Devon couldn't think on the way home, his mind flashed across his parents, then Arya's words, like she meant every word she had said.He never believed words anyways, it brought him nothing but pain, the day he believed someone's words, everything crashed down for him. He thought it was normal, but then, they left him, to deal with his complicated life as it was.He wanted to cry that day- but he was Devon Brookes, so he just pushed the tears back to where they belonged, and that seemed to work pretty well.But now, hearing her soothing voice, she wanted to be family. Did he even know what family was? He had one then, but now, it was just a word that meant nothing to him.Pronto. Simple.He bursted the door of his bedroom open, before plunging towards the bed, he kicked his shoes away, his father's words replaying into his brain.His father was going to force him to go to Paris as an honeymoon, well, fuck that, because he wasn't going anywhere.Talking of his father, his phone chimed
Devon loved two things about his office: first, the gigantic view that accompanied his window, stretching far from the other side, also, the peace of comfort it brought whenever he was in his office.Today was another busy day, not for him actually, all he was going to do today was check some emails, sign some deals, and.. go home. Because, now he had someone waiting for him."Sir?" The wind breezed someone into his office, Deanne, his assistant, trudged in carefully, "Shall I get you something to eat?"He stared up from his laptop, completely dazed- at himself, because he already ate breakfast, normally, his assistant got him something from the restaurant nearby, but today.. He didn't need any food."It's okay." He added. "I already ate."He caught the surprise in her face, but it faded away in seconds, "Alright." She looked round the office, before bowing, suddenly escaping the room.His eyes moved back to the laptop, working magic on the keyboards. He had a rule whenever he was at
Arya enjoyed her morning with friends, but not when her friends made her life a living hell, oh, she absolutely hated that part.For some reasons, it just didn't click.Emma giggled underneath the table, before laughing. "Arya. Tell us everything!""I would rather not." She shrugged, Emma, her friend had one thing, she could make people say the truth just by looking at her with those witchy cute eyes."Tell me!" Yeah, those eyes that were now peering into her soul, probing her to say something.It was another thing for Arya to accompany her friends to the mall, another thing for them to stop in one of the stalls and have pizza and coke.Emily, Arya's friend, toddled with her phone, giggling like an idiot.Arya's eyes widened. "Emily, what are you doing?""Playing with your husband." Emily laughed again, before whispering on the phone. "Oh. Hubby.""Dani!" Arya flared, one thing she knew, her friend hated whenever they used her second name on her, perfectly, Danika was her first name, b
How in the fuck was someone supposed to be taken care of? Devon had never done this in all his life before, they did it for him, and by them, he only referred to one person.As soon as they reached the house, he carried her all the way upstairs, and made her stay put in the bed (she wanted to fly out)Then, he brewed some soup, just the way his mother used to do it. Sizzling seaming soup, then, he rushed upstairs, and found a nearby chair pulling it towards the bed."Open your mouth." He ordered, suddenly feeling the surge of control, the morning, she did that, it's my turn now!She squeezed her face into a frown, that frown he did not like. "I really don't like stressing you this way, shouldn't you be at the office?""I canceled my schedule." He dug the spoon into the soup, before blowing the seam away. "Now, open your mouth."She grunted. "I would rather jump off the cliff than drink that,""Arya." He said calmly, before fiddling with the spoon, "You don't have to drink it okay.""T
The next day, Devon attended the fucking interview, he wasn't even supposed to be there, but he was. Helping his wife attend the interview.Of course, she had no idea because the way she talked about the job, he thought she was really really invested in it. Also, he learnt that she got fired in one of her former jobs, so, if he could get her this job, she would be excited, and that was enough.The moment his feet brushed the rug of Axel's fashion line, at least, that's what the sign read, he tucked his phone, dialing a number."Oh my goodness!" The voice boomed into his ears, so much he wanted to take that back, "Devon Brookes finally called him in like forever, what's up, cos?""Don't call me that." His jaw ticked."Oh." The snap of fingers was heard from the other hand, before the voice laughed again, "Whatever. What's up, Devon?""I am okay." He began walking towards the sign that read 'Interview line' who cares?"I might need your help." He took a deep breath, talking to his cousi
That night, Arya couldn't sleep, she kept rolling on her bed, glancing at the wall countless times. Her phone chimed countless times, she switched it off. She was already dealing with an injured leg, she couldn't deal with friends either.That didn't make her a bad person, because she would just call them back, Devon, he was never here with her. He wasn't even at home.She grasped the clutches beside her and made to walk outside the room, letting out a gentle sound so the butler wouldn't hear her. Gently, she tiptoed over to a room. It was dark in there so she had to switch on the lights."Oh. My. God." She breathed in, letting her crutches lead the way, the room was basically empty with a few paintings and some mugs, she moved closer, crouching her brows.It was the same picture she saw in his room the other day, Except this time. The woman was sitting down elegantly on a black sofa, her hands stretched out to two little boys, their hair was literally the same cut, the both had a fro
Arya scowled at the curtains, surprisingly mornings were not her thing, especially when she was stuck with injured legs and crutches."Arya." Her elder sister, Samantha joined her staring at the curtains with her. "Are you taking your meds?""Hell no." She stood there, watching how the curtains flickered against the wind.Samantha closed the notebook in her hand and sighed wearily. "I am only here to make sure you are okay, unfortunately, I have better things to do at 9:00am." Arya scoffed at her little sister.Sam wore a grumpy smile, before ruffing her younger sister's hair, "So childish.""Hey!" Arya stretched her hand forward, letting out a ruffle of laughter. "Don't do that."Mantha released her hand, placing it back where they belong, "My little sister is already growing up, look at her already married to Devon Brookes."Arya turned to face her sister, a gloomy expression on her face. "I am sorry." She whispered."For what?" Her sister leaned in, folding her arms, and pushing he
Two weeks came and passed in a blur- not exactly a blur, for Arya, it was the worst time of her life. She was bouncing between video calling her friend, Wanda, gosh, she wished she was there. She called Axel, that guy almost shot her off the roof with his 'Jesus, you are dating Devon Brookes?'She introduced Axel to Wanda all in a video call, oh bless those people who invented those stuffs. And finally, two weeks were gone, but today, she couldn't say any less that it would be fun because she was attending a wedding party.She hated weddings, oh she loved it for the couple, at least, they already fell in love and sealed their bonds, she hated weddings because of the stares, and thank goodness, her mother wasn't here, if not. She would be explaining how she knew Devon Brookes, that she wasn't the least bit ready to explain.However, Devon took her as his date, she couldn't be happier. She even set Wanda and Axel as a date for this wedding, just by remembering their scowling faces when