Knox Overstreet Novels & Stories

EPISODE TWENTY THREE THEME: Pay to ride in my car KNOX MARTINS BEACH HOUSE Knox walked away and she followed him. "I need to get some clothes for some upcoming models at my agency so we would be very busy in the next couple of days." Knox read out his plans for the next few days to her. "Are you listening?" He asked when he noticed her eyes was focused on the salon as they passed by. "Yes boss." She answered sharply.

He’s standing there, all six-foot-something of danger and bad ideas. Knox. He leans back against the door like he owns it. Dressed in head-to-toe black. “Hello, Kitten,” he says.

"Knox is family, Enid. Especially now. He’s handled the estate, the memorial, the legalities... everything I couldn't face alone." "Family?" I blurted out, a weird, sour feeling rising in my throat. "He’s not family. He was Dad’s friend. He’s invading our home. What the fuck is he even doing staying here?" "You shouldn't talk like that about your elders, Cookie." I froze mid-bite. That thick, familiar voice echoed from the doorway. Knox was leaning there, his jacket off now, his black dress shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms that were tanned and corded with muscle.

“Yup. I had to be insane on Kael’s behalf, too. Boy’s too decent.” Immediately, the door creaked open. Kael leaned halfway in, wide-eyed and way too awake for this hour. “Who called?” “Were you eavesdropping, you bitch!” Knox launched a pillow at him. “Of course not. I didn’t hear you two glorify your access to p**n as kids or anything. I came here for something totally different.” “I can't help you,” Knox groaned— again. “When next are we going clubbing?” Kael asked.

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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.”

Knox comes back after I have had my bath, and I was struggling with getting the ropes of my dress well tied to my waist. “Let me help.” He says calmly, walking closer to me. When Knox gets behind me. I feel a strong urge to use my butt to waggle his cock. He is wearing a very good-looking black suit. His outfit makes me love the short black dress I put on because of how perfect we look together as I look directly in the mirror. Knox snatches my waist with the rope before he ties a knot to it. The outfit fit me so perfectly and I didn't even need anyone telling me.

He clears his throat lightly before answering, “That would be Nikolai Shantel.” The name means nothing to me. I frown a little. “Who is that?” Clinton gestures to one of the staff nearby and says, “Call him over.” I watch as the boy is called, my jaw tightening slightly without me meaning to. Something already feels off, like I know I am not going to get the answer I want. A few seconds later, the omega walks over. And immediately, my stomach turns. Even with how controlled he is, that dominant omega presence is still there, and my body reacts before my mind can even process it.

Standing up decisively, Oliver gathered his notes and headed toward the door without waiting for everyone else to disperse. Outside Oliver’s office, Mr. Knox was waiting. He was talking to Harper by her desk. Mr. Knox is wearing a tailored, deep burgundy suit that fits closely to his muscular frame, with a white crip dress shirt and a slim black-tie underneath. His outfit colour matches Harper’s outfit colour, as if they had co-ordinated their outfits for the day. He is leaning against Harpers desk, smiling slightly as his curly strawberry blond hair hangs slightly in his face. “Aye, so yer sayin’ baggy jeans are the new trend, ‘cause we’re leanin’ more toward comfort an’ structured styles t

Idiot. "I never said the groceries were for me." Knox shrugged. Willow's curiosity was piqued, and she peeked into his cart. It was filled with organic baby food and supplies, baby toys, and even a few outfits. She felt her chest tighten. "What's all this?" She asked, trying to keep the accusation out of her voice. Knox looked down at his cart again and he immediately connected the dots. He looked back at her, fighting a smile. "Homeless woman outside, with a baby. It's for them."