How in the fuck was someone supposed to be taken care of? Devon had never done this in all his life before, they did it for him, and by them, he only referred to one person.As soon as they reached the house, he carried her all the way upstairs, and made her stay put in the bed (she wanted to fly out)Then, he brewed some soup, just the way his mother used to do it. Sizzling seaming soup, then, he rushed upstairs, and found a nearby chair pulling it towards the bed."Open your mouth." He ordered, suddenly feeling the surge of control, the morning, she did that, it's my turn now!She squeezed her face into a frown, that frown he did not like. "I really don't like stressing you this way, shouldn't you be at the office?""I canceled my schedule." He dug the spoon into the soup, before blowing the seam away. "Now, open your mouth."She grunted. "I would rather jump off the cliff than drink that,""Arya." He said calmly, before fiddling with the spoon, "You don't have to drink it okay.""T
The next day, Devon attended the fucking interview, he wasn't even supposed to be there, but he was. Helping his wife attend the interview.Of course, she had no idea because the way she talked about the job, he thought she was really really invested in it. Also, he learnt that she got fired in one of her former jobs, so, if he could get her this job, she would be excited, and that was enough.The moment his feet brushed the rug of Axel's fashion line, at least, that's what the sign read, he tucked his phone, dialing a number."Oh my goodness!" The voice boomed into his ears, so much he wanted to take that back, "Devon Brookes finally called him in like forever, what's up, cos?""Don't call me that." His jaw ticked."Oh." The snap of fingers was heard from the other hand, before the voice laughed again, "Whatever. What's up, Devon?""I am okay." He began walking towards the sign that read 'Interview line' who cares?"I might need your help." He took a deep breath, talking to his cousi
That night, Arya couldn't sleep, she kept rolling on her bed, glancing at the wall countless times. Her phone chimed countless times, she switched it off. She was already dealing with an injured leg, she couldn't deal with friends either.That didn't make her a bad person, because she would just call them back, Devon, he was never here with her. He wasn't even at home.She grasped the clutches beside her and made to walk outside the room, letting out a gentle sound so the butler wouldn't hear her. Gently, she tiptoed over to a room. It was dark in there so she had to switch on the lights."Oh. My. God." She breathed in, letting her crutches lead the way, the room was basically empty with a few paintings and some mugs, she moved closer, crouching her brows.It was the same picture she saw in his room the other day, Except this time. The woman was sitting down elegantly on a black sofa, her hands stretched out to two little boys, their hair was literally the same cut, the both had a fro
Arya scowled at the curtains, surprisingly mornings were not her thing, especially when she was stuck with injured legs and crutches."Arya." Her elder sister, Samantha joined her staring at the curtains with her. "Are you taking your meds?""Hell no." She stood there, watching how the curtains flickered against the wind.Samantha closed the notebook in her hand and sighed wearily. "I am only here to make sure you are okay, unfortunately, I have better things to do at 9:00am." Arya scoffed at her little sister.Sam wore a grumpy smile, before ruffing her younger sister's hair, "So childish.""Hey!" Arya stretched her hand forward, letting out a ruffle of laughter. "Don't do that."Mantha released her hand, placing it back where they belong, "My little sister is already growing up, look at her already married to Devon Brookes."Arya turned to face her sister, a gloomy expression on her face. "I am sorry." She whispered."For what?" Her sister leaned in, folding her arms, and pushing he
Two weeks came and passed in a blur- not exactly a blur, for Arya, it was the worst time of her life. She was bouncing between video calling her friend, Wanda, gosh, she wished she was there. She called Axel, that guy almost shot her off the roof with his 'Jesus, you are dating Devon Brookes?'She introduced Axel to Wanda all in a video call, oh bless those people who invented those stuffs. And finally, two weeks were gone, but today, she couldn't say any less that it would be fun because she was attending a wedding party.She hated weddings, oh she loved it for the couple, at least, they already fell in love and sealed their bonds, she hated weddings because of the stares, and thank goodness, her mother wasn't here, if not. She would be explaining how she knew Devon Brookes, that she wasn't the least bit ready to explain.However, Devon took her as his date, she couldn't be happier. She even set Wanda and Axel as a date for this wedding, just by remembering their scowling faces when
Clara dragged Anna to the wedding, even though she knew her friend doesn't like weddings, she thought it was good that Kelvin wasn't tagging along, so she took Anna as her date.Today, she knew that she would see Axel, and maybe then she would be able to strike a good conversation, so she wore her best lipstick, the one that was pink, it dazzled in her lips perfectly, also, she wore the best gown her sister, Cara had picked for her. Having a Denver sister who was good with fashion paid out in its own way.Her sisters, Claire and Cara had encouraged her, well, not encouraged since their words were quite dirty."Ugh. Clara. I would rather be at home than being here." Anna huffed a breath, stomping her feet with her high heel, that she just had to wear."It's going to be okay." Clara's eyes darted around, they both stood at the far end of the party, she could hear the soothing music, why in the hell was her brain acting so feverish? She agreed with Anna. She didn't like people, she never
When Arya was young, she wanted to be countless things, she wanted to be a writer, then, she switched it to a superhero, then she wanted to skydive for a living, even though her elder sister had called her dumb for that. Yeah, she would never forget about that.And, then her mother told her she could be anything she wanted to be: So, she decided that she would be a fashion designer, because whenever she drew designs, it brought a certain kind of flutter to her heart, a good one actually.Getting fired in Clara's clothing plaza made her lose her zeal, she forgot about everything that mattered, she didn't even tell her own mother about the job, then, she got a job in Axel's line, and she was going to be like a manger. Someone who held high hopes in the company.She would do what she loves best, drawing designs, helping out with the sewing, and the best part of it. People were going to wear her own designs, just by thinking about all those made her heart giddy."You are going to do well.
The day had been fun for Arya, for one, Axel showed her around, and everyone was just as sweet as he was, except some were a little tiny bit grumpy. She liked grumpy peeps anyways, so she just let it slide.Imagine, when Axel was introducing her to the crew."Hi. This is Arya, she will be this department's fashion manager."And, one had snickered, obviously the blonde and said. "Fuck you, Arya."Because her mother said words were words, Arya responded."Fuck you too."Axel praised her that whole day. Later one, seeing Devon Brookes had kinda added a whirl to her happiness, she didn't know why, but something bubbled in, that feeling was warm. Nothing like whenever she saw Kelvin, but still, she loved that feeling.And when he said ring shopping, she thought he was kidding, but he wasn't. He literally took her to the best ring shop in all of New York, alongside Daphne.Whatsapp group chat: Best friends chat.*Emma changed the name to single best friends.*Arya: Okay, who in the hell cha