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I watch as he tenses his jaw, frowning slightly before running a red line through the black ink. He circles the question number to indicate that it’s been approved.
There are a lot of red lines on the pages. I smirk to myself, grabbing a water bottle and pretending it’s a microphone.
“So Knox Carter, do you prefer blondes or brunettes? Do you have something against redheads? Or do you like bolder colors?”
I raise an eyebrow at him, drawing his attention with my voice and pushing the bottle to his lips, waiting for an answer.
He looks amused, a smile playing on his lips. He takes my arm and pulls me close to his body, whispering, “Neither, no, and no. I only like you, baby doll.”
With a beaming smile, he unbuckles my seat belt at a traffic light and slides me across the seat, letting me rest against his side.
He wraps his arms around me, resting his chin on my head, and continues reading the questions, clicking my seat belt back into place. We stay like this for the rest of the ride to his place.
When we finally arrive, I see a mass of people outside his building. He instructs the driver to go into the underground parking. The flashes from the paparazzi’s cameras go off simultaneously, creating one big flash.
I’m thankful he decides to shield me from them. We exit the car underground, but I can see the flashes up ahead in a small gap in the car park.
Knox does his best to shield me from them, opening the door for me to enter. Once we reach the elevator, he swipes a card and the doors close.
“They finally fixed it,” he mumbles about the elevator. Knox, his agent, PR assistant, his agent’s personal assistant, and I are all standing, waiting until we reach his floor.
The elevator dings to indicate someone else is getting on from what looks like the reception area. A young woman struts in with so much confidence I can’t help but stare.
She’s wearing a short beige skirt that clings to her like a second skin, a loosely tucked-in red top, and nude stilettos. Her hair is poker straight with caramel highlights running through her brown strands. She’s glued to her phone, weaving around people until she looks up and spots Knox.
“Knox? I knew that was your cologne,” she flirts, sauntering over to him and gently squeezing his bicep.
They always go for the arms. I mean, he does have nice arms.
“Tara,” he says, looking at the closing elevator doors. It’s quiet at first, but I glance at the reflection in the doors to see her whispering something to him, making me snap my head around to look at her.
He’s not really paying attention to her, just being polite.
“Why didn’t you call me? We should do it again sometime? Maybe we could go out to dinner?” Her eyes lock onto mine as I glance towards the double stainless steel doors that seem to hold me captive.
She appears as if she’s just stepped out of a high-end fashion magazine, while I’m clad in black skinny jeans, a thin strappy yellow top, and my white Vans. I’m clutching my khaki green bomber jacket that
I’d shed in the car.
“Sorry, I’m not interested,” his tone is sharp and unexpected.
My eyes widen at his icy dismissal of her, despite her practically draping herself all over him.
She might as well sprawl out on the floor and spread her legs for him. It’s always like this when I’m out with him someone invariably makes a move.
A girl in his league, and I feel like a vagrant in comparison. Someone who is stunning and fully aware of it.
“That’s not what you said the first time… I know you miss me… miss what we had, Knox,” her voice drops to a seductive purr.
I feel him step away from her and closer to me.
He positions himself slightly behind me and states flatly, “That was a mistake, I’ve moved on. So should you.” He doesn’t even bother to look at her, I can see him staring back at me through the reflection in the doors.
I offer him a small smile, which he returns before I drop my gaze to my feet.
“You miss me, I know you do. She can’t give you what I have. Lauren doesn’t even like you!” She bellows at him, causing others in the steel cage to wince.
She’s belittling Lauren, does she think he’s back with Lauren? Is he? Is he dating both of us? Well, you haven’t gone out on the date yet, Alex, and it’s only one date.
“I really don’t. I’m not with Lauren. I’ve never been with anyone,” those words hit me hard. I’ve never been with anyone.
He’s a playboy, always has been. He knows it. I know it. Everyone in this country knows it. And every girl in this country wants to be the one he falls for.
The one.
“You were with me… Come on, Knox-“
“Stop. I was never with you. I like someone else,” his hand rests on my back, gently nudging me out of the doors as he follows his entourage towards a red double door down the hallway.
I can hear the click-clack of her heels on the tiles as she rushes to catch up with us. He releases a sigh, opening the door for people to walk inside.
His hand is still on me, and I want to stay with him, but I also want him to do this alone. He holds the door open for me, but I stop when I hear her voice once more.
“Who? You don’t like girls, you fuck them and dump them, Knox. It’s what you do! You’re a player, and you always will be. You’ll never find someone better than me, never!!” Her voice echoes through the hallway.
“I have found someone better than you, Tara. She’s the girl I’ve wanted all along,” he guides me in and closes the door behind us, leaving her standing alone in the hallway.
I offer him a shy smile, feeling his gaze on me as he studies my reaction. I rub my arms, discomforted by her words, and let my eyes wander around the room.
We’ve entered an open-plan condo-style apartment with the kitchen to the left. In front of me, down three steps, is the living room with a black U-shaped sofa.
Behind this, up the steps again to the left, is a dining table and a large window. I turn to look at him and then back to the window. Walking towards it, I’m met with the most breathtaking view of the city.
I feel like a kid in a candy store. This is just incredible. I’ve never been to his place, I’ve always avoided coming over when he asked.
“Wow…” is all I manage to say. I’m in awe of this view. Looking down, I see the slow-moving cars lit up and yellow cabs driving behind the towering skyscrapers of Manhattan.
I could stare out this window all day and night and never be bored.
“You like it?” He asks, standing behind me with his chest resting against my back.
I see we’re alone in this open room as I turn to face him, my eyes darting between him and the view that I can’t seem to look away from.
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