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?

Knight.

I was completely taken aback; I fixed my eyes on her for a while, attempting to determine if she was joking or not, but she appeared to be quite serious.

I took a quick breath in an effort to calm my nerves before pulling myself away and covering her body with the sheet. Then I turned my back on her and sat on the edge of the bed while she continued to cry. I rubbed my face, I was lost at that moment, yes, I wanted to get some revenge and ruin the life of my father and his family, but I wasn't ready to be that very bad person and be the girl's first man and take her virginity! Nothing my father did to my mother could ever inspire me to behave in the same way. I wasn't as terrible of a person as people made me out to be, nor was I heartless.

I expelled a long, deep breath, and after that, I stood up on my own two feet. I hung up my clothes, and I didn't say a word to her, nor did I so much as glance back at her. I tried really hard to think of something intelligent to say, but I came up empty. I also hadn't anticipated that happening at all. At that very moment, I was having second thoughts about my plans for getting revenge, and I was even considering whether or not I should just forget about it altogether.

However, I was caught off guard when she confessed that I was her true love despite the fact that I had never taken her virginity.

I turned around and felt her hand on the back of my neck. She asked, "So, you are mad because I didn't tell you?"

I was profoundly moved by her gentle touch and her lilting voice, and it was almost as if her words lulled me into a state of utter submission. I spoke to her in a collected tone, without turning my body to face her, and I said, "I just can't do this. Please ensure that you are dressed appropriately.

But she stood up next to me while wrapping the sheet around her body, and then she looked intently into my eyes and said, "I, I'm really sorry. For the entirety of my life, I have never dated a man or a boy, and I have never had a boyfriend. I'm completely at a loss for words right now. ”

Oh my god, did she really appear to be that pure? Was my desire for vengeance so strong that it prevented me from seeing her in her innocence to that extent? She looked like an angel.

I was completely overcome by her alluring eyes, and I found that I was unable to formulate a single coherent thought. She put her hand on my chest, and at that very moment, I felt as though I had lost the ability to breathe because my heart was beating so quickly in my chest.

I had no idea what was wrong with me!

It was very difficult for me to bring myself back to the present moment, even though I wanted to slap myself in the face.

She expressed her regret in a charming manner, saying, "I am really sorry; I never thought that I would disappoint you to that degree."

But then I narrowed my eyes and asked her in a harsh tone, "If you have never been touched by any man, then why did you come with me? How could you possibly have the audacity to risk giving me your first priceless night so carelessly?"

My accusation struck a nerve with her, causing her to experience humiliation. She took a step backward and stuttered, but I persisted in assaulting her with my words, "Why? An unspoiled young woman giving up her virginity to a man whom she has only recently started dating. That's really out there, isn't it?"

She gulped nervously, started twiddling her fingers, and looked down, and she kept stuttering without being able to form a single word, "I... I..."

And despite my best efforts, I was unable to restrain myself from asking, "Seriously! You wanted me to steal your virginity so that I would have no choice but to marry you, right?"

After I had finished speaking these words to her, she turned her head and looked directly at me, as though she could not believe the callous manner in which I had accused her. After that, I gave a sardonic smile and said, "I am right then! Then you convinced yourself that you could set me up in a trap and make me your husband."

Then, she moved closer to me, and in a fraction of a second, she slapped my face with all of her strength, and she said in an angry but stuttering tone, "How dare you!"

After that, she quickly gathered her clothes and heels into her hands, and ran out of the room while wailing her heart out.

I remained where I was and stood there, bewildered and taken aback by her response. Then I came to the conclusion that I had been much too severe, but I didn't want her to go running out in public half-naked and cause a scene. That being the case, I yelled, "Julia! Julia.”

I tried to stop her, and when that didn't work, I followed her outside; when I got there, she was standing by the elevator and crying very hard, acting as if I had tried to take advantage of her without clothes on or something. She was attempting to dress herself, but while she was holding her clothes, they all somehow managed to escape her grasp. Consequently, I stooped down and took them in my hand, at which point she yelled, "Don't touch my clothes! Get off of my face!"

I couldn't help but stare at her as I asked, "Are you insane or what?! I have no other intention than to help you."

On the other hand, she kept pressing the elevator button as if doing so would hasten the elevator's arrival. I grab hold of her hand and say, "Stop doing that. You need to get back to the room and put on some clothes."

After she pushed my hand away, she yelled at me to keep a safe distance from her. Avoid coming near me at all costs.

I gave her the coldest of looks before giving her the once over with my eyes, then I eyeballed her again before giving her the up-and-down looks. "You are free to act in any manner you see fit. Walk around completely naked in front of everyone."

As I made my way back to the room, she called out my name and made me freeze in my tracks by exclaiming "Knight! I will make you regret it."