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
“Ugh, I forgot that you’re a morning person.” Mira grumbles while we wash our hands.I think her sleepy brain forgot she was handcuffed to me because she goes to walk off and soon came tumbling back and falls into me when I didn’t move with her. “Son of a…” I catch her and peer down into her face with a shit eating grin.“Forgetting something, Tinks?”“Devin…” Mira hisses through clenched teeth. “I’ve not had my coffee and unlike you, I loathe mornings. I will castrate you without batting an eyelid.” She warns adorably, her eyes wide and angry while I stare down at her amused.“What is this obsession you have with my balls?” I question playfully. She glares up at me not so amused and straightens again.“I would hardly call it an obsession. Don’t flatter yourself.”“No?” I probe with a knowing smirk. “Do tell, what would you call it? Fascination? Curiosity?”Mira exhales slowly, her eyes close briefly before they open again and meet my own. “Repugnance. Revulsion. Oh, abhorrence. Shal
Mira rolls her eyes, “Last time I checked, spreading false information is considered gossiping, Ayla.” She stresses and turns her angry gaze to me. “I told you, you haven’t missed much. Same shit, different day.” I follow her when she drags me along with her to the front door, all the while muttering under her breath.“Tinks, you okay?” I question when we leave the house and walk toward my Lamborghini Urus.“I’m fine.” She replies curly and unlocks the car. She goes to open the door but I push it shut and turn her to face me. Mira frowns and looks up at me questioningly. “What? I said I’m fine, Devin.”“Look, I know it’s not exactly a great start to the day, but don’t you think you’re overreacting a touch?”“Overreacting?” She intones irritably. “Are you kidding me, Devin? One’s my sister and the other is supposed to be my best friend and they’re just spreading shit without even considering coming to me first and you think my annoyance isn’t justified?”I sigh, “That’s not what I’m sa
⚠️ Trigger Warning ⚠️ The following chapter contains flashbacks of emotional and physical abuse. If you are sensitive to this, please skip the chapter or read at your risk. Mira Don’t you dare cry, Mira. Not here, not the fuck now.No matter what, forever and always, I’ve got you.That was what we promised one another. Unfortunately, Devin King broke that promise and nulled its significance the day he took off without a word and left me behind utterly distraught. Where was he two years ago when I really needed him? Seven thousand miles away, that’s where. In the arms of his girlfriend while I was laid up in a hospital bed nursing my fractured cheekbone and broken ribs. Having your bones shattered hurt, yet the pain is almost next to nothing compared to the betrayal and devastation he has caused me. Bones and bruises heal eventually, but the heart never forgets. I was foolish to believe that my heart wouldn’t miss what it couldn
I stop as I climb into the car and look at him, "Like hell—""Nah, ah!" Devin holds up a hand to silence me before I even begin to object. "I swear, Tinks, I will pick you up and toss your tiny arse into this car." I gape at him, stunned, and he nods determinedly in return."Fine, I will," I snap, pulling the door shut rather hard, and Devin glowers at me, clearly displeased. "No need to be such a big baby about it.""A baby?" He intones, pulling his seatbelt on. "Tinks, I can't spread my legs very wide in these slacks without risking them tearing. Also, having my already full and aching balls crushed by the centre console isn't exactly the most exhilarating of experiences for a man."I do my best to ignore the tug in my belly at the mention of his 'full' and 'achy' testicles and snort in a very unladylike manner as I flick the switch to start the engine. I'm still pleasantly thrilled by the way the engine roars to life at the flip of a switch. "You men and your precious cojonas." I d
I follow Devin into the entrance of the building, and through the car park. We swipe our ID cards, and we both attempt to walk through at the same time and get stuck between the door. I wince when the metal frame hits my shoulder. I glare at him. "Oh please, ladies first." I intone sarcastically while gesturing for him to go in front of me."Thanks, Tinks." I groan when he squeezes my cheek affectionally. I swat his hand away and follow him into the building. Devin makes a beeline to the elevator, and out of habit, I go toward the stairs. I gasp when we come crashing back into one another. I wobble in my heels and almost topple over, but Devin catches me before I fall. "Fucking hell, do you need a lesson on how to walk or what?" He questions while I straighten and tug my shirt down before I place my hands at my hips and scowl at him."I can walk perfectly fine, thank you very much. Maybe if you stopped yanking on my arm and moved in the same direction as me, I wouldn't be falling over
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