those who don't know me, they probably wouldn't believe it. I became independent when I studied in Paris. That's where I learned how to cook, clean, and work hard. I worked part-time while studying because I wanted to experience the normal life of a student. My mom taught me everything I needed to know, and one of those things was how to be independent.

I put the groceries on the kitchen counter, planning to arrange them in the fridge, but I was shocked to see that it was already full. Even the shelves for condiments and the grocery area were packed. Knoxx probably bought these things. Maybe he's planning to stay here for a few days. I'll organize my groceries later after I cook lunch. I have no idea if he's here right now. I'll just ignore him. I'll teach myself how to adjust to his insults and sarcasm.

First, I cooked some rice so it would be ready later, then I washed the chicken and prepared the ingredients. I'll make it spicy because I really love spicy food.

KNOXX

I've been staring at my laptop for a while, but my mind isn't working. I can't stop thinking about how she looked in the kitchen. I didn't expect to see her with only a towel wrapped around her body. I've seen her daring photoshoots but seeing her in person is different. To distract myself from the heat building inside me, I said what I did, but I was even more surprised by her response, which made me angrier. I couldn't stop myself, and I suddenly kissed her. The fire inside me grew stronger when her towel dropped. I wanted to take her right there in the kitchen. I haven't been able to understand myself since I saw her last night in the room, barely covered. I snapped back to reality when I remembered who she was. My body isn't aligning with what I told her before.

With what I'm feeling, I feel like taking another shower. I have no plans to leave today because I want to rest. It's been a hectic week, and I need peace of mind, even just for today. But how can I achieve that when the woman who disturbs my mind and body is just around?

"Argghhhhhh!" I groaned, pressing my face into my hands. I've been in my room all morning, and now I'm hungry. My appetite disappeared earlier when Sam and I had our encounter in the kitchen. I was going to make coffee but completely forgot about it. I just asked the kitchen staff to organize the groceries I ordered.

On my way to the kitchen, I smelled something delicious. I found Sam cooking and even singing along with the music she was listening to. This girl is mysterious. I can't believe she knows how to cook. She looks so simple in her casual clothes, wearing an apron. She doesn't seem like the nation's fantasy. What else will I discover about her while we live under the same roof as husband and wife?

She seemed startled when I arrived, probably not expecting it, and her cheeks flushed a little. I headed straight to the fridge and grabbed some water. The buffalo wings she was cooking smelled even more delicious and looked like they were going to be tasty.

"Are you hungry?" she asked, but I didn't respond. "Care to join me?" she continued, clearly unaffected by what happened between us earlier.

I swallowed hard when she served the food she had cooked. "Don't worry, I didn't poison it," she sarcastically said while setting the table. "Come on, let's eat." She sat down and said a prayer.

"Hmmmppppp." It was obvious she was hungry as she devoured the chicken wings, and her appearance made me even more tempted. I wanted to join her, but my pride held me back. She turned to me suddenly. "Are you just going to watch me eat, or will you join me? I know you're hungry." She said this while her mouth was full. She ate the chicken like a child, and she looked so cute.

"Hey, Mr. Sanders, if you're not going to eat, stop watching me!" I snapped out of my thoughts and sat down across from her. "You were going to eat after all, stop being so difficult," she muttered.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing. You're handsome, but you're a bit deaf," she said with a loud laugh.

"You're crazy!"

"Oh yeah, crazy in love with you!" She laughed even louder. I didn't know if I should get annoyed by what she was saying or just stay quiet. I found her cute, and I didn't know what to say.

"Go on, eat. I can hear your stomach grumbling." She smiled while putting food on my plate.

"I can manage," I said, stopping her.

"No, it's okay. I insist."

I didn't say anything else as we both ate. To be fair, her cooking was superb. For a spoiled celebrity like her, you wouldn't expect that she could cook.

"I made some fruit shakes; do you want some?" she offered as she pulled them from the fridge. I watched her as she filled a glass and handed it to me.

"I don't have a maid here; I only have a cleaner that comes every Friday. So, don't expect anyone to do the housework," I told her.

"Is that so?" she replied casually. "I can cook, do the laundry, and even clean the whole house," she added proudly.

I didn't know if I should be impressed or if she was just showing off.

"If you say so."

"Yah."

"No hiring a maid," I warned her. But instead of getting upset or angry, she smiled. "Copy that, Mr. Sanders!" She stood up, cleared the dishes, and placed them in the sink. I watched her every move as she tidied up. There was no sign of the typical fussiness you'd expect from someone like her. She's different. She's nothing like Camille, who relied on the maid for everything. Sam was clearly used to household chores. She kept cleaning, and I couldn't bring myself to leave. I also noticed the groceries she had bought on the kitchen counter. After washing the dishes, she started organizing them.

"Are you going to stare at me all day? Or do you want to eat me?" I was shocked by what she said. Could she read my mind? Was my staring that obvious? "I don't mind if you do," she teased seductively.

"In your dreams." I quickly stood up and turned my back on her. If I stayed in the kitchen any longer, I might just accept her offer. I need to get out of here before I forget that I'm Knoxx Sanders. She has a strange effect on me, and I can't control myself around her anymore. It's like I don't even know myself when I'm with her. She's like a magnet. I rushed into my room and locked the door. Who knows? That woman might get possessed and barge in, and something that shouldn't happen might happen. I've already promised myself that I wouldn't fall into her trap. I want revenge. I want her to feel the pain of losing the woman I loved and our child. I can't do that if I let her affect me.

I paced around the room, thinking. This is my unit, but I feel like I can't move freely. It's like I'm the guest in my own house.

Suddenly, my phone rang. It was Carl calling. "Hello, my friend!" he greeted happily. "How's your first night with your wife?" he asked mischievously.

"Nothing," I replied irritably.

"Nothing? You mean nothing happened between you two?" he asked again. "Oh come on, bro. Is that really you? Are you crazy?" he continued, which irritated me even more.

"I'm not in the mood, Carl, and it's none of your business. This is my life." I yelled and hung up. I was so annoyed at Carl, but I was even more frustrated with myself.