Semua Bab Loving Mr. Knight: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Kanya's POV The neon sign of the bar flickered, casting a blurred red glow over the sticky table. I pushed my empty glass toward the bartender and held up two fingers. "Kanya, stop. That is enough," Taylor said. She grabbed my wrist, her eyes full of pity. "You have had four of those. You are going to be sick." "I am already sick," I muttered. My tongue felt heavy. "I am sick of the way he looked at her. He didn't even stop, Taylor. He just kept kissing her like I wasn't even in the room." I closed my eyes, and the image burned into my lids. The blonde hair. His hands on her waist. The way he used to hold me. I reached for the fresh glass the bartender set down and downed half of it in one gulp. The burn in my throat was the only thing that felt real. "He is a dog," Taylor said, pulling the glass away from me. "He is not worth the hangover. Let’s go. I’m calling a car." "I need the bathroom," I said, sliding off the stool. My legs felt like they belonged to someone else. I stumb

Kanya's POV At 6 PM, I took a taxi to the house. It looked the same. The rose bushes we planted last spring were starting to bloom. A warm glow spilled from the windows. It looked like a home. I used my key to open the front door. The house smelled familiar. His sandalwood candle, my perfume, all blended into something that used to be ours. I went upstairs to the master bedroom and took a suitcase from the closet. I started grabbing my clothes, tossing them inside without folding them. I moved to the bathroom and grabbed my toothbrush and my skincare bottles. My eyes landed on his razor sitting next to my perfume. For a moment, I froze, a flicker of anger and disbelief twisting in my chest. I swept the perfume into my bag so hard it clinked against the glass, trying to shove the memory of him away with it. Then I heard the front door open. I froze. I thought he was staying late at the office, but the sound of heavy footsteps on the stairs told me otherwise. A moment later, Zane a

Kanya's POV The room erupted into polite applause. The sound felt like a physical weight pressing against my eardrums. I stood perfectly still, my hands clasped tightly in front of me. Zane didn't break eye contact as he pulled away from Sydney’s lips. He looked satisfied. "To celebrate," Zane said, his voice booming over the lobby, "lunch is on me today. There is a full spread being set up in the breakroom. Please, help yourselves." The crowd began to move. I stayed rooted to the spot. The whispers started almost immediately. I didn't need to hear my name to know they were talking about me. "Can you believe it?" one woman from marketing whispered to her friend. "Engaged already. And a baby on the way." "She is so lucky," the other replied. "I guess when you know, you know. It’s funny, though. He was with the other one for three years and never even gave her a ring. I guess he just didn't want to marry her." The words felt like physical blows. Taylor appeared at my side, her fac

Kanya's POV I stared at the key card sitting on the cold marble. Picking it up, I began the slow walk toward the North Wing elevators while my legs felt heavy and unresponsive. I had not eaten since yesterday, and though the rich scent of the hotel restaurant made my stomach twist with hunger, I was simply too exhausted to care about food. I pressed the button for the twentieth floor and leaned my head against the mirrored wall. I looked at my reflection. My eyes were bloodshot. My skin was pale. Zane was right. I looked like a mess. The elevator doors opened. I stepped out and began walking down the long, carpeted hallway. I was looking for room 2004. My vision flickered for a second, a wave of dizziness washing over me. I turned a corner and walked straight into a solid wall of fabric. The impact sent me backward. My heels slipped on the carpet, and I hit the floor hard. My bag flew from my shoulder. I didn’t even realize I hadn’t zipped it properly until everything came spilli

Kanya's POV I woke up at noon. The room was dark, but a sliver of light cut through the heavy curtains. My body felt lighter after the sleep, but my chest felt heavy. I stared at the ceiling and thought about Zane’s expression in the car. The coldness in his eyes had cut deeper than anything he said. The silence of the room was too much. I reached for my phone and called Taylor. "Kanya? Are you okay?" Taylor asked as soon as she picked up. "I just woke up," I said. My voice was raspy. "Oh no. What did he do this time? Did he say something else to hurt you?" I closed my eyes. I didn't want to recount the hallway fall or the meeting or the way Zane had practically handed me over to Enrique. "It doesn't matter. I have the day off. He is taking Sydney to the boutiques." "He gave you a day off in Paris? That's a first." "He doesn't want me around," I said. "Where can I go today? Somewhere beautiful, but without a lot of couples. I don't want to see people holding hands right now."