Yes Mr Knight Book 2 Novels & Stories

They are written not in ink, but in the pauses between breaths, in the unspoken language of souls intertwined. My heart raced as I stole a glance at Sydney, captivated by the way her eyes sparkled in the soft afternoon light. The gentle sway of her hair, caught in the breeze, framed her face like a halo. The world around us seemed to blur, leaving only her in sharp focus. The distant hum of conversation and rustling leaves were mere whispers in the background, overshadowed by her ethereal presence.Just as I was lost in her gaze, a subtle vibration pulsed through my pocket, snapping me back to reality. Startled, I fumbled for my phone, my fingers momentarily betraying my racing pulse. The scr

But once there, the raw beauty surrounding that area was really felt worth it. "Mr. Knight used to like this place when he was a kid. My dad used to bring him here often. But after madam passed away and Mr. Knight Sr. was paralyzed, Mr. Knight completely became a different person. Cold, distant and unapproachable. But my dad respects Mr. Knight so much. And so does my brother. I am too scared to even stand infront of him though" Susan shared. She is lively and a chatterbox while Iris is calm and sweet.

so nervous to meet him personally, the man was the definition of perfection and here I, a low key girl, but taking deep breaths and calming my mind I put my hands on my thighs. "Mr knight, is here. You have 10 minutes only" the man informed me. "Thank you" I gave him a sweet smile and he left, closing the door Suddenly the Door opened and my eyes fell on him. A man in his mid 50s came inside, with an elegant personality. Looking at his dominant and dark nature, I knew the man was none other than the great Senior Mr Knight. He had a dangerous aura around him. A man like him can bring a person begging on his knees.

I am seated in the most secluded part of the café. I continued reading some of my notes. “Do you know Mr. King’s daughter is the fiancée of Mr. Alexander Knight?” Another woman strikes a conversation with her friend, a little bit from where I was but I heard my father’s name that’s why my ears instantly hooked in their conversation. I couldn’t hear her words after saying my father’s name because the barista was calling someone’s name for their coffee. “Really?” Her exaggerated reaction made some people threw a glance at their table. It was so fucked up because after that, they started whispering at each other. I couldn’t hear it anymore!

“You can think whatever you want of me, but they're just poems, don't think you're special, Mr Knight.” “When you act like that?” He paused, taking a step forward. “It makes me go crazy. The way you talk like you're the only one in the world. You know, that book could put you in trouble?” My wandering eyes looked up to meet him, wondering where he was going with this. Was that some kind of threat? “Only if you kiss and tell, Mr Knight.” I took a deep breath, annoyed with myself for taking it lightly with him, maybe it's because I can't help but feel nervous around it and it didn't help that whenever I looked at him, that dream was all I could think about.

Eight months of waiting for him to be proud of me, to want to show me off, to see me as something more than ordinary. I push open the door. The room goes quiet. Heads turn. I clock Ryan immediately, standing near the bar with a drink in his hand, his face going pale. Next to him, a man in a charcoal suit. Tall. Dark hair. Sharp features carved from granite. His eyes meet mine. Knight. I don’t look away from Ryan. “Hi.” My voice comes out steady. “Sorry to interrupt.” “Zara.” Ryan sets his glass down too quickly. It clatters. “What are you doing here?”

Kyhe showing up at Nearce home looking for her, what could possibly go wrong! “Yes, I'm upset and I will stay that way... Mr. Knight it is not of your concerns, do not show up at my house or else I will call the police. I'm nothing more than your Secretary continue to treat me as such, your Secretary is sleepy. Have a good night.”

Closing my eyes for a mere second, I swallow hard and then start to breathe again when his hand leaves my back. As I sit there silently, I hear whispers around me and then glance over at Mr. Knight. He doesn’t seem to notice that everyone is whispering things about him that I wish I could hear but can’t. Instead, he smiles and licks his lips before saying, “Sugar, you look so beautiful tonight. If you wouldn’t have been so hungry tonight, I would have dined on you all night long.” His voice thick with seduction, trails off as he plants the seed of desire in my head.

He looked up and saw me sitting at my desk. He stopped moving. His face went pale, then a deep, angry red. He walked straight toward me. His heavy boots clicked against the marble floor. "My office," he said. His voice was a low growl. "Now." I stood up and reached for my tablet and the white envelope in my bag. “I have the updates for the Paris trip ready, Mr. Knight.” I followed him into his office. He slammed the door so hard the glass vibrated. He turned on me, his eyes blazing.

His thumb brushes under my eye, wiping away a tear I hadn’t felt fall. “Whatever they planned,” he continues, “they underestimated one thing.” “What?” His lips curve into a dangerous, beautiful smile. “You came back with a conscience. I stayed with a war chest.” A knock interrupts us. Hard. Urgent. Before either of us can respond, the door opens—and his head of security steps in, face pale. “Mr. Knight,” he says, voice tight. “They’ve taken someone.” My blood runs cold. “Who?” Alexander demands.