It has been one year of bliss for Devyn and she wondered when she would come down from her high. Kieran has shown her things, filthy things that she would never think of uttering to Clarissa. Being a submissive was definitely not how they portrayed it in the media; it was not about being trapped, but about finding her own freedom in being bound. Everything they did was consensual, and Kieran would always stop as soon as things were getting too much for her. Then came what he called ‘Vanilla Sex.’ This Devyn loved above all else because Kieran worshipped her body in bed. There was a certain power that came with making a man like Kieran Teague be gentle and sensual like that. Clarissa was working at the bar as well, and Kieran matched her Rabbit Hole salary on Devyn’s account, something Clarissa was eternally grateful for. Devyn’s musical career seemed to find its footing as well. They offered her a one year contract with a record label, and Kieran urged her to

KieranKieran walks out of Mt Sinai Hospital in a daze. He had a son; he knew it in his gut that Killian was his - the child had his eyes, the Teagues all had those eyes. How would he broach this subject with Devyn? They had just made progress in their relationship and now he would introduce yet another hurdle. Should he tell her about the child now, or when the paternity tests were in?He wonders if she would stick around after this. If she didn’t, he would understand but there was no way that he would abandon his son. That wasn’t how he was brought up; he would never leave family behind.Heading towards his offices, he opts to drown himself in more work today - He might lose Devyn tonight, but in that loss, he would gain a son... Was he ready for the change?Devyn“No fucking way,” Clarissa says when she sees Devyn walking in with the collar around her neck. It was dainty and gave little a

Devyn New Orleans was always beautiful in October. Devyn stood in front of her childhood home with a lump in her throat. She hadn’t been back here since she was 17. This was at the height of her father’s abuse: she started looking more like her mother and he was looking at her differently. She hopped from shelter to shelter until she eventually turned 18 and started waitressing to earn her way through life - and she hasn’t stopped. Devyn walks up towards the house with her only luggage bag and poised her hand to knock. This was it, the prodigal daughter returning, and she wondered if her mother would hold her at fault for leaving. Alana Reilly never made excuses for what her husband did to both her and her daughter, but she never left the abuse. Devyn never forgave her mother for her weakness. After knocking for a while, no one opened the door. This was when she noticed the pile of letters on the porch and the severely overgro

Devyn stared at the book her mother left her. Although it wasn’t just any book; it was a diary left to her. She grew terrified of opening it because if the last 48 hours proved anything; it was that she didn’t know who her mother was at all.Grabbing a bottle of wine from the cellar (She found this gem yesterday) and a glass, she got comfortable on the sofa and opened her mother’s diary, wondering what she would find out now. A picture fell out of the diary, which Devyn held up and smiled at; it was her mother on stage doing what she loved and looking happier than she had ever seen her look. Her scarlet hair fell down her back in waves and she looked simply ethereal. A sense of sadness took over Devyn’s heart as she realised what her step father reduced her mother to. Then she started to read.18 January 1985I finally did it! I got a gig at a blues club tonight! The owner took an interest in me when I was ab

DevynIt’s been a month and Devyn still had no clue of where to start with the search for her twin brother. She had the means, she had the capital, but how does one go about finding a ghost?She gets into her SUV and heads into town to gather a few supplies for the week. Over the past month, she had been keeping a low profile in this town, but with her hair and beauty, she sticks out like a sore thumb. An elderly shopkeeper mistook her for her mother when she first walked into his shop, but she had to play dumb about who that was.Sighing as she parked her car out front, she grabs her wallet and her eyes fell on her old phone. She has not switched it on since she left Manhattan, but she knew the moment she did, Kieran would be able to pinpoint where she was. Would he still be looking for her after a month? Would he still care?She sits back in her seat and held the cell phone in her hands, moving it from one hand to the other, conte