Chapter 4;

The ride down to his office was quite slow, as Devon assumed, he gazed outside the window, his gaze travelling across the gentle breeze that swept his face gently.

"How is the schedule today?" He asked his assistant, who fluttered with the laptop.

"Today is Deanne’s birthday, she’s expecting you to come."

"I can’t come; I will get her a gift." He sighed.

The assistant already understood, "There’s a plaza around here, you could get some accessories for her."

His lips twitched upward a bit, before he nodded, "Okay,"

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As Devon trailed the plaza, with his assistant striding beside him, he gazed at the clothes, what does Deanna wear anyways? Deanne was the least in his closest friend, she was funny a bit, and he loved that about her.

“We could ask the workers here,” His assistant, Kate said. She gazed around, “We could ask her?’’ She pointed to Arya direction.

He gazed at her briefly, his eyes widening in return. It was her.

She’s her. The woman with the silver like eyes, he needed to see her.

A couple was yelling aggressively at her, and when the woman raised her hand to hit her, he didn’t know why, but his heart quaked angrily, and he yelled. “Don’t you dare hit her!’’

Everyone turned to him. Anna froze her hands still up in the air.

Kelvin gazed, his mouth agape.

And Arya gasped, her eyes widened in horror.

Devon Brookes, Devon Brookes was here.

The man that she had kissed was here.

With gentle strides, he walked towards them, and stood in front of Arya, his eyes gazing at the couple. Particularly, to the woman.

"Were you trying to hit her?" His voice was cold, and his heavy gaze lingered on her.

Anna shivered, stepping back, she tucked the edge of her husband’s arm, motioning for him to stand up for her, but the latter ignored her.

If she was in trouble, then, she would face it alone.

"I never meant to hit her," Anna shrieked. "She’s just a worker, but, she’s disobeying me."

Devon gazed sharply at her, then to Arya, "Is it true?" his voice sounded rather warm.

Arya nodded negatively, biting her lower lip.

Devon leaned against the counter, and shrugged his shoulder like the god he was,

"What you almost did is illegal. Do you know that?"

Anna winced, so what if he was Devon Brookes, this man was trying to rub her in the dust, in front of Arya.

She stepped back a little; she turned to her husband, her voice growing louder. "Aren’t you going to say anything?"

He sighed, before muttering. "Let’s go."

Anna widened her eyes, they were going to leave, just like that, and make them the winner, absolutely not.

Devon gazed at Kelvin darkly, and he gulped down. "Get out."

Kelvin twisted his brows, "Huh?"

"I said, get out."

Kelvin reached for his wife’s arm, pulling her along the door.

Arya wiped the sweat that formed a layer in her forehead, before she took a peek at Devon, whose eyes were closed. He was superior, his inky dark hair was swept to a side, and, those collarbones, oh, and they looked so feminine.

He finally bobbed his eyes open, and those silver like eyes were found staring at her, his eyes peered down at her. "Can we talk?" His voice was rather warm, and sweet, and Arya found herself attracted to him. He led her to a nearby restaurant.

He held the menu in his hands. “Are you hungry?”

She nodded negatively, why had speaking suddenly become so hard?

"What’s your name?"

"Arya," She finally managed to stay, gazing at the menu, his eyes were on her, watching her every movement and she knew it.

Was she supposed to ask his name, heck, she already knew it, what would be the point anyways?

He shut his eyes close, bobbing them back open, “Arya.” He called out, she gazed up at expectantly. “Why did you kiss me?”

She knew he would ask, she just knew. Her shoulder dropping down. “I am sorry,”

His sliver eyes sparkled under the light, that wasn’t the answer he wanted; he wanted the truth, the real truth. “Why did you kiss me?”

She had to say something, this man was powerful. “I was simply attracted to you.” she leaned against the chair.

She was lying.

“Why did you kiss me?” His voice was restless.

Her shoulders dropped lightly. "I made a deal with a friend, it’s a long story."

"Alright then," He sounded rather satisfied.

"Are you angry at me?" She said, her voice trembling.

He gazed at her, his lips twitching upward a bit. "Miss. Arya, you have to take responsibility for what you did," Those eyes glistened again. “You stole my first kiss."

She widened her eyes, someone like Devon Brookes hadn’t kissed someone before? It was absurd to even think that.

"I will take responsibility, but how?"

His hands grabbed the glass of water, and he chugged down the whole content.

She gawked at him.

He rubbed his hands with the napkin, “I don’t know yet, I will inform you as soon as I find a way,”

His voice was shrill.

She nodded, at least gratefully, it wasn’t that bad after all, he was good, maybe to her, but talking to him was absolutely very easy, something she found really weird.

He cringed his head, his eyes flashing with playfulness, "I must say, Miss. Arya, are you a pro at kissing?"

She flushed red, she took back at word, talking with Devon Brookes was not easy.

"It’s my first time too," She said shyly, her hands making for the glass of water.

He seemed satisfied.

"I don’t know why." He tilted his head in her direction. “But, Miss. Arya. I absolutely enjoyed your kiss, even though it lasted for ten seconds.”

She paled.

"Marry me."

"Huh?" She blinked.

"Take responsibility," His voice was coarse, as he tilted his head, his sliver eyes twinkling. "And marry me."