Arthur Knight was sitting in the living room, idly twirling a glass of brandy in his right hand while absently listening to his parents, Avery and Abigail, chatting with his youngest brother, Adrian. They were all waiting expectantly for Aaron, the second-born of the three siblings, to arrive from the airport.
Aaron had recently completed his business degree at NYU and chosen to spend the last four months traipsing across Europe with his best friend, Victor. He claims that this trip would be his last attempt at savouring his freedom before being shackled to the desk. He wanted to be bathed in history and culture, Aaron had claimed before he left New York.
Arthur suspected that it would be mostly likely for Aaron to be bathed in women and liqueur rather than history and culture. His brother had a penchant for the shiny things in life, and that included beautiful women and expensive wine.
Before boarding the flight to New York from Charles de Gaulle International Airport, Paris, Aaron had informed them that both he and Victor would not need a ride home from the airport. Citing jet lag and time difference, Aaron insisted that both he and Victor would not be good company. It would be to the best interest of everyone if the two of them take a taxi home.
Arthur found it to be very unlike Aaron to insist on taking a taxi home.
The Knights were used to the trappings of luxury and to them, taking a taxi or any public transportation for that matter, would only be limited to emergencies. Hell, Arthur couldn't even remember the last time he took a cab.
Most of the time, they were ferried around by drivers or if they so desire it, they could easily drive on their own. An array of expensive cars parked in the garage are left at their disposal.
Indeed, in Arthur's opinion, there was no need for Aaron to take a taxi at all.
For himself, Arthur had chosen to have Gerald, his personal driver to drive him from point A to point B. Gerald has been in his service for the past four years, and to him is a lifesaver. Traffic in New York is an absolute nightmare and finding parking would be a near impossible feat.
Sinking his back deeper into the plush, dark-brown leather sofa, his eyes roamed lazily to the living room's tall windows, partially covered by soft, semi-transparent nude curtains. Outside, the sun was shining brightly against white fluffy clouds, slowly making its descent into the horizon. The rain had just stopped pouring, leaving in its wake damp earth, with beads of water clinging precariously to the leaves and grass everywhere and cleaning the air from pollution and smoke.
Glancing carelessly at the diamond encrusted leather watch which was strapped on his left wrist, he noted that Aaron's flight should have landed hours ago. According to Arthur's estimation, Aaron would be home any minute now.
Sure enough, a cheerful yellow cab pulled up in the driveway, leaving a trail of dust in its wake. And within minutes, there was a loud and desperate pounding on the front door, violently straining the door against its hinges.
The housekeeper ran hastily to open the white double doors and in flew Aaron, running desperately for his life, as if he was chased by a pack of wild dogs. His long muscled legs were pacing furiously into the house, his dark hair was disheveled and his white polo shirt appear to be half tucked into the waistband of his pants. He was also curiously missing one shoe.
One can safely conclude that the dashing and often immaculately dressed Aaron is not at his best today.
He is in an unfortunate state of disarray.
A flash of someone garbed in yellow followed dangerously close at his heel.
An angry feminine growl was coming from the person, whose eyes were focused only on Aaron and seemingly oblivious to others who were in the room. She was furiously running behind Aaron, her slim legs were trying desperately to match his pace. Her slender arms were flailing, wisps of brown hair flying wildly, irretrievably doing her best in trying to catch him.
An irritated and loud huff came out from the person in yellow, reverberating throughout the living room.
She had narrowed the gap between them and Aaron was only inches away from her grasp.
Try as he might, Arthur couldn't make out the features of this person clearly. Both she and Aaron were circling the room frantically and trying to avoid knocking themselves at the furniture to the best of their abilities.
Quietly observing the chaotic scene that was unfolding in front of him, Arthur is very certain that he's never met someone quite as spirited as she is.
"You BRUTE!" she exclaimed loudly.
Her slim fists were pumping angrily into the air, causing her brown hair to ripple violently as she moved her slender arms.
"It is NOT my birthday! There is NO NEED for you to throw eggs at me! You've ruined my brand new outfit! What is WRONG with you?!"
She was shouting in exasperation as she continued to run behind Aaron.
Just like a movie being replayed in slow motion, a few seconds later, the lady in yellow finally caught up with Aaron, pulling him back by the ends of his navy blue jacket while simultaneously throwing herself precariously forward.
This caused Aaron to lose his footing and tumble towards the floor. The lady followed suit, falling on her bottom and landing on top of Aaron's torso.
"Omph," Aaron cried out as the lady accidentally sat on him.
Despite the lady's furious expression, Aaron appear to be laughing in stitches, clearly unaffected by the anger that was reverberating in waves from the lady's stiff posture.
The lady groaned frustratingly and her slim hands started punching Aaron's muscled chest and wide shoulders, totally unamused by his reaction.
By now, Arthur could clearly see streaks of orange and yellow goo, presumably egg yolk, dribbling on the lady's brown hair and some on her yellow jacket as well. Egg shells were spattered on her head and some were stuck to the front of her outfit.
Despite her messy and somewhat dishevelled appearance, the lady appeared to be dressed in a designer outfit, one that had graced the fashion runway at the most recent Spring/ Summer New York Fashion Week. That would explain her anger at Aaron, her new outfit must have caused a fortune.
Wanting them to stop before they actually killed each other and politely trying to inform the both of them that there are others in the room, their father, Avery Knight loudly cleared his throat.
Aaron and the lady looked up in surprise from where they were, both still entangled on the floor. Aaron had a goofy grin plastered on his face, unfazed that their antics were on full display. These are his parents and brothers, after all.
The lady turned her face, her green eyes slowly traveling upwards and sweeping across the room, her tiny forehead scrunched in confusion. As realization dawned on her that there were others in the room observing their childish antics, her cheeks rapidly turned pink, eyes wide in embarassment and her mouth rounded in shock.
Gingerly, she stood up and turned to face a very amused Avery and Abigail Knight. Beside them sat Adrian, the youngest of the three brothers. He was covering his mouth with his hand, shoulders shaking with mirth and trying his best not to laugh out loud.
Sounding absolutely mortified, with her eyes gazing shamefully to the floor, she reluctantly said, "I am terribly sorry Mr. and Mrs. Knight for my behaviour. When we came out of the taxi, Aaron thought it would be funny to egg me. Honestly, I do not know how and when did he get those eggs but he threw FIVE eggs at me. For the love of God, I don't even know why I am friends with this imbecile."
She turned to glare angrily at Aaron who was already on his feet, wide shoulders still shaking with mirth. His blue eyes were twinkling with merriment, clearly enjoying himself at her expense.
Avery Knight's light grey eyes crinkled with amusement, a light smile appearing on his thin pink lips. His second son is finally home from his trip to Europe and he was hoping that soon Aaron will settle down, preferably with Victory Sinclair, his best friend of eight years. They have known her for years and she has been a permanent fixture in Aaron's life and their household.
He and Abigail wants nothing but to see their three sons happily married and producing grandchildren for them to play with.
"It's okay, Victory," Avery said with a chuckle. "By now, we are used to you and Aaron's antics. I suppose we shouldn't be surprised that at the supposedly mature age of twenty-four, both of you still manage to act like four-year olds."
With utmost care, Victory Sinclair slowly palmed her right hand on top of her head, carefully grabbing a handful of yellow goo and egg shells that were stuck precariously to her hair.
Without warning, she slapped her dirty hand onto Aaron's head and proceeded to wipe that hand slowly and deliberately from the crown of his head down to his chest.
"Gotcha!" She cried out, laughing with glee. Her face was gloating in satisfaction.
"Hey!" Aaron exclaimed, arms opening wide in surprise before playfully smacking his hand behind her shoulders.
"Well, you started it!" Victory pouted her lips, her oval face was scrunched up adorably and her button nose wrinkling in irritation. Her index finger was pointing accusingly towards Aaron.
She no longer appeared angry, instead she cheekily poked out her pink tongue at Aaron.
Looking at her with affection, Aaron smiled sheepishly and scratched the back of his head, causing a wave of thick dark hair to fall onto his forehead.
"Sorry, Vic. I couldn't help myself. You looked so proud of this yellow outfit. I must say, if this was Thanksgiving, you would definitely outshine Mom's delicious roast turkey. We'd probably be confused whether to eat you or the turkey." Aaron snickered, mischief glinting from his pale blue eyes.
Not wanting to cause further embarrassment to the poor girl, Abigail quickly chimed, "Victory, why don't you freshen up and get changed. Aaron will show you the guest room and we will get someone to bring up a fresh pair of clothes for you to change into."
"It's okay Mrs. Knight," Victory retorted with a warm smile. "I know the way. First floor, first bedroom on the left. I've been here so often, I could practically find the room with my eyes closed."
With a nonchalant flip of her hair, egg goo dripping from her clothes, she sashayed out of the living room and up the curvy stairs to where the bedrooms were.
Arthur turned to his mom and then to Aaron, confusion clearly etched on his face.
"Mom?" Arthur asked gingerly.
"Isn't that my bedroom? Last I checked, my bedroom is the first on the left. Why is this lady changing her clothes in my bedroom and not the guest room?"
Aaron gave out a sheepish smile as he absently scratched the back of his neck. His blue eyes quickly darted from left to right, trying unsuccessfully to avoid eye contact with Arthur who was seated right in front of him. Unfortunately for Aaron, his face mirrored the guilt that he was feeling. As the resident trouble maker for the Knight family, Aaron falls into trouble easily.Perhaps, a little bit too easily.He couldn't avoid them no matter how hard he tried, mischief always has a way of finding him at every turn. "I may have told Victory that it's okay to use your room." Aaron answered with an embarrassed smile. His cheeks coloured at being caught on a bluff by his older brother. All the Knights are fully aware that Victory is using Arthur's room.Well, technically everyone knew except for Arthur. Up until that very moment, Arthur thought Victory was a guy called Victor. "If I remember correctly, I've asked your permis
"I didn't know that A. K. Media is a part of Knight Enterprises." Victory mused. Her pink lips pursed and her small head had unconsciously tilted to the side as she thought about the company that she's about to join. Her right hand was cupping the bottom of her chin while an index finger was tapping thoughtfully at the side of her smooth flawless cheeks. "I thought all your companies must have the name Knight, or something," said Victory, looking perplexed. Her gaze was unfocused as she stared towards the back of the dining room. If you were to look closely, you can see her thoughts churning rapidly behind the irises of her eyes. She continued speaking, "And besides, there is some mystery surrounding the founder of A. K. Media. He only goes by his initials and he has never entertained the press for any interview. There is very little written about him." Looking up, she turned her head to look at Aaron, who was seated to her right, "From
Victory gingerly paced her steps and walked towards the far end of the room, pausing in front of Arthur's large desk. Her Jimmy Choo stilettos made soft click-clacking sounds on the office floor. Her straight brown hair swished softly as she swayed forward, closing the gap between herself and Arthur. When she was standing about two feet from where Arthur was seated, she gave him a polite smile. Her green eyes were bright and her face was warm and friendly. "Hi, Boss." Victory greeted casually, her voice sounding soft and breathless to her ears. To be honest, Victory was very nervous. Her hands were clammy and her heart was thundering in her chest. She tried to hide it behind her wobbly smile. She wasn't sure if she should treat him as she treats Aaron, but she also felt that it would not be suitable for a new assistant to be addressing the famously reclusive CEO too informally. "Remember me from dinner last week?" she then asked
At 6 pm, Aaron strolled casually towards her workstation, whistling, looking like someone without a care in the world. He was wearing a brown jacket, light yellow shirt and white slacks. His dark thick hair was combed to the back, and unlike his brother's not a single hair was out of place. His face bore a smug expression, as if his father owned the place. Technically, it is true. His father or rather, the Knight family did own the building. Aaron's office is just a few floors above theirs, located on the eleventh floor of Knight Towers while Arthur's office is on the seventh floor. To encourage collaboration among the different businesses owned by the Knight family, twenty years ago Avery Knight decided to house all of the different Knight business entities in the same building. It was a genius move on his part because Knight Enterprises benefited greatly from the move as internal collaboration increased. Profits had risen substantial
Friday rolled in quickly and without her realising, Victory had completed almost a whole week at A. K. Media. She smiled in satisfaction at her abilities to handle Arthur's tough demands. Her main responsibilities as the CEO's assistant is to ensure that all of Arthur's affairs are in order - basically if he needs anything done, she would be the one to do the groundwork or at least get an update or status report from the different teams in A. K. Media. Arthur prefer lean organisations - thus there are no bureaucracy, everyone is divided into teams and they all report to Arthur. The nature of her work is varied, which means that she gets to do different things everyday. However, this also mean that sometimes she had to get her hands dirty - scouting out potential venues for clients, recommending potential talents who are suitable for A. K. Media's varied events and also keeping tabs on the current month's event schedule. As a media and advertising firm, A. K.
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Arthur tilted his head towards Victory, his pale blue eyes blinking at her obscurely. He barely registered her dizzy state, realising belatedly that he wasn't feeling too good himself. Giving Victory a small nod, heguided her out of the ballroom. His head was buzzing, as if he had too much to drink and his cheeks felt warm. His eyes were glazed, his vision felt like he was seeing two images on top of each other. And when he moved forward, he also discovered his legs to be unsteady, wobbling like a penguin. Did I drink too much champagne? He pondered. Cautiously, he steered her towards the elevators, his left hand resting gently on her lower back. Arriving in front of the elevator, he pressed the buttons on the wall next to the elevator doors. In her befuddled state, Victory could barely hold herself steady. So she closed her eyes, shifted her weight and leaned into Arthur for support. Her head rested gingerly above his shoulder, brown ha
Arthur chuckled at her words. If anyone was ravished last night, it would have been her. She doesn't realise it just yet but there were scarlet kiss marks below her jaw, along her neck, trailing from her shoulder and downwards to where her chest is covered by the duvet. He is absolutely sure that if he were to take a peek, there would be more red marks on other intimate parts of her body. "Considering the state of familiarity that we are in now, why don't you just call me Arthur instead of Mr. Knight." He insisted with a ghost of a smile to her. His pale blue eyes were twinkling with amusement. "Why did you ask that, Victory?" Arthur asked, referring to her earlier question. Victory nibbled nervously on her bottom lip, contemplating what she was about to say. What shocked her is that it took her only a week before jumping into bed with Arthur. One. Bloody. Week. She's known Aaron for eight ye