“If I succeed, you sing for me.” My smile falters, and I bite my lip. The last time I sang to anyone was a while ago. He’s not going to affect me, so I nod in agreement. Devin smiles, biting down on his bottom lip while he watches me. “Your terms.” “If you fail, you stop fighting me on this handcuff thing, and you play nice, so we can get it off asap.” “You got a deal.” We stare at one another, and Devin replays the song and leans in close to me. My heart jumps up to my throat when he reaches up and grasps my chin between his thumb and forefinger. Oh God, what have I gotten myself into? Devin licks his lips, his eyes rake over my face before they flicker up to my eyes again, “Let me lick you up and down till you say stop.” Devin sings, his eyes staring into mine. “Let me play with your body, baby…” He lowers his eyes to my lips while he drags his thumb lightly along my bottom lip. “Make you real hot.” I resist the urge to close my eyes when his lips ghost over mine as he sings. “Let
What am I supposed to say to him? He should know why I’m angry with him. He can’t be that senseless surely—unless that night didn’t mean as much to him as it did to me? Oh fuck, I can’t let myself deliberate this anymore. I’ve spent years going through every scenario in my head to make sense of why he would leave without saying a word, and each one hurt me deeper than the last. Did I want to ask him? Yes, of course I did. I was burning to ask him, but my pride won’t let me. I’ve been through hell over the last two years because of my ex and only just got myself back together again. Just thinking about that arsehole stirs something in me, so I shove that back in the box deep in my mind where it belongs. “You keep bringing it up, expecting a different answer, but there is nothing to talk about, Devin. Unless you have something that you would like to say?” I question, looking up at him expectantly, and his eyes rake over my face silently before he sighs and shakes his head. “I didn’t thi
Devin"Devin!""What?!""Stop pulling my bloody arm!” I glance over at Mira when she jabs her elbow into my ribs. We stood side by side. She’s attempting to chop a tomato and then stops to look at my roughly chopped green pepper sitting on the wooden chopping board in front of me. "I kind of need both hands to do this.""And I don't? What am I supposed to use to chop the rest of this pepper? My—"Mira turns her big golden orbs to look up at me swiftly. "Don't you dare finish that sentence. I swear, King, I will gut you." She growls at me adorably, her cheeks flushing. I bite back the urge to laugh and look at the knife she was pointing at me. I've been annoying her all day, and I can't lie—loving every damn minute of it. I do enjoy watching her get all flustered and angry, just like the good old days.I've noticed that Mira's been on edge since we shared that little moment between us earlier back in the car, and I truthfully can't blame her. It affected me too, more than I would have l
My mouth goes so dry that I can hear myself swallow at the mere thought of taking her.Ten fucking years and I still want her as desperately as I did back then. I can't even tell you how many days and nights I've spent, dick in hand fantasising about all the things I would do to her if she were in bed beside me or on my desk at work.Oh bollocks. I curse myself when I feel my cock grow in my trousers, accompanied by an excruciating ache that pulses through me, causing every hair on my body to stand on end. I can't even whack off to relieve myself. It's already been a good few days since I've had any release. I knew I should have done it this morning while lying in bed, wide awake and throbbing. But no, I didn't. I chose to have a cold shower instead. I need to lose this boner before she notices. I lift my gaze to the ceiling and think about anything that comes to mind that would kill this painful erection I’m sporting as soon as fucking possible.'Come on, Dev, you’re a grown arse m
So it's been a while. That means she's single. I shouldn't care, it's none of my business, but I do. I care a fucking a lot, and I can't sit here and deny that I wasn't pleased with the fact that she was single—not that I can actually do anything about it."You know what I'm wondering?" Wyatt pipes up, resting his elbows on the table, his long fingers laced together while looks from Mira to me, his eyes full of delight. "Now you're both bound together for God only knows how long, you're clearly going to have to share a bed." Wyatt sniggers. "Will you shower together? And more importantly, how does your girlfriend feel about all of this?" Mira and I look at one another. I scratch my forehead, suddenly incapable of forming any words. My mind goes completely blank. "We certainly will not be showering together. I can promise you that." Mira states steadfastly. "Besides, we just have to get through tonight, and tomorrow we'll play nice and get these off. Right?" Mira adds, looking at me
Mira I just want to scream. As long and loud as my lungs would allow. What is this boy trying to do to me? He’s right, though. I couldn’t lie to him. He always saw straight through whatever bullcrap I was trying to feed him and called me out on it—much like he is right now.Bastard.I can tell you for certain one thing that hasn’t changed about Devin King—his bullheadedness. We’ve both always been headstrong, well, him more than me, and over the years, we clashed over it. However, when Devin gets his claws into something, you better believe he will not let it go until he gets the answer he’s looking for.And there it is. That determination simmering in his eyes while we’re stood intently staring at one another. My stomach flips when he looks at me like that, and I lose all train of thought.Cut it out Mira, he just said he’s got a girlfriend. When I heard him say that he’s in a relationship, it cut me deeper than I ever imagined. I only pray that I managed to play it off like I didn
Sweet Lord. Devin is standing in my bedroom in his boxers, looking hella fine. Stop staring, Mira!“I’m not about to sleep in the clothes I’ll be forced into wearing again tomorrow, Tinks. It’s going to be hard enough trying to sleep comfortably in this dress shirt.” He informs me, and I do my best to not gawk at his almost naked body and focus on staring over his shoulder. I need to appear as though I’m unfazed by how mouth-wateringly gorgeous he looks right now—actually, always—but now he’s almost naked, and I can already feel my cheeks filling with blood. It’s been an exceptionally long time since any man has had this effect on me. Since I’ve felt this sexually enticed by anyone. I’m talking dry mouth, vaginal heartbeat kind of turned on, and I have to share a bed with this Adonis all night. I wonder if he still thinks about our night together.Fucking hell, Mira, keep it together. Of course, he bloody doesn’t. He left you, remember? He left you behind without a word after he had
Devin“God Dev, yes.”“Fuck, Mira. Say you want to be mine, baby.” I whisper gruffly, brushing my lips teasingly along her jaw, inching closer to those heavenly plump lips of her I’ve been dying to taste again.“I want to be yours.” Mira moans, her slender fingers close around my own when I lace them together.I smile staring into those mesmerising eyes. “I’ve only ever been yours.” I murmur before brushing my lips over hers. Mira parts her lips for me when I run my tongue sluggishly along her bottom lip. Our tongues meet and my heart rate soars, beating widly in my chest.There it is. That delectable taste, that spine-tingling sensation I’ve been searching and longing for but could never quite find. Just kissing her, listening to her breathy moans was enough to drive me insane with need.“Mimi, its—oh my word!”I jump awake at the abrupt yet rude interruption and so does Mira. I peel my eyes open and blink a couple times till I
Two months later. Thursday afternoon, a livid Mira storms into Devin’s office. “Devin King!” Devin frowns and looks up at her, confused and a little scared, while she stomps over to his desk. “What are you full naming me for? What have I done now?” “Did you tell your dad I was moving to Singapore with you before the baby is born?” Mira questions furiously. Devin blinks and opens his mouth to speak while Mira places her hands at her waist and glares at him, waiting for a response. “I may have mentioned it.” “Oh, you did, did you? I didn’t realise agreeing to marry you would come with the consequence of you making decisions on my behalf!” Mira snaps hotly. Devin raises a brow and stands from his desk. “Mira, for God sake, I’ve been trying to have this conversation with you for two weeks straight, but you keep evading it.” Devin grouses, walking around his desk and stepping closer to his angry fiancée. “My dad asked me what our plans are if we’re going back to Singapore in a couple
EpilogueTwo weeks later.Devin King and Mira Evans stood in front of their respective families, both looking as fretful and tense as each other. Each member of the family watches and waits with the curiosity of their news.“Well…” Noah Evans— Mira’s dad urges. His brown eyes were darting from his daughter to his best friend’s son standing before him.“I’m pregnant.” Mira blurts out suddenly. Devin groans low behind her when everyone in the room, save for Ayla, goes stock-still.“Why do you keep doing that?” He utters to her quietly behind his hand. Mira shrugs helplessly and turns her attention back to everyone in the room gaping at her.“Come again?” Her father questions, his dark brows fusing together. “Did I just hear you correctly? Did you just say you’re pregnant, or am I having some sort of stroke right now?”“You’re not having a stroke, Daddy; I’m pregnant,” Mira says, chewing on her bottom lip.“Who is the father?” Kate, Mira’s mother, qu
Devin disappears inside, leaving me out on the terrace. I stood there trying to picture myself living here. I just couldn’t see it. Yes, we have a company here that I could potentially work at but living in a foreign country where you don’t speak the language, you don’t know anyone. I’ll feel lost here. I mean, it’s a beautiful place, it’s clean, and the people are kind, but I know I don’t belong here. I want our baby to be born in the same country as its parents were. I want it to grow up around family. I don’t know how Devin and I will figure this out, but I truly hope we do for the sake of our baby, if nothing else.I’m lost someplace in my mind when I feel Devin come up behind me and hear him whisper in my ear. “Come with me; I have something to show you.”I follow him through the apartment toward the elevator. “Where are we going?” I ask curiously, and he smiles, lacing his fingers with mine.“You’ll see.” Devin pushes the button to the roof terrace, and I smile. He’s got that wi
“Damn baby, it’s nice to be missed by you,” Devin murmurs against my lips, and I suck on his bottom lip.“You saying you haven’t missed me?” I question, looking up at him through my lashes.Devin cups my face in his big hands and gazes into my eyes, his lips brushing mine when he speaks. “Like you wouldn’t believe.” A wicked smile. “I hope you’re not too attached to that dress.”I match his smile, sliding my hands under his T-shirt and raking my fingertips over his abs, revelling in the feel of every bump and ridge and the way his muscles spasm under my touch. “I have two more, just like it,” I affirm, dragging my index finger up the length of his erection over his light blue jeans. “Now, are you going to keep talking or are you going to take me home?” Devin makes a slow hissing sound and rocks against my finger, his cock demanding further attention.“Keep touching me like that, and I’ll fuck you in my car.” He groans, pressing a kiss to my rosy lips. I squeeze my thighs together when
Mira“Devin?”I wander through his penthouse apartment, awe-struck. It’s stunning. Open plan living room, with gorgeous crystal chandeliers, floor to ceiling windows with an incredible view. I trail my fingers along the dark grey marble island in the kitchen as I walk through. I go up the spiral staircase to the bedroom situated on the first floor. No sign of him anywhere. With a sigh, I walk over to the window and look out at the breathtaking view of Singapore stretched out before me.“Hi.” I jump and gasp when I hear a deep voice burr in my ear. “Welcome home.” I smile and sink against him when he wraps his arms around me. By home, he means his embrace, where he claims I always belong, not the apartment itself.“Mm, it’s so good to be home.” I lament, tipping my head back when his lips descend on my neck, licking, kissing and nipping at my flesh. My clothes start to come off, one item at a time hitting the floor until I’m nake
“I beg your pardon?”“My other boyfriend. Battery Operated Boyfriend. BoB.” I explain with a giggle when his face relaxes, and he curses.“You just killed my post-orgasmic bliss with your shenanigans, Evans. If you were here, I’d take you over my knee and give you a good spanking for teasing me like that.” Devin grumbles light-heartedly and gets up out of his bed. A light goes on, and he sets me down someplace. “Wait there. I need to clean myself up.” I grin, watching him move around. His firm and muscular bum comes into view, and I sigh lustily.“I really want to bite that bum of yours, King.” Devin’s laugh echoes in the bathroom. He leans over to look at me.“I’ll bite you back, Evans,” Devin utters, and picks his phone up.“Wait, wait! Let me see that hot body; I’m going to need it for visual purposes later.” I demand, and he flips his camera to face the mirror in the bathroom and flexes his muscles for me. Oh, hello, beefcake.“Oh, by the way, how would you feel about me coming ou
Mira“Peach, what’s up with you?”I sigh, staring at myself in the full-length mirror. It’s been a week since Devin left to go back to Singapore, and I’ve been miserable every second since. I force a smile on my face and pretend I’m fine, but the truth is, I’m not. I miss him. I miss his presence in my life. I miss his touch, his kiss, his smell. We haven’t talked about what our separation meant, but he still calls me to check how I’m doing. I’ve been overly emotional lately since everything that happened with Scott. I burst into tears all hours of the day. I’m mostly healed physically; emotionally, not so much, but I’m getting there. I’ve had a couple of sessions with my mother, which has helped.“I’m fine, Wy; I just don’t feel like going out. So you guys go ahead without me.” I state, turning to face him. Wyatt walks over to me and pulls me into his arms. I sink into his warmth and close my eyes. “You miss him, don’t you?” I nod wordlessly.“He’s not going to be back for months. Me
I pace the corridors at the hospital impatiently. Waiting for them to examine Mira. Everyone’s here, both our families, Wyatt, Lexi and Logan, all waiting to get the all-clear that she’s okay and not suffering some sort of internal bleeding or head trauma. I couldn’t be there because our families don’t know about us. Ayla’s the only one with her.“I want answers!” Uncle Noah barks furiously down the phone. “That lunatic almost killed my daughter again because you failed to inform us of his early release. He was serving a sentence for attempted murder. How could you let him out notifying none of us so we can protect her!” He shouts, pacing back and forth. “We’ll see about that. You’ll be hearing from my lawyer. Don’t you worry.” He grips and hangs up the phone. “Incompetent piece of…”“Honey, please calm down.” Aunt Kate tries to soothe him by rubbing his back. He utters something back about needing air and walks off.“Sweetheart, get your hand seen, too. It’s really swollen.” My mothe
DevinI glance down at my phone for the millionth time waiting for Mira to text me back, but she doesn’t. I got no answer from her call either. I’ve got this dreadful feeling in my gut, and I can’t shake it. She always responds to my texts, so why isn’t she replying.Me:‘Baby, everything okay?’ I sigh and bite my lip anxiously. Levi walks into the kitchen, and being the spiritual person he is, picks up on my unease and frowns. “What’s up with you?”I scowl at my phone and shake my head. “Something’s wrong. Mira’s not answering my texts or calls.”Levi opens the fridge and takes out a bottle of water. “She’s probably busy, or you’ve pissed her off again.” He utters, taking a long sip and licking his lips.I pin him with a firm look, and he rolls his eyes. “I’ve not done anything; we’re perfectly fine, thank you very much. When have you known Mira not to answer texts? Even when she’s angry, she sends something scathing back.”“If