DevinYowch. My whole body was aching like a bitch. Like I had just gone twelve rounds in the ring with Mike Tyson, the king of boxing. Or perhaps I got hit by a freight train or some bollocks because it bloody hurt. My heart was drumming in my ears, and each breath I took was like my lungs were about to burst into flames. “Dev?! Hey, can you hear me?”Ah, Mira. My Tinks. Hearing her voice immediately appeases me. But, do you know what doesn’t? The way she’s tapping my cheek to bring me back into consciousness. I peel my eyes open and blink a couple of times until my vision clears and her beautiful face becomes focused. I stare up at her while she gazes down at me, concern radiating in her golden eyes. “Tinks?”“Dev, are you okay?”“I’m sprawled out on the floor. What do you think?” I groan grumpily, and she smiles a little, waving her purse in my face, attempting to cool me down. I can see the mirth dancing away in her eyes,
I want to ask what she's doing, but it feels like my trap is glued shut. I couldn't form two fucking words together nor think straight."Devin, I think we should get you checked." She tells me fretfully and tilts my head back when I give her a quizzical look in return. "I think you may be a little delirious from when you passed out earlier."I roll my eyes when her lips curl into a bright smile. She's taking the piss. "That's cute, Tinks. Real freaking cute." I utter with a smile and shake my head when she steps away and takes her seat beside mine."I know. I'm just so darn adorable." She retorts with a shrug and fires up her laptop.You have no idea. ***After our squabbling session, we settled down and got some work done. Mira's assistant Molly brought us another two cups of coffee—the right ones this time—with some delicious pastries from the bakery down the street from our office. While she was going thr
I push the answer button on my phone and no less than a second later Megan’s pretty face appears on my screen. I force a smile on my face. “Oh, hey baby, I was just about to hang up. What took you so long to answer?”“Hey sweetheart, I was in a meeting, and it only just wrapped up.” I tell her and she smiles brightly, her gorgeous green eyes glittering. “How are you?”Megan pouts her red-tinted lips, “Missing you. I wish you were here.” I smile warmly and nod, fending off the urge to look down at Mira crouched between my legs.“I miss you too. How are things over there?”Megan sighs and takes a sip of her coffee, “Fine, but everything here feels just humdrum and stale without you baby, it’s only been a week and I’m going out of my mind missing you. So how are things in London? How’s your dad? Has he started the treatments yet?”Oh hell. I can feel Mira’s heated gaze on me, and the hair on my neck starts to prickle. This is not how I wanted her to find out about my dad’s cancer.I clea
MiraI’m dreaming. This has got to be a dream or a very disturbing nightmare. Because I cannot be hiding under Devin’s desk listening to his girlfriend sensually tell him what she wants to do to him in this very office, on this same desk I am pathetically crouched under. This can’t be my life. The Vice-fucking-president of the company is hiding under the CEO’s desk like some tacky little mistress. I am literally sweeping the floor with my dignity at this point. I cover my ears with my hands, not even giving a toss that I am tugging Devin closer. I can feel his fingers brushing against my shoulder, and I have the sudden desire to bite it as hard as I can before I scream in frustration. However, the knock at the door rips me from my deliberations, and I stiffen when I hear footsteps and then my father’s voice.“Devin, my boy. Do you have a moment?” Holy crap, on a cracker. How the fuck am I going to get out of this quandary now?
Devin smiles handsomely at me and gives my chin a little squeeze when I remain silent. "Do you forgive me?" He asks softly, his thumb tracing lazy circles over my jaw. A tremor passes through me, and suddenly the anger I felt moments before drains away from me. How on earth does he manage to do that every time? Even when we were kids, and I was furious with him, he always had this way of soothing me. "Yes, I forgive you," I utter and slap his hand away from my face. "And next time, I suggest you think long and hard before you even pluck up the damn nerve to ever ask me to do something that daft because I'll be sure to respectfully tell you where to shove it." Devin laughs, "Ever the feisty little kitten, Tinks." He drawls, pressing his forehead to my temple and whispering in my ear. "I love it." I roll my eyes playfully and try to back away from him, but he throws his arm casually over my shoulder and draws me up against his side. "Oh, and it looks like we're off to Rome together. N
The rest of the afternoon went by pleasantly for Devin and me. We even managed to get a meeting booked with Wickham. We will find a way to convince her. Her book is great, and with the right marketing, it could be a real hit. I'm not much of an avid fantasy reader. I prefer romance novels to goblins and wizards. Still, nonetheless, her book is genius and could be the next Harry Potter. I mean, isn't it every author's dream to be published traditionally by a well-established, highly respected publishing company? I did hear through the grapevine that seven other smaller publishing houses rejected her book. I do wonder what they said to her to make her want to go down the indie route. All we need to do now is charm the pants off of her and prove to her that publishing with Evans and King is the best way to go for the success of her book. We had till Monday morning to prep for the pitch to sway her. That's still, however, four more days of being handcuffed to Devin, which is absolutely i
DevinHave you ever stared at a screen for so long that your eyes go square? The letters and numbers jumble up, and you see weird shapes floating around? Fucking hell, I’m getting old. I’ve been re-reading the same paragraph for the past ten minutes, unable to focus thanks to the dull ache in my head from the migraine I can feel coming. I’ve been so focused on getting these graphs and numbers right for tomorrow’s board meeting that I hadn’t even noticed that Mira had finished working and is sleeping in her chair beside me.She’s so damn stunning.Leaning back against my chair, I watch her sleep. I tell myself it’s only for a minute, but who am I kidding? I could watch her for hours and never get bored. Mira’s always had this aura about her that appeases me. Like right now, I feel a sense of tranquillity wash over me as I observe her.The more time I spend with her, the more conscious I am of how deprived I’ve felt of her vi
“How long did you bet on?” She questions, her fiery gaze on my own, one perfect shaped brow raised which inadvertently stirs up something in my nether region. “A week.” Mira’s eyes bulge and her mouth drops open as she gapes at me with a mixture of disbelief and annoyance.“A week?!” She almost shrieks and takes a step closer to me, her finger pointing in my face. “I swear to God Devin King, if you are deliberately screwing with me so we stay cuffed together just so you can win this stupid bet, I will hang you on the wall of your office like the damn Mona Lisa by those precious balls of yours.”I wince inwardly at her threat. I know she’s kidding, sort of, but that still makes my gonads want to jump back up into my body. “Now, honey, I know you have a soft spot for my boys. There’s a time and place for that kind of talk, and while I love it when you get all rough and dirty, we’re with company. I’m sure our friends don’t want to hear about our freaky foreplay.” I tease her with a grin