“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
DevinDon’t do it, Devin. That is what I keep telling myself each time I get the impulse to rip off this fucking blindfold and let my eyes ravenously feast on her beautiful body. Just knowing she’s standing before me, not even an arm’s length away, half-naked in only her underwear, is driving me nuts. I have to get these urges under control because if I don’t, I’ll break every one of my own rules and make good on my earlier promise to her. I wanted to kiss her, and I came so close to surrendering to my feral instincts.Those gorgeous plump lips of hers were so close to mine that I could practically taste her mouth, I could feel her kiss, and I wanted nothing more than to glide my tongue between those deliciously pink lips and devour her mouth with a kiss I’ve been cumulating in my head for the past nine years.Mira’s adorable little squeak and her body crashing against mine pulls me from my thoughts. My arm instinctively goes
“What?!” Mira exclaims, taking two steps toward Ayla, who shrugs apologetically and shoots me a beseeching look. “You’ve had a fucking key this whole time Ayla?”“I didn’t tell you because I knew you would force me into uncuffing you, and then Dad would be furious.” Ayla attempts to justify, but Mira shakes her head angrily.“Dad is the least of your worries right now, Ayla! Uncuff us right this second.” Mira demands stormily.Ayla shakes her head remorsefully. “See, this is why I didn’t say anything. You’ve both come so close to getting the handcuffs off. It's just a few more days. Dad said if you don’t play by the rules and find a way out of those cuffs without his blessing, he’ll...”Boy, if Mira were a cartoon character, her head would have imploded right now. She is livid. “He’ll do what?!”“He’ll repeal your shares, demote you and reassign your position as VP to Keira,” I observe the anger drain away from Mira’s face. She’s completely taken aback, and so am I. Keira as VP, no fu
I almost laugh out loud when I compare the nibbling to Mira’s when she’s eating her pastries every morning. Speaking of Mira, she appears at the front door and waves me over. I nod and lift my index finger, informing her that I’ll be a minute. “Devin?”“Yes, sorry, babe, I need to cut the call short. I’m about to head out and see my dad. I’ll give you a call or text you tomorrow, all right? Have fun at your party, and be careful.”“Oh, okay, I will. I love you.” Megan replies, almost disappointed.“Love you too. Talk to you soon, babe.” I hang up the phone, pinching the bridge of my nose. I called to have a conversation with my girlfriend, who I miss dearly, and all I hear her talk about is her work or this party and that contract. When did my life become so mechanical, and why have I not noticed it before now?Mira and I get our cuffs back on, and oddly enough, it feels normal again. Almost as though not having her there beside me throws off my stability, I feel imbalanced. We switch
“Oh sweetheart, look at you. You’ve grown into such a beautiful young woman.” My mother gushes, cupping Mira’s face affectionately. “Hasn’t she, Devin?”I smile and shake my head, wrinkling my nose. “Nah, she still looks like a little gremlin.”Mira flushes and playfully slaps my shoulder with an awkward yet adorable laugh. “Shut up. You’re just jealous you’ll never be as pretty as me.”I laugh out loud, “You’ve got me there.”My mother giggles at our antics and takes a seat beside my dad, watching us banter back and forth. “My goodness, Greyson, it’s almost as if no time has passed. They’re still so…”“Attached.” My father finishes for her, and she nods, taking his hand in hers with a sigh. Mira takes a bite of her second white chocolate and raspberry muffin and moans appreciatively. “Aunt Nora, these muffins are just as I remember. Mm, so good, I’d sell my soul for these muffins without an ounce of remorse.” “Keep eating like that, and you might meet your creator before your time.
MiraHoly shit, is this really happening? We’re about to kiss. My mind kicks into overdrive, and everything rapidly fizzles away, leaving only the two of us. Time stood still, and Devin’s lips inching closer to mine sent my pulse racing. Mira, pull away. What are you doing?! The heavy thrashing of my heart pounding against my ribs drowns out the noise in my head. My eyes close, and I curl my fingers around the bottom of his shirt where they were resting on his hips to stop them from quivering. I feel like I morphed back into my fifteen-year-old self, and I’m about to have my first kiss with him all over again. “We should go.” My eyes flutter open, and I peer up at him when I hear him whisper. Devin’s eyes are closed, his jaw set so tight it’s twitching, but he had yet to pull away, his soft lips almost brushed mine as he spoke. I’m the one to break away from him by taking a giant step back. “Sure, let’s go,” I respond and
"No one asked you." I fully intended to mutter that inwardly to myself, but it just spilt out of my mouth like word vomit rather loudly. Devin looks down at me questioningly. I peer up at him, a little startled. I bite down on my lip and force a smile on my face, all the while fighting the blush I can already feel forming on my cheeks. Whilst Devin jogs away, I'm just vibing away to the upbeat music playing in the gym. Have you ever had one of those moments when you're walking down the street, and your eyes lock with a stranger as you pass by one another and something passes through the both of you? Well, that happens to me when this tall, muscular beefcake with emerald eyes walks by me. Sweet mother of everything hot, who is that? My gaze follows him as he walks through the gym. When he looks back at me and smiles, I almost faint. God himself has answered my prayers. This guy is the perfect distraction I need to take my mind off these conflicting feelings for Devin. I go to walk o
This whole thing has become such a head fuck, but if I don't slam down on the brakes, it's going to get real messy. Two more days, then with a bit of luck, we'll be rid of these cuffs, and we can go back to some form of normalcy and not be in each other’s faces twenty-four-seven. The drive to the place I was taking him was an enjoyable one. It's a forty-minute drive to where we're headed. The roads are rather empty, and Devin didn't seem to be in a rush to get there, so we cruise at seventy mph down the dual carriageway. Music is up, and we belt out the classics we'd listen to growing up. I turn the volume up when 'My heart will go on' by Celine Dion starts to play. Devin groans, shaking his head, "Oh, Tinks, for the love of God don't."I fight off the inclination to laugh out loud at the look on his face when I start singing the lyrics to him. I drove him mad singing this to him after I forced him to watch Titanic with me years ago. Devin's eyes keep darting between the road and me