Revenge On My Behalf

ALANA

I used the toilet, freshened up with the most wonderfully scented masculine products and went back to Knight's office. I hadn't noticed anyone except for Rees on this floor so I wasn't worried about anyone seeing us together and assuming things.

I knocked on the door, smiling shyly. When no response came, I carefully opened the door and peeked inside. Now opening widely, I gasped. Where the heck was he? I hadn't gone for that long! It was only about half an hour. Hey, don't wonder what I was doing for so long. Toilet business is private!

I strode to his desk, finding breakfast with a note next to it. I picked up the stick-on yellow paper and my eyes meandered over the typical male writing. I have some business to take care of. I'll try to be back as soon as possible. Don't leave without eating. That's a command.

First of all, a command?! Huffing in my standard way, I pouted. If I knew he was leaving, I would've ordered something more . . . classy. Still, I sat in his chair, drummed my fingers over his desk and pretended to order my 'employees' all the while enjoying the eggs benedict and some fresh juice.

What had they added in it? It was too good.

I snapped my fingers at the door, imitating Knight when the door flew open. I scrambled up and the teacup tipped over and fell on his desk, covering all the neatly stacked papers brown. Wincing, I gave Knight an apologetic look but froze when I saw the state he was in.

Tea long forgotten; I was in front of him in a heartbeat. "Who did that to your face?"

I was about to reach up and touch the bruises on his eyebrow and cheekbones but he stopped me by lowering my hand by the wrist. Immediately, he withdrew his touch, putting a little distance between us. I loved him so much for just that one gesture. I had been about to touch him out of pure habit but obviously we were older now and unless we got married, there would be no touching.

I wouldn't be marrying him, though. Let me rephrase that. He wouldn't be marrying me.

Back to the point.

"Can you tell me please?" I wasn't far from begging. This was too familiar. Him coming with bruises and me stitching him up, bandaging him. "I'm getting the first-aid kit." I turned to the door to go get it from the bathroom where I'd seen it but he stopped me.

"Leave it," his voice was hoarse and I did not like it one bit. "I'll do it myself later. Have you had breakfast?"

He cared about breakfast right now? "Kn—" I shut my eyes on a wince when his eyebrows almost jumped up. Oh, God, that was close. "Burak—erm—Mr Enes, will you not tell me what happened? You're scaring me."

"You aren't staying in that apartment," He replied casually, going over to his desk and checking out my half-finished plate and then all the stuff I'd ruined.

"I'm not—What?!"

"The management and security there is obviously complete shit."

I released a light chuckle. "Don't tell me you want me to live with you,"

His eyes buggered out as he spun back. "Pardon?"

Oops. Maybe I was wrong? This is not a movie Alana! Get back to your senses. "I was just kidding," I faked laughter and Knight cracked a faux smile of his own, probably for my sake.

"Right," he shook his head. "I'll have someone find someplace nice for you and let you know by the evening."

I nodded my gratitude. "My rent is paid-for, though. And my things. They're still in the apartment."

"They're in my car,"

"Wait . . . what?" Realisation slowly dawned on me. "You fought with that guy, didn't you? He's the reason for these bruises."

He flexed his arms as he rolled up his sleeves, showcasing veiny muscular forearms. "You should've seen him. He won't be able to get out of bed for the next month, at least," Knight smirked at his own thoughts. Oh my. I didn't support violence at all but watching him angry on my behalf was all sorts of endearing.

I tutted, stroking his ego even more. "The poor guy,"

His eyes darkened. "He dared to lay a hand on you. He should've thought long and hard about it. Don't feel bad for a single second for putting him in his place, Alana. He deserved that and more."

My eyelashes fluttered down, then back up. "Thank you. You really didn't have to do that for me but I'm glad that you did."

He considered me for a moment before looking away. It seemed like he had no idea how to respond, so I took pity on the guy and made an excuse to leave for the kitchen.

As happy as I was, this whole situation was weighing down on me. Each moment I dreaded him finding out about who I really was yet at the same time, I wanted him to desperately know.

I was in big trouble.