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