Knox Overstreet Novels & Stories

Honey. From a distance, I could see the bright golden light shining around the gazebo and there was pleasant music drifting in the air creating a peaceful and relaxed ambiance. There were petals of roses lined up the pavement leading to the gazebo. I took in everything in confusion as I walked towards the gazebo where Lorenzo stood with his back facing me. He wore a classic tuxedo. The kind that made him look more like a gentleman with a heart of gold. The kind that completely hid the monster he truly was. The kind that would make one feel safe around him.

“You handled that way too well. I was ready to drag her across that store.” “I wasn’t about to argue over clothes,” I said. Olivia gave me a look. “That was not about clothes and you know it.” Knox stepped ahead of us and turned slightly, walking backward. “Speaking of clothes,” he said, “I know a place.” Olivia raised a brow immediately. “What kind of place?” He smiled. “Not the kind you just walk into.” I slowed slightly. “Meaning?” “Meaning there are no racks, no random browsing,” he said. “You get invited in.”

Nothing. Just us and the rest of everyone inside under an NPD. No kissing, no telling. Knox was already at the door waiting by the time we got there, a bottle of whiskey in his hand coupled with his signature smirk, like he owned the place. He lifted the bottle in a mock toast, eyes glinting under the dim lights. He walked closer, in a black top and leather white joggers. I noticed he had changed his hairstyle to a bold buzz cut but made no comment as we exchanged handshakes.

I asked offering him cup cakes. Knox closed his laptop and sat up straighter. He wore simple black jeans and a snug tee that read this alpha is taken which I actually liked. “Meeting. Crux said we will be having an important meeting.” I nodded and looked at his shirt. “Cool shirt huh.” Knox looked embarrassed but cleared his throat. “You got a mate?” “Yeah,” he said.” There was a silence between us but Knox cut it. I could see his Adam apple bobbling up and down due to his swallows as he watched me.

Knox walked up behind me, his towering frame wrapped in a bespoke black velvet tuxedo that perfectly accentuated his broad shoulders and dominant alpha presence. He reached down, his large, powerful hands sliding smoothly around my waist, pulling my back against his chest. His hot breath brushed against the sensitive skin of my neck, sending a delicious wave of heat down my spine. "Sterling just finalized the regulatory filing," Knox murmured, his deep voice carrying a low vibration of pure possessiveness. "They intend to present the antitrust violation live during the gala's opening toasts, using the media presence to force an immediate federal injunction against your administrative overrid

He walked over to the small sofa and collapsed, loosening his tie like it was a noose. "Shut up, Kolt." "That was impressive," Kade admitted, shifting carefully in the bed. "I've never heard you yell at an investor." "He wasn't an investor," Knox said, closing his eyes. "He was an idiot. And I have zero patience left." "Rough day at the office?" I asked. "Or is Sheila on a rampage?" Knox opened one eye. "The kids are with her parents in the Hamptons. And Sheila... she's driving me insane. She called me six times during a board meeting to ask about the gala seating chart."

Esme POV “It’s a beautiful dress, you didn’t have to get it for me,” I said. Knox chuckled. “I’m not taking you back to the palace in a towel, babe.” I twirled in the purple dress. Knox bought the dress from the store downstairs in the lobby. He had good taste. It had a low waistline and a long skirt. The bodice captivated my breasts perfectly, elevating them and carving them out to appear plump and sexy.

He quirks an eyebrow as he takes a step away from me, releasing me from being trapped between him and the enclosed worktop space. His eyes dart to the floor before rising back up and scanning the bottles of liquids and herbs labelled in the glass cabinets. Without another word he spins, a heavy footstep echoes as his hand reaches out for the door, but before I can think of my actions…I’ve gripped his elbow to stop him. “Knox…” “Kit…It’s Kit Knoxbridge, but I’m known as Knox.” As soon as he stops, a cold exterior washes over him…I shouldn’t have touched him, why have I touched him.

“Both you and Maya got new men and dumped me like yesterday’s trash.” Keisha rolls her eyes. “Girl, please, look who’s talking. You and Nox dress like twins every time I see y’all.” I sigh. “I know.” Grandma Mabel laughs loud. “They do. They really do.” “I don’t know,” I say. “He always wants to look like we’re connected together at the hip or something.” Knox’s mom snorts. “He’s always been like that. Every girlfriend he’s had, he tries to dress alike. Forever wanted to be a twin or something.”

Trying to act normal, but her limbs dragged like they remembered something her mouth wouldn’t say. Knox clocked it from his usual post by the bar—arms crossed, gum snapping between his teeth. He didn’t say anything. Not yet. Just watched her like a hawk watching a rabbit limping through open grass. Later, as she passed near the bar, he stepped into her path. Subtle, but intentional. She halted. Knox leaned in, voice low. “That cover-up ain’t good enough. I can still see it.” Raven stiffened. Her eyes didn’t lift. “It’s none of your business.”