"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

DevinI have this urgent need to plough my fist through something or scream out all of this pent up frustration until my lungs combust. Twice in one day, I almost kissed Mira. This afternoon, I, by some miracle, managed to pluck up the strength to stop myself, but I was going for it with no intention to stop this time. I fucked off every possible consequence, threw caution to the wind and was willing to risk it all for just a taste of her. We may not have kissed, but the moment my lips barely made contact with hers, I felt this juddering deep within me. The tight squeeze of my gut like someone had an iron lasso around me and was squeezing tight till I could no longer breathe. I’m not a cheat. This isn’t me, but Mira is doing something to me. She’s making me feel some type of way I’ve not felt in years. I have no control, especially where she’s concerned. I want her, and fuck, I want her bad. I can’t fight this need I have for

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

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

“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