Chapter 1

Chapter 1: The First Blow

Elena’s P.O.V:

The sun streaming in through the huge windows woke me up in the morning and the first thing I felt were arms around my waist.

A smile formed on my face as I remembered last night. I’d been wandering the club alone, saying a few hello’s to people I knew. My friends, who I’d come here with, had disappeared into the dark with either stranger’s they had randomly picked up at the bar or with their boyfriends/girlfriends. I’d been left at the bar because I didn’t have a boyfriend and I’d refused to hook up with anyone…that is until Knight Blaze.

Black haired and blue eyed, he’d stood out amongst the crowd even in a grey sweater and worn out blue jeans. Strong jaw, high cheek bones, eyes that saw right through you and a body to die for; he had been the centerpiece of the club frequented by celebrities. There was this aura of power around him that made me think that he might be someone you wouldn’t want to mess with. And yet he’d been nothing but polite all throughout the night.

It had been around ten when I’d met him. He’d offered to buy me a drink but I’d had to refuse. I’d only had two virgin mojitos by then and one shot of vodka, but I’m a light weight and I’d rather not go down that path as I’d seen many people in my profession fall from grace. As a model, we are constantly under stress and many of us give in to alcohol and drugs to take the edge off and get them through the stress of keeping in shape. But people tend to get addicted too soon and it causes them to lose their careers. So I’d politely declined Blaze’s offer.

But instead of giving up and moving on to someone willing, and there had been plenty of them, he’d stayed with me and we’d talked and talked and talked. We’d even gone out of the club and had dinner in a small restaurant. He hadn’t exactly been dressed for a club outing where everyone was in full bling but that hadn’t diminished his charm one bit. Even in the restaurant, he had stood out with his personality alone. And the best part had been, he actually listened to everything I had told him. Which is why he had declined the restaurants special of seafood pasta and ordered a Cesar salad instead.

And then the clock had struck twelve and everyone in the restaurant had cheered and couples had stolen sweet kisses.  And then I’d turned to face Blaze, my eyes locking with his searing blue ones and I hadn’t realized when our heads had leaned in, our lips touching midway. The sparks had been blinding and then there had been no looking back.

Sighing, I looked over my shoulder at Blaze, the position uncomfortable since he was holding me so close. His eyes were closed, long black lashes casting soft shadows on his cheeks, breathing even and his soft black hair fell to his forehead, nearly covering his eyes. My movement must have disturbed him because his brows wrinkled and he turned over in his sleep, removing his hands from my waist. I was a little disappointed by it but I took the opportunity to get up from bed and started padding around my apartment, looking for my clothes.

It’s strange how I’d told Blaze so much about myself yet I hardly knew anything about him. I think I’ve heard his name before, but I could be mistaken. All I could remember was him telling me that he was a business man, which made a lot of sense since he was at the club last night.

Pulling my hair up in a loose bun, I located my bra and panties as well as my leggings and put them on before I went to my closet and pulled out a loose t-shirt. Throwing them on, I was on my way out of the bedroom and towards the kitchen when I noticed something on the small table I kept next to the door that wasn’t there before. I leaned in closer to get a good look and was barely able to suppress a gasp.

There, on the flower vase, amid a bunch of fresh pink roses that I had placed there yesterday morning, was a tiny spy cam which was only recognizable by the tiny red light that was impossible to notice from afar. And right next to the vase was Blaze’s wallet and watch. I remember him putting these here last night before he had taken off his clothes and joined me in bed. I had no idea he’d set up a spy cam while he was doing those and on top of that, the cam was directly in line with the bed.

“Found that, did you?”

Startled, I turned around to find Blaze standing a few feet away from me, already dressed in jeans and his sweater was in his hand. I hadn’t even heard him get up! He pulled on his sweater as I stared at him dumbfounded and a bit scared. Sweater donned, he simply gave me a smirk and reached out to gather his wallet, watch and the spy camera from the table and tucked them away safely.

“W-what’s the meaning of t-this?” I asked, trying to keep my voice strong while my knees shook.

Who was he? What have I done? Why had I thought that bringing a stranger to my house was a safe option? Whatever I’d felt for him the previous night had all gone out the window. Instead, I was starting to panic inside although I tried to keep a brave front.

“You see,” he said with that same cunning smirk, his handsome featured turning rigid and cold. “My real name is Knight Tyson. Knight Blaze Tyson and I am the owner of Tyson Group of Industries.”

My eyes widened as I realized just who he was. Tyson Inc. was one of the world’s leading brands in the textile industries and he’d funded several fashion shows, including the one I’d participated in last month…and it was also where I’d seen him having sex backstage with Ava Cox, a married supermodel and the mother of two kids. That scandal had been leaked out into the newspapers along with a picture of them in a compromising positing and it had appeared on the front page of several big newspapers.

“Wait, you think I leaked that photo?” I asked, everything finally clicking in place. That’s why I had this feeling that I’d seen him before! That I knew him.

“You were the only one who saw us Elena,” he sneered. “I never forget faces, not one so common. That’s why I needed something in return from you.”

My knees gave away from under me and I crumbled to the floor. Last night, when we’d shared such passion, where he’d made me feel special and loved, it had all been a lie. This was all his plan so he could have something to use against me, to blackmail me with. And he had never once let me in on his motives, never asked me if I was truly the one who had leaked those photos!

It’s true that I had caught them having sex, but I’d never told a soul about it! And I hadn’t even had my phone on me so how could I have had taken pictures. In fact I’d run the other way as soon as I understood what had been going on.

There was so much I wanted to say, so much I wanted to do. I wanted to yell and scream at him for humiliating me like this, for filming a private moment that I’d cherished so much! But I couldn’t say a single thing as I sat on the floor, shivering like a fallen leaf in shame and humiliation, my voice stuck inside my throat.

“Don’t look so panicked. I’m not like you that I’d run to the paparazzi with this tape right now.” He spat at me. “I’m keeping this safe with me, but if you try to interfere with my life one more time, I won’t hold back.”

With that he opened the bedroom door and walked away from me, not even bothering to listen to me and I heard the front door open and shut a few minutes later. I couldn’t hold it in anymore, I broke down crying on the floor, everything finally catching up to me.

Knight Tyson will find out the truth someday, because the truth always revealed itself no matter what. But when he does realize his mistake, I will have no forgiveness in my heart to offer him.