Arya inhaled, sharply, her eyes twinkling around until it landed on the handsome man in her presence. His eyes shook darkly at her, and his presence loomed over her. Dark, quiet, shrill. She had better not lie, else, she would face the consequences.She gazed at his dark eyes that probed into her very soul, her body trembling under his gaze.She cleared her throat, not once but twice, so she could show him, she wouldn't lie."We are friends. Honestly." Right. She didn't lie right? just that, she added a little pinch of lie. They were friends, that was the exact words to say.Devon still watched her intently, not seeming to believe her words. They are friends? Did she take him for a fool? Someone who was incapable of believing words?"Arya." His voice turned rather shrill, and she gazed at him, "You are friends?" He asked again."Yes. Yes." She fiddled with her fingers underneath, maybe, just maybe, if she maintained her lie, he would believe her.His hands grabbed the napkin lazily, m
It took a fraction of seconds for the word to pop into Alisha's brain, and when it finally did, she turned, her heels almost snapping into two, her eyes widened with surprise, no not that, pure horror.She pointed her fingers at her, her nails sparked with a colour of blue, trimmed elegantly, she turned back to Devon, her head almost snapping dizzy. "Wife? Did I hear it right?" Her eyes bobbed shut, and she finally fluttered them opened, staring at Arya who remained calm in her seat.Devon had actually gotten married? Who in the heck was this woman who carried no aura of being wealthy, her face was plain, clearly that no makeup was around her face, her dress was simple and arranged. Who in the heck was she?She turned to Devon, gazing with anticipation, maybe, she heard it right. No, no, no, Devon couldn't be married, he just couldn't. Why would he? Devon snapped his eyelids at her, "What? Aren't you happy for me?"Arya adjusted in her seat, feeling rather awkward, the atmosphere tur
In a fit, she descended the stairs, her hands flashing across the railing hurriedly and down into the main living room.She walked over to her husband with a hearty smile, before gently grabbing the suitcase from his hand. "How was work?" She maintained a proper smile.Jasper had a alluring figure, and his blonde hair was well arranged, his daring sparkling suit hung lazily around his body, and his golden like eyes twinkled in the light.His firm hands made way for her waist, and he hugged her lovingly, inhaling her enchanting scent. He always loved her scent of fresh strawberries. "You look pretty today." He said, quite lowly.Alisha struggled to release a snort, and smack his shoulders, but she managed to force out a smile, so much, she thought her jaw would snap open. She gazed up at the alluring figure in front of her and snorted, but changed it to a laugh."Alisha." He groaned, his hands still fixated around her body. "I want you all to myself.""We are married, right?" She cuppe
They all watched in silence as he picked up his phone, and swiped up his message, their jaw was wide open, and their eyes blinked, countless of times.Devon Brookes actually brought his own phone to his meeting? They couldn't believe it, it wasn't what they expected, he still sat there with a raised brow and when he realized it was his phone, he let out an amused chuckle.His eyes hurriedly read the message that Arya sent him, and for some unknown reasons, his lips curled up in a sly gentle smile.They all watched in awe.He gazed at them, his hands still clutching his phone. "What? You wouldn't continue?" He asked, his face gazing at them.They all trembled, their head facing down.Devon sighed, before kicking the chair away, standing up lazily, he folded his hands. "Meeting ended, we will meet same time tomorrow," He walked towards the door, the sly smile still plastered across his face.Daniel blinked, was his dreaming right now? Devon was letting them go, even though they failed t
The duo turned to look at her with raised brows, but hurriedly, she grasped the glass of water and hid her face, still coughing."Is anything wrong, darling Arya?" Her mother asked, with a wicked grin on her face."No, of course not." She chugged down some water, letting the glass drop back the table."Are you jealous that Devon Brookes is married?" Colin turned to her, crossing his arms over his shoulders.She resisted the urge to smack him, still wondering, why in the heck would she be worried? Or perhaps jealous? Devon Brookes was her fake husband, and whether they liked it or not, she was still currently taking responsibility for her kiss. So, why in the hell would she be jealous?Sofia studied her daughter silently, something was off about her, it was unlike her daughter, she breathed in and out, a sigh emitting her lips. "It's alright. How've you been doing honestly?" Arya sighed, she knew her mother would ask, her mother was quick to the truth, sooner or later, her mother woul
Wanda's body seemed to have sank in despair, and she blinked slowly, her lids moving to and fro, "Tell me you are joking?"Arya gazed at her friend, with dazzling eyes, "Why would I be kidding?" She shook her head, "Devon Brookes. Don't you get it?"Wanda bobbed her head to a direction, making sure no one in the restaurant heard the name, quietly, she turned to look at Arya. "You are a Brookes now?""Yes." Calm as she was, her fingers tapped against the table, suddenly wishing there was food available, was it just her, or she couldn't even bring her self to look up to ber in the eye, was it some kind of disgrace? Or she just felt like she had disappointed her best friend, her own mother, and countless of other people,Her palm moved towards her face, and she sulked in the warmth of her palm.Wanda still gazed at her curiously, "Okay."Arya looked up immediately, blinking profusely, that was it? Just an okay? She was right after all, she had disappointed her best friend woefully, now,
Arya shivered internally, before she tried to take a step back, but his firm hands caught her halfway, and he pulled her closer.Her face hit his broad chest, and she heaved a quiet sigh, her hands stuck around his chest, her eyes moistened gently, and she stared up at him, with widened eyes.He stared down at her, his voice growing quiet soft. "Are you okay?"She fluttered her eye lids close, as she made to pull away from him, but his hands only held her more tighter, her face squishing to his warm chest."Talk to me." His hot breath fanned against her skin, and she tried her best not to say something, but his touch was irresistible, she could feel it, his hands moving across her face, before he wiped away a tear from her cheek, his soft thumb massaging her cheek.Don't do that! She could almost say, she gazes up at him, biting her lower lips, it felt so good, yet so wrong. Hurriedly, she grabbed his hands gently, before she swiped it away, a nervous laugh cackling her lips.He didn'
Arya could feel the middle aged woman gazing at her with eyes of fury, it was already quite easy to tell that the middle aged woman didn't like her. Just by the easy crushing of her chin, and the dark rage that danced in between her lobes, and the knuckles sweeping against the table.She just had to be nice, that was the only available option. Gently, she cackled a laugh, a nervous one, that spelled in her mind, she didn't know what she was doing, but she just had to do it. "Hello Madam,"Why is there a Madam? Her heart jumped in despair, couldn't she just have say something like ma'am? Or mother? Barbara gazes at her, simply telling her in the eyes that she didn't like the way she was addressed as "Madam" because, to her. It was a popular word used in the 1980s, and damn, Barbara Brookes wasn't someone from a century ago.She turned to Devon immediately, "She? A Morris?"He leaned on the chair, his eyes shimmering darkly. "I am glad you already did your research." Honestly, he knew w