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All Chapters of Married To My Gay Bestfriend : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Devin’s POV The moment Eve's voice cracked on the other end of the line, I knew that walking misdemeanor had finally done what I had been silently hoping he would do since the day Eve told me she was engaged. He had removed himself from her life in the most catastrophic way possible, and while I was genuinely sorry she was hurting, I could not pretend I was sorry he was gone. I had been in love with Eve Lovelace since we were sixteen years old. She had been crying in the school library over a history paper, looked up at me with those dark eyes, and asked if I thought anyone ever actually got what they wanted. I had no answer then. Seven years later I still had no answer, but I had built my entire life around staying close to her, and that meant swallowing every impulse that might send her running. She thought I was her gay best friend. The one man in the world who wanted nothing from her. I let her believe it because it was the only way she let her guard down, and I would rather

Chapter 3

Eve’s POV I woke to the smell of tea and the distant sound of someone rummaging through my kitchen cabinets. For a moment I just lay there, wrapped in the blanket Devin must have draped over me at some point during the night. The couch cushions were still warm and the pillow still smelled faintly of the cologne I had given him for his birthday three years ago and that he apparently still wore. I made a mental note to buy him more. The man was loyal to a fault, even to his grooming products. The morning light was pale and thin, filtering through the windows in that quiet way light does when the city has not yet woken up enough to fill the streets with noise. I pushed myself upright and found Devin in my kitchen, moving around with the comfortable ease of someone who had done this a hundred times before. Which he had. He knew where I kept my mugs. He knew I took my tea with exactly half a teaspoon of honey and a splash of milk. He knew I needed two minutes of silence before I coul

Chapter 4

Eve’s POV The morning had already delivered one gut punch. I saw no reason to stop at a single blow. After Devin dropped the revelation about my father's debt to Martin, I sat at the breakfast table for a long time, staring at the cooling eggs and trying to rearrange the shattered pieces of my life into something resembling a plan. Devin cleaned the kitchen quietly, giving me space. He knew when to push and when to hover, and right now hovering was the correct call. I could feel his presence behind me like a wall between me and the abyss. Finally I stood up and reached for my phone. "I'm calling Marguerite Chen." Devin turned from the sink, drying his hands on a towel. "The family judge?" "She's the executor of my mother's will. If anyone can tell me whether that marriage clause has any flexibility, it's her." I was already scrolling through my contacts. "Maybe there's a loophole. Maybe the deadline can be extended. Maybe I can petition the court for an adjustment based on e

Chapter 5

Eve’s POV Scratch what I said about not being desperate. I was desperate enough but not shameless enough to ask Devin to marry me. I spent the rest of the day doing what any reasonable woman in my position would do. I walked into every boutique between the judge's office and the river, tried on seven dresses I did not need, bought a pair of shoes that cost more than my first car, and pretended I was not circling the inevitable conclusion that had been waiting for me since the moment I walked out of that cottage. Devin was the only man I trusted and the only man who had never let me down. My gay best friend who would rather eat glass than complicate our friendship with anything as messy as romantic feelings. He was the perfect solution to my problems but it was impossible ask this of him. He called twice in the afternoon. The first time I let it ring until voicemail. The second time I picked up just long enough to tell him I needed time alone to clear my head. He said okay with

Chapter 6

Devin’s POV I stood in Eve's kitchen after she left for her appointment with Marguerite Chen and stared at the coffee maker for five full minutes without seeing it. She'd said she needed to do this alone. I understood that about her, the fierce independence that sometimes tipped into self-destruction. Push too hard and she'd pull away. So I let her go, and I cleaned her kitchen, and I checked my emails, and I pretended I wasn't counting every second until she walked back through that door. Mark called around eleven. "The investor meeting is rescheduled for next Thursday. Your grandfather's assistant left another message. He wants to know what family emergency required you to fly across the country." "Tell him I'll explain when I'm ready." "He won't accept that." "He doesn't have to accept it. He just has to live with it." I hung up and checked my phone for the fifth time in ten minutes. Nothing from Eve. I knew she was fine. She was in a meeting and would call when she was

Chapter 7

Devin’s POV Devin!" She said my name like an answer to a question she'd been asking for hours. "You came. You always come. You're the only reliable man in the world, did you know that?" "I've been told." I crouched beside her stool and looked her over, checking for damage. "Eve, you're drunk." "Strategically drunk. I needed courage." "Courage for what." She looked at me for a long moment, her dark eyes swimming with something I couldn't quite read. Then she took a breath and grabbed my arm with surprising strength for someone who'd been drinking wine for hours. "Marry me." The world stopped. The bar noise faded. It was just her face and her voice and those two words hanging in the air between us. "What." "Marry me. Not for real. Well, legally real. But you're the only person I trust. The only one who never wanted anything from me. I have thirty days and no options and you're standing right here." She was rambling now, the words spilling out in a rush, and I could ba

Chapter 8

Devin’s POV "What are you doing," I said, though it came out more like a strangled plea. "Getting comfortable." She fumbled with a button and made an impatient sound. "Help me with this." "Eve, you are drunk. You should sleep." "I'm also getting married." She beamed up at me, still wrestling with her buttons. "To you. My best friend. So there's no issue, right?" I opened my mouth to argue but she had already moved on to her pants, shimmying out of them with the graceless determination of someone who had decided clothing was optional. I turned away so fast I nearly knocked over her floor lamp. "Devin." Her voice was teasing now. "You can look. You're gay and it's not like you're going to be scandalized by my body." If only she knew. "I'm giving you privacy," I said to the wall. "I don't need privacy from you. We're going to be married, so what's the problem?" The problem was that I was a hot blooded male who had been in love with her for seven years and she was cur

Chapter 9

Eve’s POV I woke up feeling the worst hangover ever. The pillow smelled like Devin's cologne. That was odd. Why did my pillow smell like Devin? I cracked one eye open and immediately regretted it. The morning light was a personal attack. The room tilted gently, then righted itself, then tilted again just to be spiteful. My mouth tasted like something had died in it. Then the memories started coming back in fragments. Little snapshots of the previous night that flickered behind my eyelids like a slideshow from hell. The bar, the wine and T he man who asked my name but got a marriage proposal instead. I saw Devin's face in the dim light and me throwing my arms around his neck. I sat up too fast and the room punished me for it. My head throbbed and I pressed my fingers to my temples groaning like a wounded animal. "Easy," came a voice from the doorway. Devin was leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, looking infuriatingly put together for someone who had apparently sp

Chapter 10

Eve’s POV I climbed off his lap and straightened my shirt, suddenly feeling awkward for reasons I could not explain. "Right, so we should plan things. We only have a month, less than a month, actually. We need to figure out the ceremony and the photos and the announcements and I need to call Marguerite and…" "Eve." Devin's voice was calm. "Breathe." I took a breath. "Sorry… I'm just…This is happening…This is actually happening." "It's happening." He stood up and carried his empty teacup to the sink. "We'll figure out the details. We always do. But first you should probably drink more water and take something for that headache. You're still squinting." I rubbed my temples. "I am not squinting." "You're squinting like a mole in sunlight." "Fine. I'll take an aspirin but after that, we'll start planning. We don't have time to waste." An hour later, after a shower and two aspirin and another bowl of Devin's miracle soup, I felt better. We sat at the kitchen table with our

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