Marry Me, Mr. Sanders!

COFFEE OR ME?

SAM

After lunch, I kept myself busy with various activities around the penthouse, from cleaning to organizing. I was also thinking of adding some feminine touches to the place. I almost felt like a typical wife because, by evening, I prepared dinner. Even though I went to nearly every corner of the penthouse, I didn't catch a glimpse of Knoxx. He seems like a snake, only coming out when he's hungry.

After cooking dinner, I wanted to call him, but I hesitated. He might just snap at me again. Knoxx is known for being aloof, a ruthless businessman. This is no secret to me, especially now that we've been together for some time and he's my husband. I tried knocking on his door, but he didn't answer. I felt foolish waiting, hoping he'd open up, but he didn't, so I decided to eat by myself. I thought maybe he'd change his mind and come out, but he never did. After finishing dinner, I cleaned up and locked myself in my room, browsing online shops until I fell asleep.

I woke up at 5 in the morning and decided to go for a jog. It's been a while since I exercised after the incident. Thankfully, I brought my jogging outfits. I wore a sports bra and high-waisted leggings, tying my hair up. I put on my phone armband and glanced in the mirror before heading out. I know I look sexy in this outfit. It really shows off my body's shape. It was still dark outside, so I figured no one would recognize me.

At first, I just walked to a nearby park where other early risers were exercising. After about 30 minutes, I started jogging and began to sweat. As I was heading back to the unit, someone grabbed my hand—it was Knoxx, his eyes furious. He was also jogging and had probably been at it for a while, though I didn't know which direction he'd come from.

"Next time, don't wear that when you jog," he said angrily, not letting go of my arm. "What's wrong with my outfit? Should I wear a gown instead?" I replied sarcastically, which made his grip tighten. "Do you not realize? Everyone who sees you is practically staring. I'm warning you, woman, not on my watch." "I don't care about other people; this is my life!" I answered calmly, trying not to make a scene as the surrounding area was getting brighter. "Oh, really?" He dragged me back to the building. There weren't many people around yet, but a security guard was watching us. "Let go of me! You're the one making a scene." "I don't care! This is my building." I wasn't surprised to learn he owned the building, considering the large "S" outside. He was still furious when we entered the elevator, and he hadn't let go of my arm. Neither of us spoke until we reached the penthouse, where I forcefully pulled my arm free. "What's your problem?" I asked him. "You!" he pointed a finger at me. "You won't get away with doing whatever you want as long as you're in my domain, I tell you," he warned. "Who told you?" I hate being manipulated. "I'm your husband, and the moment you signed that contract, you knew the consequences of what you got into. I own you now, and you'll follow everything I say," he emphasized, and I snapped back to reality. "Speechless? Remember now?" he continued, stepping closer to me, his eyes scanning me from head to toe. "I've already warned you not to wear revealing clothes, yet you keep doing it. Maybe you want me to let the dogs feast on that body of yours. That's where it belongs," he added, insulting me again.

KNOXX

I woke up at 4 in the morning and decided to go jogging. I'd been jogging for over an hour when I thought about returning to the unit, but then I saw Sam. People at the park were already staring at her, which didn't surprise me, since she's a celebrity and some people recognized her. A few were even taking pictures. Her body is captivating, especially in that jogging outfit, which perfectly shows off her curves. I was already sweating, but watching her move made me feel even hotter. Her toned back and chest...

"Shit!" I cursed at the thought. That's why I've been trying to avoid her, but my body doesn't cooperate. We've only been under the same roof for a few days, but I feel feverish whenever I see her. When I noticed she was about to leave and likely head back to the unit, I ran after her. We had a heated exchange and ended up back inside the penthouse.

I was in the shower, but I couldn't stop thinking about Sam, getting more irritated with myself every time I saw her. As much as possible, I want to distance myself from her, but my body betrays me. This is the first time a woman has made me feel this way. Sam has a natural charisma, especially with men. She's a natural seductress, the epitome of a sex goddess.

The cold water from the shower did little to cool me down. Her face and body were stuck in my mind. I want her in my bed, but I can't let that happen. I have my pride, and I intend to stick to it. That's why I've been showing her nothing but coldness every time we're together.

I can't just avoid her while we're living under the same roof. I'm Knoxx Sanders, and no one—not even Samantha Portman—will ruin my reputation. I'll face her and show her who's dominant in this relationship.

When I went to the kitchen, I found her cooking breakfast. She was wearing an oversized shirt that barely covered anything, exposing her smooth, pale thighs. I wondered what was under that shirt. I swallowed at the thought. It's like she's deliberately teasing me with what she wears.

She caught me looking at her legs. "Hi. Are you hungry?" she asked casually. I have to give it to this woman—she's hard to read sometimes. We were just arguing earlier, and now she's acting like nothing happened.

She continued setting the table, and I grabbed a cup to make coffee. "I'll do it," she insisted, taking the cup from my hand. My body heated up again as her hand brushed against mine, and I suddenly didn't feel like having coffee—I was already hot enough. I sat down, watching her pour the coffee.

"Here." She handed me the cup. Without thinking, I took a big gulp. "Wait!" she warned, but it was too late, and I burned my tongue, dropping the cup and spilling coffee all over the table. "Oh my God. I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" Why the hell is she apologizing? It's my fault. She grabbed some tissues and wiped the spilled coffee off my clothes.

I stayed quiet as she cleaned up, not caring about the spilled coffee. What concerned me now was how close we were. I could smell her cologne. I just stared at her face as she focused on wiping my clothes. Without realizing it, I closed my eyes, letting my mind run wild.

Sam caressed my face while I kissed her gently on the lips, my other hand trailing down her legs. She was sitting on my lap, and I could feel her soft hips pressing against me. My body wanted more, and I wanted to have her right there on the dining table.