KNIGHT

Fourteen

"Who the fuck are you" he's angry voice boomed against the walls of the apartment.

"I should be the one asking that question since you're the one who knocked" Michael responded calmly. Unfazed by the glare being directed at him.

He ignored him "Where's Ms Clint?"

After hearing that I made my appearance at the doorway. He was dressed in a navy blue suit with a maroon tie. He diverted his eyes to me. There was clear worry in them. Why would he be worried about me. And Why do I like the way my name rolled off his tongue. Like music to my ears.

"Sir? what are you doing here?" I asked truly confused

The he come to visit me when he heard that I wasn't feeling well, Why is my heart swelling at this assumption.

"I came to check on you. You weren't picking your calls when I noticed you weren't in the office. Sophia told me you weren't well" there was a hint of worry in his tone, though he's face was void of any emotion he's eyes told a different story.

"I uh I'm fine Mr Knight... Oh sorry Michael.."I turned to him "this is Aiden Knight my boss and sir this is Michael Evans my neighbor" I looked at him to see some sort of jealousy in his eyes. What. My heart raced at that thought.

"Nice to meet you"

Mr Knight nodded and turned to me with his cold voice "office on Monday" he left.

"That was unexpected" Michael blurt out closing the door.

"I know. Why do you think he came?"I wondered.

"Isn't it obvious. He likes you"

"What" I looked at him in shock but he only smirked.

"Yes I could see it. Even though he's face was straight he had a twinkle in his eyes once he looked at you and disgust replaced it when he faced me.

"Is that even possible?"

"What do you mean you are amazing and nice. There was this longing in his eyes as they looked at you"

Me out of all the models and actresses in this life ME now don't get me wrong, I know I'm beautiful and ok and I also know my self worth, but I don't think I'm his type since he only goes out with rich and famous people. I know that I like him in a way I shouldn't but I can't help it. It's like his cold demeanor pulled me closer wanting to know beyond the chilled exterior.

I sighed exasperatedly. "I don't know"

"Trust me. You'll find out soon" he sounded promising.

A week has passed now. Mr Knight was still the same but he would glare into space once in a while distractingly. My mind is still trained on Michael's theory that day. Think of it more often.

It was Friday night and I was about to turn in when I received a message from the devil.

Ms Clint I need you to bring the Jackson's auto file for me. It's on my desk and I need it ASAP. - The devil

But sir it's 9 pm can't I bring it tomorrow. It's not safe. - me

He replied instantly.

My driver is waiting for you outside your building, he's with the keys as well, make sure you obey my orders and hand it over to me personally because it is a very confidential document and I trust only you. - The devil

My heart skipped a beat at the last sentence.

Ok sir I will bring it soon. - me

I changed into something different then wrote a note in case if Hattie wakes up. I reached outside and saw the familiar black car parked at the curb. I dashed to it and opened the door to the shot gun.