Yes Mr Knight 2 Novels & Stories

he carried on to speak the rest of the statement, knowing very well that Keisha was no longer on the other end of the line. With a shake of his head, he put his glasses back on and pushed his chair under the desk. He cracked his fingers once and set to work. The keyboard complained under his expertly fingers. His gaze never wavered off the screen as he clicked all the buttons until finally he hit send and the email addressed to Draco was successfully sent. Sure enough, their next mission was sent alongside a congratulatory email alerting him of their successful payments. "Thompson King?" He read the name written in bold out loud in question.

, he beamed as I glared at him for once, twisting the knob of the vanity. "Do you know who bid for me?", I raised my eyebrows as he passed a confused reaction to me. "Abraham Harris", I added and slammed the door on his face, getting inside the vanity. "What?????", he cried out. I heard him while putting on my clothes. It took me a few minutes to change and I come out. He was still there, keeping his mouth open. "You heard right", I grumbled. "Now do you think I should celebrate?" I slammed the door again to walk out of the campus.

I had no fucking clue who Matthew Bryant was or what he looked like but I knew he was one of the youngest and richest CEOs in the country and the founder of BM holdings. Just like everyone else, I was eager to see him. I don't know what I was expecting, but when a fine-looking sexy gentleman stood up, I swoon. Every woman in the hall did. He was in a pair of black slim-fit pants and a white button-up shirt. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone and he had his sleeves rolled up to the elbow. A rugged quiff that made him appear extra hot and a grin to wrap it up. The kind of a grin that a man pulls when he knows that every woman in the room can't stop swooning over his masculine beauty.

Somebody whom I should be able to trust with my life and yet respect? A maid now came out practically at once, sliding rocket-like over the hall. She curtly bowed, then spoke. Your Highness, the knight is called and is waiting on you. I breathed deeply and got myself straight as Rowan leaned his head. The seconds passed, and with each stroke of the clock they seemed immeasurably long. Then, the door opened.

' please note that next time it wouldn't be good morning for you if this is repeated' 'Yes Mrs. Kimberly', I replied as meekly as I could get. I stumbled past her trying to forget the dragon scaring me out of my job. Ugh this is so not my morning, I found out belatedly. Not only I got a warning from dragon but also Mr. Knight crossed with me. Mr. Knight is in his 40's and is of gentle nature normally. Apparently today is my lucky day 'Ms. Anderson', he called me. 'Yes, Mr. Knight?'

A message was sent from an unknown number. "Congratulations, Mrs Knight on your marriage to my twin, welcome home trophy wife!" My breath stopped. I glanced at the message again and again, and it sent goosebumps down my spine. Twin? I dashed to my laptop, pulling up whatever I could find. David Knight is a billionaire, CEO, and private individual. However, the stories and old photos from his high school days featured two images of him. I looked up at the second image and scouting further I realized that it wasn’t David but his replica “Drego Knight.”

My makeup is subtle, with my hair pinned into a bun. I push the door open nervously and stop when I see Mr. Knight sitting on the couch, engrossed in his phone. He looks up at the sound of my heels and smiles. “Hey, you're back.” I notice that he doesn't stand up. I shut the door behind me gently and walked up to him. “I didn't know you were dropping by,” I say, looking around, but there's no sign of Dominic. “Where's Dominic?” He smiles. “He left with Chris a few minutes ago.”

Knights at the two hefty men behind, then back at him. "Why— why am I here?" His onyx eyes bore into mine, and a cold shiver streams down my spine. He might have noticed because a slow smirk tugs at the ends of his lips, deepening the wrinkles on his face. "That's a very wise question," Mr. Knights replies. "The thing is, I need your help on something that is proving difficult for me to handle." Lines of confusion streak across my temple. "Me? My help?" He nods. "Is that why you abducted me?"

Two sentences, light and casual. But they wrapped around me like invisible threads. A sweet, harmless smile bloomed on my face. "Whatever you say, Mr. Knight." My voice was soft, sugary. "I’ll keep them soft and ready. Waiting for your orders." He didn’t look at me again. He leaned back into the leather seat, the distance between us restored. "Get out." Two words. Sharp. Final. "Yes, Mr. Knight." I pushed the door open, slipped out smoothly, and shut it with a clean click.

I nodded to myself feeling satisfied with my appearance then I headed for Knight's room with the cookie. _____ I stood before Knight's door with my lips tucked in as I tried to calm my nerves before landing a knock. I counted to three and then took the bold step of knocking. My heart raced faster after I did that but no answer came, I landed another knock and took a step back waiting for him to answer and after few seconds the door open slowly to reveal a half naked Knight; bulging chest and biceps fully in display, he was a big guy, even bigger without clothes now that I could see most of his muscles. He wore a black pant that made no single effort to hide his cock size. It made my mouth wa