Knight.

After graduation, I drove to one of the spas, which was quite popular, according to what I'd heard. It was only open to men and only to the wealthiest men in the city. In addition, as soon as they saw my car and the clothes I was wearing, they realized that I was wealthy, which was all they were interested in.

However, something happened that I had not anticipated.

I was able to see my father! Angelo Knight. Yes. On the verge of sobbing like a small child, not like a twenty-seven-year-old man, I could not control my emotions. He didn't age a day, he didn't get wrinkles, he didn't get white hair, he just had a few gray strands on top. His physical characteristics were identical to mine, as was his height. Due to the fact that I observed him in the jacuzzi wearing his swimming suit, his body was perfectly toned. It was as if he had never aged and that life had never punished him for anything he had done wrong.

When the manager of the spa coughed to get my attention, I tried to remain calm. "Sir, we have swimming suits, and if you want to start with the sauna first, please let me know," he said.

I fixed all of my attention and all of my eyes on my father. Inside of me, the hatred is growing stronger. He was having a good time in his life. He was laughing hysterically while talking on the phone. What kind of person could live happily without his family? Without his son? Without knowing what happened to his only child?

All of the questions had been circling around in my head for years, and after meeting him, I couldn't stand the thought of waiting any longer. I was tempted to face him, but then I remembered what I had planned and that I would be spending the evening with Julia.

I made the decision to refrain from taking part. And I told the manager, "Yes, I'll need a swimming suit," which he confirmed.

And then I went into the dressing room to change. I stowed my suit on private shelves and secured it with a padlock before walking over to where Angelo was waiting.

"Can I join you?" I asked with a friendly smile and a polite "yes."

"Sure, it's huge after all; please go ahead," he said with a smile.

In order to keep his chuckling, Angelo put his cellphone aside. I wanted to start a conversation with him by saying, "I bet it's your woman," or something along those lines. I raised and mockingly lowered my brows.

He smiled proudly and nodded, rubbing the inside of his chin, saying, "sort of. She's my wife," he said.

In my defense, I said, "I never thought a man could be happy with his wife, to be completely honest." I hoped to elicit some information from him, but I soon realized that I was only harming myself, not him.

He moved closer to me, poured some wine into a glass and handed it to me, and then said to me, "She's my one and only love. I cheated on her and broke her heart on several occasions. I was on the verge of getting married to another girl whom I had just met. However, I was unable to do so in the end."It's a long story, but at the end of the day, the man can love his wife," he said to me, As if he wanted to convey to me the essence of his life experience in a few short words.

Immediately following, I inquired, "So, you're telling me you're happily married?"

Then he said, "you look familiar," and I trembled in response.

"You reminded me of myself when I was younger," he said at the end of his sentence.

I took a deep breath and poured myself a glass of wine. "I guess all men are the same at a young age," I said, trying to keep my gaze away. And I feigned a strange chuckle to go with it.

"I am knight," I said as I extended my hands to him and introduced myself to him.

"Wow, my name is Angelo Knight!" he exclaimed enthusiastically.

"It's a pleasure to meet you."

Despite the fact that he had a slew of questions for me, I wanted to get the conversation over with as soon as possible, lest it derails my plans. I didn't want to put myself or my intentions out there too soon. So I jumped out of the jacuzzi and exclaimed, "I have to get out of here right now." "However, we should get together again."

"Sure, I'd love to," he stated emphatically. "We are able..."

I had to cut him off because I was in a hurry. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Angelo."

Surely he would ask for my business card, I reasoned. As a result, I had to flee.

I didn't even bother to give him a second glance. I just dashed out the door and into the shower room, where I immediately changed into my clothes.'It's still 5 p.m.,'I said, fidgeting with my wristwatch and fuming.'I'm not sure what I should do until she calls.'I was talking to myself.

I was so bored that I reached for my cellphone to see if she had sent me a further text message, but I couldn't find any. As a result, I made the decision to drive to Julia's house. Or, to put it another way, to Angelo's house. The thought of going back home and changing my suit, or even going shopping for a new one, did not appeal to me at all.

I just wanted to get this over with as soon as possible so that I could see Angelo's happy face turn to tears. I really wanted to break his heart over the girl he had adopted as a daughter. I was hoping to catch a glimpse of the sadness in his eyes. I wanted to tell him how much I despised him and challenge him with the truth about how I felt about him.

And, to my good fortune, I happened to notice Julia walking the streets with a few bags in her hand. I was about to get out of the car and pretend that it was all a coincidence, but I was stopped when I noticed a guy walking after her, shoe by shoe, like he was following her shadow.

As I rubbed my chin, I muttered to myself, scoffing, "so, did Angelo hire a bodyguard to protect his daughter?" And he didn't even care about looking after his own child!

Knight.

On the other hand, Julia's footsteps were becoming faster, and the guy was keeping up with her. "Calm down," I said as I stepped out of my car and crossed the street, blocking Julia's path. She was shivering, so I told her to calm down. I said it in a strong, masculine tone. "Dr. Knight?" she exclaimed as she panted and looked at me. "Can you tell me what you're doing here?"

"Wait for me here," I said as I patted her shoulder. "Hey, you," I said to the guy who was following her, who turned to face me. "Can you tell me who you are?" I let out a yell. And he was startled, and he bolted as fast as he could. I watched him disappear into the crowd, wondering what his intentions were.

I fixed my gaze on Julia. She was struggling to take a breath. "Are you feeling better now?" I inquired as I removed the bags from her grasp. I said in hushed tones. I had no idea what had happened to me, to be completely honest. My heart raced a beat when I saw her scared. I just couldn't ignore it. I felt a sudden urge to protect her, to make sure she was safe.

"I'm here," I told her as I pulled her close to my chest. "Don't be concerned." I could feel her heart beating rapidly against mine, and I knew she was still shaken.

She finally began to breathe normally, and then she stepped back and thanked me in a soft, shy voice.

"Do you happen to know who he is?" My interest was piqued, and I raised an eyebrow. Because, for a split second, I believed he was her bodyguard. But then I realized that wouldn't make sense. Why would a bodyguard run away?

"No, I've never seen him," she stated with a shake of her head. "He appeared out of nowhere and immediately began following me. But…" She took a breath, and I could see the fear still lingering in her eyes.

Then she looked at me and inquired, "But, what are you doing here?" she said, her eyes wide with curiosity. I could see the wheels turning in her head, wondering why I would show up out of the blue.

I scratched the back of my neck, embarrassed by my behavior. I needed to come up with a reasonable response to the question. I landed on her face with a smile on my face. "Honestly?" I asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

"Please," she said with a nod.

I coughed and chuckled hysterically as I proclaimed, "I couldn't stand the thought of waiting for your call. As a result, I went to great lengths to obtain your address from the university. And now, here I am." I tried to sound casual, but I knew I was being anything but.

She was taken aback and blinked. "Is that really the case? So, you've come to see what I'm up to?" She looked at me with a mixture of surprise and amusement.

"Yes," I said as I moved my fingers to her lips. I felt a jolt of electricity as our skin touched.

"mm. b-but... why?" she almost stammered as she lowered her gaze to the floor. "mm. b-but... why?" She looked up at me, her eyes searching for answers.

I swayed my head and tilted her chin to get her to look into my eyes, and she did so with delight. "I've already stated that I like you. In addition, I'd like to take you out on a date tonight. Or should we go ahead and do it now?" I asked, trying to sound suave.

Initially, she tried her best not to look at me, but then she said, "I'm sorry." "Okay, now it's your turn. But, could you please hold off for ten minutes while I finish up? I need to put on some clothes." She looked down at her outfit, and I couldn't help but laugh. She was adorable when she was flustered.

"All right, I'll be in my car over there waiting for you." And I pointed to the other side of the street with my finger.

Then she jumped to her feet and kissed me gently on the cheeks, saying, "Okay," before walking away. Then she dashed back to her home. I watched her go, feeling a strange sense of excitement. I had never felt this way about anyone before.

When she kissed me, I had no idea what was going on in my head. But this was different. It was as if she had kissed my soul instead of my body. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized the impact she had on me.

I waited in my car for her to arrive. I was only thinking about it afterward. I couldn't believe how much I was looking forward to spending time with her.

Until she made her appearance. And, by God, I thought I was seeing an angel. She wore an off-the-shoulder white dress that accentuated her curves. She was absolutely stunning. With each step she took closer to my car, I had a distinct impression that I was witnessing an angel flying. She was breathtaking. She appeared to be so yummy, soft, cool, and collected, and shy, as well as decent!

Inside, I cursed myself, saying,'Decent!'What the fuck is wrong with you, Knight? What are you thinking? Get up and go.'She's your primary target.'I tried to shake off the feeling, but it was no use. I was hooked.

I took a step forward and walked up to her. I kissed her on the cheeks, and she smiled. "You have a lovely appearance. Are you certain you don't have a boyfriend?" I played with her nerves a little bit, trying to get a rise out of her.

"No, I swear," she said as she shook her head.

"All right, let's get going," I said, chuckling at her shy demeanor.

I greeted her by opening the door for her. Then she sat down inside.

I walked to the roadside and started the car. But, to be honest, I cast a lot of sideways glances at her. I was just curious as to how she managed to look so flawless. She was a good student who was also decent to her peers; she also had a good reputation in the community. I never imagined that Angelo Knight, the notorious dirty womanizer, would be able to raise a respectable young lady!

That's why I assumed she was hiding some dark secrets behind her outward appearance. Or, to put it another way, my devilish brain wanted me to believe it.

We didn't say much to each other. She was deafeningly quiet. It was as if she was apprehensive about starting a conversation. As a result, I didn't say anything until we arrived at our destination. It turned out to be a hotel.

Yes, I did reserve a room for the two of us. But, no, that wasn't the plan all along. It was intended to take her to a bar where she could relax and drink something. She gets drunk and tries to seduce me. Then I take her up to the room. It was simple, but it always worked. But now, I wasn't so sure. I was starting to question my motives, and that was a first for me.

Knight.

"So, we've made it," I told her as I pulled up in front of the hotel and unlocked the car door. I didn't have to do much to impress her. After all, she was a wealthy woman.

"Hmm, okay," she said with a hum.

I handed the key to my car to the valet and wrapped my hands around her waist to keep her safe. She was taken aback. "What?" I asked as I looked at her.

She clenched her teeth and twirled the strands of her hair in her fingers. "There isn't anything. It's just that I couldn't get used to being touched, to be honest."

My suspicions were confirmed when I simply wrapped my arms around her waist and walked straight to the bar. I had reserved a nice table in the hotel bar as well as dinner for two, complete with the most expensive champagne bottle I'd ever seen before.

When we arrived, they escorted us to our assigned table. I slid the chair across the floor for her, trying my best to impress her with my manners.

"Thank you very much." I had a good hold on her because she wouldn't even dare to look me in the eyes when we first met.

I smirked as I considered the possibility, and I waited until they finished serving everything. Her eyes popped out of her head, "You've made all of your reservations? I have the impression that I am dreaming. I would have never guessed that you were..." She read hesitantly and came to a halt in the middle of her sentence.

"You never thought I liked you because I never showed any interest in you the whole past year, right?" I said as I gently rubbed her hands together in my palms.

"Exactly," she said as she nodded.

I shook my head, "for the reason that I was unable to do so with my student. However, you have now completed your studies."

She appeared to be overjoyed and impressed. I didn't want to squander any more of my time. After we finished our dinner, I asked the waitress to bring Julia and me a glass of champagne to celebrate.

"cheers," I told her, thrilled and ready.

"I don't drink," she said, but she only hesitantly looked at the glass.

And I was like,'Come on, let's not lie anymore.'The fact that a twenty-one-year-old girl had never touched alcohol didn't convince me, and I'm not sure I'll be able to believe it myself any time soon.

"Please, just one glass for me," I said softly, and she reluctantly accepted my offer of the glass. She blinked her eyes shut and finished her glass in a split second.

"That tastes really strong," she said at the time.

I couldn't help but chuckle. And I drank my share. After a few minutes of talking, I tried to elicit more information about her life, but I was unable to do so because she began to feel dizzy sooner than I had anticipated. When she laughed, she put her hand on her head and said, "I am dizzy. It feels like the ground is rotating underneath my heels."

It also happened to be the perfect time for me.

I got to my feet and assisted her in getting to her feet. She swung her arms. She was unable to stand on her own. I was convinced she was faking it. But, regardless of whether she was acting in order to get closer to me or not, it was the one thing I wished for the most.

"I can't walk in my heels," she said, bending down and taking her heels in her hands. "I can't walk in my heels," she said in a heavy voice.

So, I carried her in bridal style between my strong arms, saying, "Never mind, let me lend a hand to you then," and then I walked out the door. When I winked, she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me on the cheek. She was smiling all the time and glaring at my face immediately, saying, "You appear to be a handsome gentleman."

I made my way out of the bar and into the lobby, where I picked up the keys to the room from the front desk staff member. Her body was wedged between my arms the entire time, even in the elevator, and her eyes were fixed on me as if she had never seen me before, and she was scrutinizing every inch of my face. She was picturing me, which was the perfect word for what she was doing.

Finally, we made it into the room. When I opened the door, I helped her to her feet and out of the way.

She was on the verge of falling, so I assisted her in getting to the bed.

She positioned her body in the center of the bed, and I began to undress. "What are you doing?" she wondered aloud when she looked at me for the first time.

It was as if she had suddenly regained consciousness after her dizziness.

"I'm taking off my clothes to sleep," I stated emphatically as I raised my brow.

She attempted to sit but could not do so, and I did not give her the opportunity to do so. I gently pushed her onto her back and topped her with my arms. I was kissing her in a domineering manner, almost forcing her to open her mouth for my tongue to enter.

She pressed her hand against my chest and attempted to push me away. I moved my foot an inch back. After all, I had no intention of forcing her or raping her.

"what? I was under the impression that you liked me as well." I was irritated, so I said. Because I had the impression that it would be a straightforward mission.

"Yes, but..." she said, blinking.

I waited for her to say something before continuing.

It appeared that she was considering the situation again, and then she said, "I'm not going to do this right now."...

I laughed sarcastically. "What is the reason? Is it that time of the monthly period again?"

I don't believe a gynecologist would be embarrassed to discuss this.

She drew her brows together. "No, it is not the case. I am a...."

When I got to my feet, I started taking my pants off and adjusting my body so that it fit between her legs. She was still dressed in her dress, whereas I was only in my boxers.

Eventually, she confessed, "Because I am a virgin."

What the fuck is going on?