Knight’s door locked automatically. I heard it catch then I ran to it and turned the deadbolt.
Then I stood at the door.
Charity case.
Clothes.
Steaks.
Car.
Car.
“Shit car, babe. Gotta get you something decent.”
He said that, not straight out saying he’d buy me one but hinting at it and he barely f**king knew me.
Nick knew.
The steaks.
The stupid steaks.
Nick knew.
Knight Sebring looked at my shoes, fifteen minutes later walked through my apartment and he got himself a live one.
Nick knew.
Knight hadn’t even f**ked me and he spent thousands of dollars on me.
I should have known in his luxury condo with his Aston Martin and his shit-hot club that Knight Sebring who could have anybody would not chose me unless there was some jacked reason why.
“Wars fought over a face like this.”
Bullshit.
I wondered how many woman he’d said that to.
I closed my eyes tight.
Then I turned, moving stiffly, I reached in and flipped the switch on the light in the study and the windowless room went black. Then, like I’d be graded for the endeavor, I carefully closed the door.
Then I walked slowly down the hall to the bedroom.
Then I got dressed, shoved my PJs in my overnight bag, went to the kitchen, grabbed my purse from the counter and dug out the keys to Knight’s apartment. I dropped them on the counter, pulled on my jacket and grabbed my bag and purse.
Then I got the heck out of there.
* * * * *
The covers were yanked off, my eyes flew open and my first thought was that he busted through the chain.
I knew it was him.
And I knew this because the room was filled with vibrating, searing heat.
“Knight –” I whispered but that was all I got out before I was out of bed, moved, tugged and positioned until I was straddling him as he sat on the side. His arm locked around my hips, his other hand fisted in my hair holding my face an inch from his