Mira I felt crippled. When that guy forcefully pulled me back and squeezed my arm with his vice-like grip, all I saw was Scott, and my legs had turned to jelly. I thought for sure my knees would cave. After what I suffered from Scott, any time I’m around physical violence, it takes me right back to that mental state I’ve been fighting to get out of for the past two years. The crippling fear and anxiety leave me temporarily incapacitated. The old me, before Scott, would have fended off arseholes like him with no problem. I would have scratched his eyes out, but now, I seize up, and all I want to do is run away and hide in a corner somewhere. I’m eternally thankful to Levi and Devin for jumping in and protecting me, but I still hate the idea of needing protection. I don’t want to feel weak and helpless. I don’t want to be anyone's damsel. I wonder if I’ll ever get over it and go back to my old self again. I wonder if I’ll ever trust a man enough to let him into my life long enough to
DevinI sit on my bed after Mira walked out and stare at our handcuffs clutched between my fingers. I was an arsehole to her when all she was trying to do was help me, and now I feel like shit over it. I was angry. Hell, I’m still mad. I don’t know what right I have to be annoyed with her when she’s done nothing wrong, but I fucking am. I resent the fact that my brother can touch her whenever he wants. I resent that he got to hold her and comfort her when it should have been me. Mira’s mine. She’s always been mine. She’s my Tinks. I know it’s stupid, and if she decides to pull me up on my shit and ask what I’m fuming about, I wouldn’t have a leg to stand on. I wouldn’t have anything to say.Because what fucking right do I have? I’m not her keeper. I’m just her old best friend. I don’t even qualify to be her best friend anymore, either. Wyatt has replaced me. I’m the ‘could have been’, the first kiss, the first to taste her, th
The next morning I woke up at the arse crack of dawn and went for a run to clear my head and help aid the hangover I was sporting from indulging in too many glasses of scotch. I don’t even drink that much usually, and I haven’t in a very long time, but last night it was well and truly needed. I needed to numb the parts of me that hurt whenever I thought about her. And it did the trick, for a few hours till I fell asleep and she popped up in my dreams. While she’s infuriatingly stubborn at the best of times, lately, she’s the lead in one too many of my wet dreams.And now, I must scrape together the willpower to go and face her, all the while knowing she’s seeing my brother and pretend I’m none the wiser, so we can get the handcuffs on and get through this presentation. I have no idea how I will get through the day, but I am curious to see if she will mention anything about Levi or keep it from me.Well, here goes nothing. I step up to her front door and ring the doorbell. Ayla answers
MiraWhat did I just do?The moment my lips go and impulsively crash down on Devin’s, my mind goes into hyperdrive. Between Devin saving my life from almost getting ploughed down by that car and seeing that he still wears the chain he bought as a gift for my fourteenth birthday all those years ago. I couldn’t contain my emotions, and something inside took over, and before I knew it, my lips were on his.Way to go and make shit worse, Mira. A big fat thumbs up to you, doll.Thankfully my senses come rushing back, and I pull away before he can react to the kiss or it goes any further. I hold my breath while I wait for Devin’s reaction when his eyes flutter open, and he looks just as stunned as me. His lips part and those deep brown eyes are exploring mine. “I’m so sorry.” I apologise pathetically and slide off the hood of the car. My legs contest, but I catch and steady myself. That did not just happen. I did not just kiss Devin
“So, how does all of that sound to you, Miss Wickham?”I look between Devin and the author, and I can already see the wheels in her head turning. She’s considering it. Well, of course, she would. We’re offering her every author’s dream on a platinum platter. I take a moment to study her. Pale blue eyes, creamy white skin, wild curly copper hair. Gosh, I can imagine how hard it must be to maintain those frizzy curls. “I can promise you that you won’t ever get an offer this good anywhere else. Publishing your book independently is great, but only if you have good background knowledge of how to market your book, so it reaches the right audience. And that’s where we excel, Miss Wickham. We’re the best in the business for a reason, and we believe your book has tremendous potential.” I add after Devin, giving her that further nudge she needs to fall right where we want her.“If I’m honest, it all sounds too good to be true,” Samantha states, flipping through the presentation, her eyes marv
DevinWell, fuck me.I stare down at the text I just got from Mira, and when I say my dick almost exploded, know it’s not an exaggeration. My cock sprang to life quicker than I could blink. I can tell you now that’s never happened before.I lean back in my chair and deliberate if I should ignore the suggestive text or reply back with exactly what’s on my mind. Fuck, just the thought of her being wet is enough to make me want to go barrelling into her office, spread her out on that desk and drink up her girl cum. So I text her exactly that and pace back and forth anxiously in my office, waiting for her reply.When her reply doesn’t come, I walk out of my office toward hers. “Molly, push back the editor’s meeting by an hour.” Molly eyeballs me as I stride past her, mouth ajar, and leans over to watch me push the wooden door open to Mira’s office, not even bothering to knock.Mira is pacing back and forth when I walk in, her phon
I thought about going after her, but that would make things worse, besides I need to pick up Megan soon. I walk out of her office, and Molly rises when she sees me, her eyes following me as I storm off toward my office.For the rest of the day, I couldn’t think about anything else. Our fight kept swirling around in my head, the look in her eyes, the hurt in her voice. I’m still raging on the drive to pick up Megan from the airport. I go to call Levi to vent my anger out on him but hang up before it even rings. My problems with Mira have nothing to do with him. Do I currently want to pummel him into the ground? Yes, savagely, but when he asks me why I give a fuck when I’m in a relationship, what am I supposed to say? Mira’s mine? She fucking isn’t.When I get to the airstrip, Megan was already waiting for me. She’s stood with her arms crossed, tapping her foot impatiently, clearly irked that I’m late. Great. Another female that’s pissed with me.“There you are. I’ve been waiting for ov
Mira“Peach?”I wipe away the tears and look back at Wyatt when he pokes his head through my door. “Yeah?” I answer, my voice wavering while I look down at the white gold bracelet between my fingers. I’ve been sitting in front of my bed with a box of old memories since I got back from the office.“Get in there.” I hear Lexi’s voice utter, and she pushes Wyatt into my room and follows him in. Wyatt comes over and sits on the floor beside me, and Lexi crawls up on my bed behind me, looking down at the mess in front of me.“Are you okay?” Wyatt questions, picking up an old photo of Devin and me. I shake my head slowly, tears that know no end stream down my cheeks.“Not really.”“What's going on?” Lexi asks, brushing her fingers through my hair comfortingly. “Did something happen?”I brush away tears with my fingers and sigh, “Devin and I had a fight.”Wyatt sighs and drops the picture, and looks over at me. “Figures. What did
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