Mira closes the cover to the piano and stands up, smoothing out her dress. I take a step to stand in front of her, “You still play and sing as beautifully as I remember, Tinks.” Mira’s cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink at my compliment. She tucks a loose strand of her hair behind her ear and smiles gratefully. “Thank you. It means a lot to hear that.” “I know you’ve always struggled with stage fright and performing in front of others, but you should be sitting behind a piano and doing what you love. You don’t belong behind a desk in an office all day, sweetheart.” I tell her earnestly and take her hand in mine. “You deserve to be up on a stage with thousands singing along with you to one of the many songs I know you’ve written and stashed someplace.” “Devin, please stop. I have no interest in pursuing a singing career.” Mira opposes, pulling her hand from my hold and brushing her hair away from her face where the breeze causes it to fall in front of her face.“What are you afraid
MiraDevin turns to look at me, and we exchange glances when we hear a voice coming from his apartment.Devin walks out of the elevator first to see who it was, and I hear him sigh, “Levi? What the hell are you doing here? How did you get into my penthouse?” Devin questions his older brother, who strolls over to us clad in only a pair of ripped black jeans and black military-style boots. His shoulder-length brown hair tied into a knot on top of his head. Levi King is the polar opposite of his little brother.While they resemble one another, Levi is just as tall as Devin, standing at six-foot-two, lean and muscular. Dark, soulfully deep brown eyes lined with long, dark curly lashes that would make most girls green with envy. Light brown hair that he keeps shaved at the sides and tied up most of the time in a man bun. Levi is through and through the bad boy next door. Rides a motorbike, need I say more? His laidback persona
I rub my wrist while he removes the handcuff from Devin. I allow my eyes to roam over the taut muscles in his back and the tattoo down the length of his spine. ‘Body like the mountain, heart like the ocean, mind like the sky’. Since he left London and moved to Singapore, Levi found his spiritual side. It surprised me to see the change in him when we ran into each other last year in Thailand. I didn’t know he was living there at the time. I went out there for a two-week holiday with Wyatt and Lexi.“I’m going to call Megan. Tinks, you can take one of the guest bedrooms. Make yourself at home. If you need anything, give me a shout. My bedroom is at the end of that corridor. Levi, I assume you’ve already settled in?” Devin offers, and Levi and I both nod in response. He utters a good night, his gaze lingering on me for a touch too long before he turns and walks off.I watch Devin disappear toward his bedroom. My throat suddenly goes all dry when Levi turns his attention to me. My palms a
Devin“You’re going to what?”“I have a week free, so I’m coming to London to see you, baby.” Megan beams down the phone, and I stare at her, stunned.First, Levi shows up unannounced, and now Megan is coming over. I should be excited to see my girlfriend, so why am I dreading it?I force a smile on my face and nod, “That’s great Meg, I can’t wait to see you. You do know Levi is staying with me. He arrived early from Australia.”Megan rests her chin in her hand and smiles, “I know, he told me when I called earlier. It’s okay, you know Levi, he’ll be out and about doing his own thing. I doubt he’ll be in our way.”I smile and shake my head when she crinkles her nose at me adorably. “I miss you.”“I miss you too. I can’t wait to get there and crawl into your arms and have you do dirty, dirty things to me.” I grin and lean back against my pillow, stretching out on top of my bed. It’s almost three in the morning in London and the afternoon in Singapore.“Oh really, why don’t you tell me w
The next morning came sooner than I had hoped. I woke up to the sound of my stomach rumbling when the smell of something sweet mixed with coffee hit my nostrils. I peel my eyes open and look around my bedroom. The sun is beaming through my floor to ceiling window, temporarily blinding me. With a groan, I roll onto my back with a huff. I sit up and rub the sleep from my eyes. Is that music I hear? I decide to get up and investigate after I pull on a pair of shorts. I follow the smell toward the kitchen. Levi seems to have the same idea because I see him walking over in the opposite direction, tying his hair up. We both stop when we see Mira in the kitchen, standing at the stove cooking. Not only is she cooking, but she’s dancing and singing along to an upbeat number.Levi smiles and gestures with his head toward Mira. I nod and follow him into the kitchen. We lean against the island, keenly observing her. My eyes skim down her sexy legs. She’s in an oversized grey t-shirt that’s two si
“Do you want to come with me?” She offers with a warm smile, and I nod. Of course, I’m going, as if I’ll leave her alone with my dickhead, womanising big brother.I change into a pair of denim shorts and a white Ralph Lauren polo shirt. When we walk over to the elevator, I see the wariness on Mira’s face, and I lean over and whisper in her ear. “Are you okay?” She turns her gaze up to me, and I can see as clear as day that she’s not okay. She is still nervous and scared. “You’ve got this.”She offers me a small smile and nods. The doors slide open and she sucks in a deep breath, Levi and I walk in, and I nod encouragingly at her. Mira hesitates, but takes a step into the elevator and walks in. I push the button, and she turns to face the door; her shoulders are rising and falling quickly as the doors slide shut. When the elevator moves, I slide my fingers into hers, she looks down at my fingers intertwined with hers. Mira’s fingers close around mine, and I squeeze her hand. Levi is sc
Mira I felt crippled. When that guy forcefully pulled me back and squeezed my arm with his vice-like grip, all I saw was Scott, and my legs had turned to jelly. I thought for sure my knees would cave. After what I suffered from Scott, any time I’m around physical violence, it takes me right back to that mental state I’ve been fighting to get out of for the past two years. The crippling fear and anxiety leave me temporarily incapacitated. The old me, before Scott, would have fended off arseholes like him with no problem. I would have scratched his eyes out, but now, I seize up, and all I want to do is run away and hide in a corner somewhere. I’m eternally thankful to Levi and Devin for jumping in and protecting me, but I still hate the idea of needing protection. I don’t want to feel weak and helpless. I don’t want to be anyone's damsel. I wonder if I’ll ever get over it and go back to my old self again. I wonder if I’ll ever trust a man enough to let him into my life long enough to
DevinI sit on my bed after Mira walked out and stare at our handcuffs clutched between my fingers. I was an arsehole to her when all she was trying to do was help me, and now I feel like shit over it. I was angry. Hell, I’m still mad. I don’t know what right I have to be annoyed with her when she’s done nothing wrong, but I fucking am. I resent the fact that my brother can touch her whenever he wants. I resent that he got to hold her and comfort her when it should have been me. Mira’s mine. She’s always been mine. She’s my Tinks. I know it’s stupid, and if she decides to pull me up on my shit and ask what I’m fuming about, I wouldn’t have a leg to stand on. I wouldn’t have anything to say.Because what fucking right do I have? I’m not her keeper. I’m just her old best friend. I don’t even qualify to be her best friend anymore, either. Wyatt has replaced me. I’m the ‘could have been’, the first kiss, the first to taste her, th