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
MiraWhy do men insist on saying one thing and doing another? What is that? Do they like, get pulled aside in school and get taught tactics on how to successfully screw up and confuse the shit out of us females? I get it, Dev and me; we have a history, so certain things do come naturally to us, it's mostly out of habit, but as a man who is supposedly so in love with his girl, he’s awfully touchy and flirty and don’t even get me started with the way he stares into my eyes.Am I reading too much into his actions here? What even are we? Are we friends again? Or are we just two people who were once friends but now are only associates? This is what he does to my head. I was getting on with my life just fine before he showed up. One measly week in, and my emotions are running amuck, and I don’t know whether I’m coming or going. I’m allowing myself to get drawn into how things used to be with us, and I don’t like it.I spend the better half of the night tossing and turning, the neurotic voic
He’s gone. Devin left, and he didn’t even say goodbye. I sink on the curb in front of the house as every broken piece of my heart falls deeper into a giant hole in my gut.“Mimi.” I lift my tear-filled gaze and see Ayla standing in front of me.“Ayla, he’s gone. Dev’s…gone.” I whimper, and she nods and sits beside me, wrapping her arms around me as I weep. “He didn’t even say goodbye.” I sob into her chest.“I’m sure he has his reasons for not saying goodbye, Mimi.”“What reason?” I cry, sitting upright and wiping away the tears streaming down my face, “Our eleven-year friendship wasn’t substantial enough to surpass his reasons to not say goodbye to me…to ME Ayla!”“Mimi—”“No!” I sob, shaking my head hastily, “I clearly meant nothing to him if I didn’t even deserve a goodbye. Especially after we…”Ayla brushes my hair away from my face when my head drops, “After you what, Mira?” When I don’t respond, she lifts my head and her eyes search mine. “You slept with him.” I choke on a sob
“Put me down, and I’ll let go,” I repeat, but he ignores me and keeps walking until we are in my en-suite. What the hell is he doing? I yelp when he pokes my sides, knowing full well I’m ticklish; therefore, I’d be forced to let go of my hold of his ear. Devin lowers me back down to my feet. I glower at him, and he does the same while he rubs his earlobe, his dark brows knitted tightly. A wave of guilt rushes through me at the realisation that I may have hurt him by biting too hard.My fingers itch to reach up and check to see if his ear is bleeding, but when he pulls his fingers back and looks at them, I don’t see any blood and release a breath of relief. Devin takes a large step toward me, dark eyes on mine. He lifts his free arm over my head and grips the door before he pushes it to shut and backs me up against it, all in one motion. I crane my neck to look up at him, my heart beating furiously in my ears. I’ve not seen Devin this intense before, so I don’t know what to do with my