Loveless Knight (Sins of Knight Mafia Trilogy 3)

“Dinner tonight at Crescent Towers and then we leave for Paris in the morning.” Knight made it seem like a statement instead of an invitation, but I knew he was excited. He had been planning this surprise wedding attack for months.

“All right. But I need to pack. I’ve got to go to my house. It was sweet of your sister to bring me the dress for the wedding, but I can’t ask her or Bella to pack for the honeymoon.”

“We’ll buy all new clothes in Paris.”

I laughed. “That sounds great. But I have a pair of pajamas I want. And my toothbrush.” I eyed him.

“You’re not going to be wearing any pajamas on this honeymoon.”

He snaked his arm around my waist. “I’ve got to go. See you for dinner?”

“Yes.” I smiled at my husband. Our lips met. I lingered in the kiss, savoring how he tasted like wedding cake and champagne.

“I have that warehouse meeting in an hour.”

“Oh. I forgot with you know… our surprise wedding. It slipped my mind this morning.” Knight had made sure I had thought of nothing but him.

He chuckled. “I almost did too. But I don’t want us to miss out on this property.”

“Me either.”

He kissed me quickly. “I’ll see you tonight, Mrs. Corban.”

“Should I call you Mr. Martin?” He gave me a warning stare. I shrugged. “You should think about it.”

He chuckled, not sure whether I was bluffing or not. I watched my husband walk out our offices. I didn’t want to take my eyes off him. He waved from the elevator. It was silly. It made me laugh.

For a moment I wanted to remember how today had gone. The flawlessness of it. The ease of getting Renee, Kimble, and Seraphina here, even with the baby. It seemed so easy and natural. Tomorrow, we’d be in Paris.

I blinked. I tried to make out the man who stepped off the elevator. He didn’t work in our offices. I’d never seen him before. He was young. Striking. His suit looked expensive and as he got closer, I knew his shoes definitely were. He was headed straight for me.

“Are you Kennedy Martin?” he asked, stopping only a few feet from where the wedding cake had been. He had sandy brown hair and green eyes with long lashes.

“Yes. Do I know you?”

“Well, not yet,” he answered.

I tried to rearrange his face. I couldn’t figure out why he seemed familiar. He was young, but I guessed maybe in his mid-twenties. He wasn’t a leftover caterer or vendor from the grand opening.

“Have we had a meeting before, maybe?” I tried to offer a reasonable explanation. I set the tiny bouquet of orchids Knight had bought me on the table. “How can I help you?” I was sure I was going to have to point him in the direction of one of the department heads, probably on one of the lower floors.

He opened his phone and slid the screen to a picture. He held it forward.

“This is a little awkward, but this is my dad.”

I grabbed the phone out of his hand. “No, that’s my dad. Lucien Martin.” I handed it back to him. “Lucien died over four years ago.”

“Which is why I wanted to find you now. I had to be sure.”

I shook my head. I was in bridal haze. Knight lust. He was all over me. Clouding everything I touched or thought about. I didn’t want to be free of it. I didn’t appreciate this guy trying to break me out of my one moment to be a bride and smitten by my sexy husband. This guy needed to leave.

“See, I’m Simon. Lucien Martin’s son. Kennedy, I’m your half-brother, Simon Theroux.”

I gawked at him. “No, I have a half-sister, Simone,” I corrected him.

He shook his head. “Not a sister. A brother. Not Simone. Simon.”

“That’s impossible.” Kimble had given up the search at my request. I hadn’t had any new information in six months.