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

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

“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

“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

“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.