"Let's have lunch first," Arthur replied, looking at her expectantly.
"You've told me before that you get angry when you're hungry. I wouldn't want you to bite my head off," he teased her as his smile grew wider.
To Victory's surprise, there was a warm smile spreading on his face, making him look younger than his 28 years and dangerously attractive. She had noticed before that his dimples would appear cheekily whenever his lips curved into a wide smile.
Today, his dimples made one of their rare appearances and boldly winked at her.
His posture was more relaxed and warm. Even his eyes appeared a bright blue color and there was an indescribable look of contentment shining from them. Somehow, from where she was seated, Arthur looked happy and contented.
Mr. Grouch Arthur Knight, look happy? Well this is definitely a first, Victory told herself.
Unable to stop herself, Victory felt the familiar tug of a smile spreading its way across
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Arthur held the door open as the interior decorator waltz into his apartment, carrying her cherry red handbag in one hand and a medium-sized tablet in her other hand. As they both entered the living room, he introduced her to Victory, explaining that he plans to renovate the guest room to fit Victory's taste. The interior decorator is a gorgeous red-head, blessed with an equally voluptuous figure. Victory saw that she oozed sex appeal without even needing to try. A half-moon pair of glasses rested on the bridge of her nose, giving her the air of a sexy schoolteacher, one that would cause boys to purposely get into trouble, just so that they would see her again in detention. Despite her appearance, her face carried a cool and professional demeanour. Victory couldn't help but notice that a large diamond engagement ring adorned her finger, glittering in the light as she waved her hand. Aww, she's engaged to be married, Victory tells herself with
The renovation works went smoothly and Victory had chosen to have the movers to help her with packing and carrying her stuff to Arthur's apartment. Surprisingly, her parents were easily convinced by her choice to move out of the family home. She reasoned with them that she needed to move to a place that is closer to the office, given her erratic work schedule and numerous media events. Both her parents were surprisingly understanding at her request. They understood how committed she is about her work and have seen her coming home at odd hours, thus agreeing that it would be best indeed if she stayed nearer to both the city centre and Knight Towers. She promised that she will be back during the weekends for the usual family dinner, if she's not having dinner with the Knights that is. And besides, it's not that they are staying that far away from city, her parents' home are in the suburbs, only about 30 minutes drive if traffic is clear, from Knight Tow
It has been more than four months since Victory and Aaron had returned from their trip in Europe. Having adjusted to their busy work schedules, both rarely had any time to spend with each other. While Victory spent most of her time in New York, Aaron was always away, traveling from one city to another, meeting clients and acquiring new contracts for Knight Enterprises. Avery had created a new post that was specially tailored for Aaron when he joined the family business. He is a part of the business development division, heading the marketing department. During the past month, Aaron has been traveling back-to-back and working hard to strengthen the company's relationship with existing clients while slowly gaining a few new ones. In a way, Victory was secretly relieved that Aaron is always away. She knew that if Aaron was there to witness her spewing out her stomach's contents at the smallest whiff of food during the first trimester, he would de
At that very moment, Aaron's cellphone suddenly rang. Saved by the bell, Victory told herself. Victory breathed out a small sigh of relief as Aaron stood up and pointed to his still ringing phone. "Sorry, I've got to take this. I'm renovating my new apartment and I'm going to be meeting the designer tomorrow." He said apologetically as he walked away from the dining table, placing the cellphone next to his right ear. Victory pretended to continue eating, her anxious heart fervently hoping that no one else would ask her any more questions about the pregnancy. Ugh, this is hard, she huffed mentally. She moved her gaze to the wooden grandfather's clock in the dining room, and counted the minutes until dinner would be over. Time seems to slow down when you're falling into an agonizing and painful death, she forlornly thought to her self. Ten minutes later, Aaron stormed into the dining room. His black shoes were practically thumpin
"How are you feeling?" Arthur asked gently as the dark grey BMW silently sped into the city. He pulled Victory's slender hands into his and gave them a light squeeze, giving her his assurance that things will get better. She tore her gaze away from both their hands which were entwined on Arthur's lap and looked up to observe the damage that Aaron had imposed on his face. His gentle tone was in contradiction to how dreadful his face looks. His left cheek was already swollen in an angry shade of red. Combined with his busted lips and messy hair, within the dark confines of the car, he appeared more sinister and yet still manage to look dangerously attractive. Unconsciously, she pulled up one of her hands away from Arthur's hold and palmed it on his swollen cheek. Her thumb caressed his skin in slow gentle strokes. Arthur hissed as her hand touched the raw and swollen area of his cheek. "Does it hurt?" She asked gently, her emeral
Arthur pulled her into his arms and embraced her while she cried.It dawned on him that he seems to be hugging her quite often now, almost daily in fact. Now that we're destined to a shotgun wedding, might as well get used to touching her, he thought wryly. Besides, as a lecherous thought entered his head, he definitely wouldn't mind doing more than holding hands, preferably somewhere along the lines of what had happened at the Plaza Hotel. In the past, he never had been a hugger. Hell, he still refuses to be one. But Victory appeared so fragile and lost that it compelled him to reassure her that things will be alright. This innocent, former nun wannabe is crying and the least that he could do is offer a shoulder for her to cry on. As the proverb goes, there will be sunshine after the rain. In his case, it's a bloody thunderstorm. They've experienced two storms back to back now, in the form of Typhoon Aaron and HurricaneEdward. 
Saturday rolled in quickly and before she knew it, Victory was already packing her bags and getting ready to leave the apartment. Arthur had suggested that it would be better for them to check in at the hotel for the weekend, thus eliminating the need to drive back to the apartment after the party. In fact, Arthur had booked rooms for all their family members at the Plaza Hotel's executive floor.Well, technically Victory had to do all the bookings since she is still Arthur's personal assistant. She insisted to Arthur that things should not change, despite the fact that she is going to be Mrs. Victory Knight in less than a month's time. In fact, she refused to think of the upcoming nuptials at all, leaving all the planning to both her mother and future mother-in-law. It terrified her to know that very soon she'll be sharing a life with Arthur. Once her bags were ready, Arthur had picked them up and handed them over to Gerald, who placed the
Victory's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. She wondered if she dared to say yes, her head buzzing from what had just transpired between them. Her body was screaming with desire and her nerves endings felt like they were was on fire, begging for him to continue ravishing her. Her face flushed as brazened images flashed behind her eyes. Delicious tingles teased her skin where Arthur had touched her.Her heart thumped wildly and her emerald green eyes were glittering with longing and abandonment. At this moment, Arthur realised that she lusted for him as badly as he did for her. Before Victory could answer his question, a knock sounded at the door. Not moving from his position, his hands holding a protective grip over Victory's upper body, he raised the sound of his voice, gruffly asking, "Who is it?" "Hair and makeup," a loud and clear female voice replied from behind the door. Giving out a frustra