Cuffed By Love
Devin King was my firstâwell, everything.
They say you never forget your first. Whoever said that was right because no matter how hard I tried, I couldnât get him out of my head or my heart. I foolishly thought my heart wouldnât miss what it couldnât see, but I was wrong because I never forgot, not for one moment.
Youâre not supposed to kiss your best friend. Youâre not supposed to give your virginities to one another, eitherâbut we did. We were kids, teenagers, full of hormones and mixed emotions, but it felt right. He was the first boy to kiss me, the first boy to touch me and taste me in a way only a lover would.
âSay you want to be mineâŚ.â He whispered while I shook in his arms. And I did. And then he wrecked me.
After I trusted him and gave myself to him, he disappeared, left me in my , the scent of him still lingering on my skin, the taste of his kiss still fresh on my lips. He left me after the amazing night we shared after we became one anotherâs and disappeared without a word. Until one day ten years later he pops up like a rash as the newly appointed CEO of our firm.
Was I shocked to see him standing in the office after a decade? Yes. Did I almost faint? Hell yes. My heart may have melted a little when he smiled right at me, but he wouldnât ever know thatâbecause I hated him.
But here I am, the VP of an established publication firm standing in the CEOâs office handcuffed to the pompous face. Why are we handcuffed you ask? Well, that's a funny story...
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