Yes Mr Knight Book 3 Novels & Stories

A knock drew Knight's attention. "Come in," he said. The door opened briefly and revealed a man he knew well: Mr. Nickson. "Mr. Andrie," he greeted. He gave Knight a meaningful look. "Seat," Knight replied—suddenly feeling excited. Had he found something already? Only two days had passed since he tasked him. Mr. Nickson was truly reliable, he thought. Mr. Nickson sat in the chair in front of him, and Knight leaned back in his chair, resting his index finger on his lips, waiting for him to speak.

“But refusing will only make things worse. And I won’t let them think I’m hiding you.” Emery’s heart stuttered. He was bringing her with him. Into the lion’s den. --- The Knight mansion loomed large and imposing under the evening sky, its chandeliers glowing like a beacon of wealth. Emery’s palms were damp as she walked in at Damian’s side, Ethan left safely at home under a guard’s watch. Mrs. Knight greeted them with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Damian. Emery.” Her gaze lingered on Emery just long enough to make the younger woman feel small.

Ok Father" Cable nodded. "Look at me cable" Mr knight said to cable with a serious voice. "I know you don't want to marry Jenna. she is not the perfect girl for our family, but right now we have no other choice. Please don't misunderstand your father. I know what's going in your head. Trust your friend. They love you more than me and will do anything for your happiness so do i " Mr knight said and walked away from the office. Cable looked at the computer which was the show's the company stocks. He turns around and walks out of the room.

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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.

I said, very calmly and politely. "You can't order me, Miss Williams." The nerve of this chauvinist, son of a billionaire! "I'm not in the mood for your baseless comments. Start explaining, Mr Knight." I gritted my teeth in anger. "What makes you think, my comments are baseless, Miss Williams?" That was more than enough for me to act calmly, "Are you bloody insane? Tell me!" I yelled as he stared at me impassively, as if my screeching never had any effect on him.

I didn’t even sit close to him. I was simply responding to the question his guest was asking me. Emphasis on ‘his’. So why had Mr. Knight sounded so… irritated? Or was it anger I saw in his eyes? I shifted, trying to balance my weight and sighed. Some people were ridiculously weird for no reason, no matter how much money they had. And Mr. Knight was a definite example. And what was that hard copy nonsense? I shook my head trying to hold in my laugh. What was he even going to do with printed files that could have easily been emailed to him?

His knuckles brushed against the swell of my breast, making my breath catch. "I wonder why I was distracted," I said sarcastically. He smirked, refastening the button correctly. "No idea. Maybe you were thinking about my cock stretching that tight pussy of yours." "Mr. Knight!" I hissed, glancing nervously at the door. "Relax, Madison. The door is locked, and the walls are soundproof." He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. "Which is fortunate, considering how loud you scream when you come."

Mr knight asked Brittany. "He said he is on his way " Brittany mumbled in a low voice but her dad and mom heard her loud and clear. "That son of yours will be the end of me , he hasn't come home for three days straight and he didn't even bother to call and tell us where he is " Mr knight said and his wife Mrs Knight rolled her eyes. "He is our son and not only mine " Mrs Knight said and he chuckled before looking at Brittany who was holding her fork and staring at her food instead of eating.

"I'm here to see Finnegan. I have a proposition that will interest her." Another moment passes, then the door finally opens. A Silver Hunter with a thick beard frowns at me. He’s removed his helmet, but his sword remains at his hip, and he’s dressed head to toe in black—the Silver Hunter uniform. "You're that guy who's always playing wizard," he says. Anger boils up my chest. "Where's Finnegan?" He crosses his arms. "She's busy." I push past him and into the school. "Hey!" he shouts at me. "You can't just come in here!"