“Are you really okay?” This is probably the tenth time Pam has asked me. She isn’t satisfied with my answer earlier that she actually brings her swivel chair closer to mine.
“I’m fine,” I insist.
She raises her eyebrows. She looks at me unconvincingly. “Are you sure? You shouldn’t have gone to work today.”
I grimace and give her a serious look. “For what reason? Because I am brokenhearted?”
“Yes! Emotional baggage is a valid excuse,” she says. Her eyes turn menacing. “Do you want me to kick Wills’ ass?”
I feel warm inside with her concern. I weakly smile at her. “Stop it already before you convince me. Besides, I’m already here in the office. It’ll be a waste of time and energy to go back to my apartment.”
She stares at me for a long time. She let out a deep and tired sigh. “What if he comes here and talk to you? How are you going to avoid him?”
“That will not happen,” I say with certainty. “He won’t approa
His statement shocks me so much that I stop struggling. I stare at him and read the emotions being displayed on his face. It has a streak of strong determination. “Let me go, Devyn!” I say but it sounds weak in my ears. “Just promise me you won’t run away from me,” he says, wanting reassurance. “Fine. I won’t run!” He stares at me for a long time. His face is skeptical. I stare back at him, giving him a serious look. I have probably convinced him and he finally let go of my arm. “Are you sure that you’re going to tell me everything?” I ask him with a raised eyebrow. I still have doubts about the sincerity in his words. “Yes,” he simply says. I give him a tiny shrug as if I am not really into it. “What if I’m not interested anymore?” “I’m still going to tell you everything.” His gaze doesn’t falter. I show him a nonchalant shrug. I may look calm on the outside, but on the inside I feel a mixt
“Close your eyes,” Ashley tells Pam. She is expertly putting make up on Pam. “Don’t be so impatient if you want to look good,” Ashley says. She glances my way. “Kindly hand me the brush, Betsy.” I pick up the thick brush from the table and gives it to her. “Thanks!” she says. “Pass me the sponge as well.” “For how long are you planning to stay here?” I ask as I pass the sponge to her. “We’re having a sleep over in here,” Pam is the one who replies. “What? De- Jack and I have an early flight tomorrow!” I exclaim. I can’t entertain them for tonight since I have an early day tomorrow. “You can go and sleep ahead of us,” Ashley says. She is so focused on using the brush on Pam’s cheeks. “How can I sleep when you’re here in my room, doing this make up session?” I retort indignantly. “This is our going away party for you,” Pam murmurs. She currently looks like a statue because of her thick contours.
I have finally made the hardest decision in my life. I am not leaving Devyn’s bathtub. I am completely and irrevocably in love with it. It’s so huge that I can run around. The warm bubble bath that covers my body soothes all of my muscle aches. His bathroom is mega huge and luxurious. I inhale his expensive bubble bath soap. I smile and grin. I love this life! As my mild travels in amazement on this wondrous place, I soft knock on the bathroom door startle me. “Betsy? Are you done there?” I hear Devyn’s voice from the outside. “Come out now. Let’s have dinner.” “Yes! Give me five more minutes!” I shout as I pop another bubble. “You already said that about an hour ago,” says Devyn in a playful tone. “Okay. Uh . . . two minutes?” I say and blows another bubble from my legs. I am so comfortable. I can live here. I don’t have a bathtub in the apartment because my bathroom is too small for it to even fit. I hear him c
Using his expert hands, Devyn completely removes the remaining tiny cloth that I have on my body. My lips when I see him gradually removing his boxers as well. I swallow hard when I finally see him. He kneels down between my legs and resumes his hot trails of kisses down my stomach. I moan so loud when his mouth lands on my most intimate part. I can’t stay still on the bed as the sensations take me higher and higher. Every flick of his tongue makes me reach my peak. Our loud moans shake the entire room. My grip on his hair tightens as he becomes more ruthless. “Devyn, p-please,” I beg, wanting to reach my climax. He seems to get what I am asking for, his tongue flicks deeper as his fingers dig deeper, touching my spot. My jaw clenches and I close my eyes so tight as I finally explode. It is so good that I think I can see stars. I catch my breath for a minute and calm myself down. I look down on him and before I can even process the who
Our hands are clasped as we enter inside their huge house. As soon as we step on the marble floor, we look at each other. My grip on his hand tightens, getting courage from it. We are immediately approached and greeted by a beautiful woman with a huge smile on her face. “You’re late as usual!” her bright opening remark. “Happy birthday, Mom,” greets Devyn. He gives his mother a soft kiss on the cheek. His mother looks even more beautiful in person. She’s wearing a simple red dress with a long slit on the side. I give them a moment as they hug each other for a few seconds. And then her mother finally turns to look at me. She breaks into a friendly smile. “You must be Betsy,” she brightly says. “Devyn has told me so much about you.” I flush, feeling embarrassed and warm at the same time. “Er… Hi! Happy birthday, ma’am.” “Oh thanks, sweetie. But please call me Suze,” she says with a laugh. She anchors our arms together as i
There is a long pregnant pause as everyone falls silent. We can only hear a falling cutlery on the floor as it rings. I have no idea how they look or the expressions on their faces because all of my attention is on Devyn’s father. Mark is stunned as he gapes at me. “What did you say, young lady?” I quietly push my chair back and stand. I put both of palms on the table and lean forward, looking at him straight in the eyes. “You’re as cold as ice,” I say. “Sweetie, I think this is not the right time to—” “I’m sorry, Suze,” I cut her off, “but I have to do this.” My defiant gaze remains on her husband who is frozen in shock. “Devyn is a very talented artist and a successful one. As a father, you should be supporting him.” I hear loud gasps from the women on the table. Devyn is still standing stiffly beside me. He is like a statue as he remains unmoving. I don’t even think that he’s breathing. “Who d
“I know, buddy,” Devyn, who is standing next to me answers in a calm voice. I look back and forth at the two of them. I gradually realize that the man standing near the big window is none other than Devyn’s twin, Jack. They look very much alike. Jack takes a step towards us. When he gets closer, he stops. I stare at his face. I notice a small scar on his left cheek. Up close, I can see the slight difference of his physical features with Devyn’s. Jack’s chin is a little sharp and he looks thin. His eyes are a different shades of blue. His eyebrows meet as he turns to me. “Who is she?” “Her name is Betsy,” replies Devyn. “She’s my girlfriend.” Jack ignores me and takes a step forward to Devyn. He grabs his arm. “Devyn, when are you going to get me out of here?” I can see a flash of pity on Devyn’s eyes. “When you’re well.” “I am well!” insists Jack. “Jack, we have talked about this,” replies Devyn g
“Don’t you have any plans of going home?” I whisper. Devyn hugs me from the back as we lie on the bed inside my apartment, cuddling. Two days have passed since Devyn and I were able to return to Seattle. “I want to stay here a little longer,” says Devyn softly as he hugs me even tighter. “I miss you.” I can’t help but smile on how adorable he is. “How can you miss me? We were together in New York.” “That was a different city. A different place,” he explains. There is a pause as the both of us become silent for a few minutes. Only the sound of two heart beating can be heard inside the room. “Why don’t you just live with me?” Devyn suddenly asks. “I can buy us a condo or a bigger apartment if you are more comfortable with it.” For a minute, I am stunned. His offer just comes out of nowhere. “I…I’ll probably think about it,” I manage to say. “Okay.” Devyn takes a deep breath and kisses the top of my head.