Marry Me, Mr. Sanders!

KITCHEN

KNOXX

I could clearly hear Sam's words. I thought about going up to the penthouse because I was restless in the mansion. When I got there, she was still in the same position. She was very drunk, and her appearance was a mess. I swallowed hard at the sight of her. Her outfit was extremely daring. Shaking my head, I lifted her up and carried her to her room. She smelled of alcohol, and her clothes were soaked because she hadn't noticed her drink had spilled. I carefully removed her clothes, trying to resist the warmth that was reigniting within me. This was the first time I had taken care of a drunk woman. I never did this for Camille when she was alive. And to think this woman was the reason for her death.

Because she was only wearing nipple tape on her chest, her full, rounded figure was visible. I decided to leave it on, fearing what I might do. I left her with just her thin underwear on. She was beautiful, like a goddess. I couldn't stop myself from looking, but behind her angelic face lay a mysterious persona. And I didn't know why, as days went by, I wanted to get to know her. I was mad at her, but I also didn't understand myself when I was around her. I was startled when she suddenly moaned and turned over. There, on her back, was a tattoo—black and red roses. It wasn't large, but it was enough to cover a scar on her back. I suddenly remembered the black and red roses I had received before and frowned. Could Sam have anything to do with those flowers?

Who are you really, Samantha Nathalia Portman?

SAM

It was already eight in the morning when I woke up, and my head was throbbing. I jolted up, realizing that I was only in my lingerie. Shit! I tried to recall what had happened the night before. The last thing I remember was drinking in the living room. But who brought me to my room? I must have been too out of it last night to remember. I got up and soaked in the bath for 30 minutes to wash away my hangover. Before changing clothes, I thought about stepping out of my room to make some coffee. But I looked in the mirror to check my appearance. My hair was still wet, and I was wearing a white lingerie set with a see-through robe. Without hesitation, I stepped out of the room.

I was startled when I entered the kitchen and found Knoxx Sanders standing there. He was shirtless, showing off his muscles, with only an apron covering him. Shocked, I covered my mouth. He looked my way, clearly not surprised. It seemed he had been waiting for me to come out. My eyebrows raised when I saw what he was doing—he was cooking breakfast.

"Are you just going to stand there all day?" he asked with a smirk, looking me up and down, making my face heat up. I suddenly remembered what I was wearing and froze, unable to move. To mask my embarrassment, I held my head high and ignored him, going to the fridge to get water. I'm used to wearing this kind of outfit during photo shoots and runway shows, and I never cared about people staring. But with Knoxx, I felt different. I thought I was alone in the penthouse. Why was he here?

"Are you trying to seduce me?" he asked, leaning against the kitchen island, watching me drink water. His eyes were filled with desire. Yes, I could see the fire in his eyes, and there was no denying that he was affected by me, despite his past rejections.

I suddenly choked and spilled water down my chest. I blushed even more, realizing my appearance. My chest was fully visible, especially with my robe open. I felt like a porn star with how I looked. The confidence I had earlier was quickly swallowed by embarrassment. I couldn't speak; I felt like my tongue was tied. I decided to just go back to my room, feeling like my shame would eat me alive in front of Knoxx. Trembling, I placed my glass on the sink and was about to head back when he suddenly pulled me, sat up on the kitchen island, and faced me. Only then did I notice that he had already removed his apron. We locked eyes for a few seconds.

"I want to eat you here," he suddenly muttered, and my heart pounded even louder. I was about to speak when he slowly brought his face closer and kissed me gently. He explored every inch of my mouth, seemingly waiting for me to respond to his actions.

Knoxx, what are you doing? My mind questioned. I closed my eyes, slowly giving in, and my lips parted to welcome him. As the kiss deepened, I didn't realize that my robe had completely slipped off, exposing my body to him. Though I still had underwear on, it wasn't enough to cover everything. He suddenly stopped kissing me and stared. I couldn't look directly at him out of embarrassment. It was an awkward scene with him positioned between my thighs, his hands on my hips. I could see him swallowing hard as he gazed over my body.

He kissed me again, this time deeper and more intensely. I could feel the warmth building within me. His hands wandered, lowering my bra strap. He moved from my lips to my neck, down to my chest. That's when I realized my chest was fully exposed to him. I could only moan at the sensations his actions brought. I was completely lost in my body's heat, uncertain of what might happen between us or where we were. My trembling hands were now wrapped around his neck, traveling up to his head. Electricity coursed through my body, hard to suppress, ready to explode.

His hands roamed all over me until he finally removed my last piece of clothing, and I felt the cold of the tiles beneath me. He spread my legs wider and lifted them onto the kitchen island, heightening the heat between us. He moved down, savoring every inch of my femininity, making me moan louder. My moans echoed through the entire penthouse. He grew more intense, moving faster, like a hungry tiger.