All Chapters of To be Inlove with Maya: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

July 13, 2021 New York City Maya Luisa and I walked toward the waiting Uber in complete silence. Honestly? That was pretty normal for two girls running on zero sleep and pure adrenaline. My brain felt like it was about to explode from everything that had happened in the last two days. We’d only been in New York for two out of our five-day fashion seminar, and I was already running on fumes. Jet lag was kicking my ass, and let’s not forget we barely slept. The moment we landed after that brutal 24-hour flight from the Philippines, we rushed straight to Fashion Week the next day. No real rest at the hotel—drop our bags and head to the venue to meet some big international designers. Worth it? Absolutely. We scored some amazing suppliers and soaked up so much knowledge about the global fashion scene—our main reason for coming. But damn, it was still exhausting. So when the last show finally ended, I was over the moon. The second the Uber pulled away from the curb,

DevonI wasn’t even supposed to stay long at the bar. My initial plan for the night was entirely routine, painfully corporate, and utterly unexciting: do a swift walkthrough of the main floor, touch base with my manager on duty regarding last month’s inventory discrepancies, and head straight back out. I had a mountain of paperwork waiting for me at home, and the thumping bass of the lounge was already giving me a mild headache.But plans have a funny way of blowing up the second a truly fascinating woman walks into your field of vision, and god, she caught my attention so fast it nearly gave me whiplash.Aside from the obvious, undeniable fact that she was drop-dead gorgeous, what actually reeled me in was her sheer, unbothered vibe. She was sitting at a high-top table completely by herself, nursing a single bottle of beer and casually popping peanuts into her mouth. She looked entirely disconnected from the chaotic, sweating, thumping crowd around her. That is an incredibly rare s

Maya I woke up, my eyes straining as they met pitch-black darkness. I squinted twice, desperately trying to regain my focus, until my eyes finally caught the faint, dim light creeping in through a massive set of floor-to-ceiling windows. Is this my room? And god, why was it so damn freezing? Did I seriously turn the AC down that low before I crashed? Instinctively, I reached out, pulled the heavy comforter up, and wrapped it tightly around my body. Then, to my absolute shock, a heavy, thick arm wrapped firmly around my waist before yanking me backward, pressing my back flush against a solid, wall-like chest. “Well, hello there, baby. Finally awake?” I froze. Wait a damn minute... Oh shit, that voice... was this the guy from the bar? “Devon?” “Yep, that’s me. Glad you remember,” he murmured against my ear. His breathy, low chuckle sent a violent wave of shivers straight down my spine. And why could I feel his warm, bare palm resting directly on my stoma

Maya I was fighting off sleep as I sat waiting in the lobby. Every few seconds, my eyes darted toward the glass entrance, praying he would hurry up and show up so I could finally go back upstairs and collapse into bed. Then, a sleek black sedan pulled up right at the curb. My breath caught in my throat the second he stepped out of the vehicle. And to be completely fair to the man... he looked even better in broad daylight. He was dressed casually in a fitted polo shirt, dark-wash straight-cut jeans, a pair of crisp designer sneakers, and a signature silver watch gleaming on his wrist. It was the textbook billionaire-bachelor aesthetic I’d started noticing everywhere since arriving in New York. “Good morning, princess. Miss me?” he greeted, flashing me a wide smile. Before I could even dodge, he leaned down and stole a quick kiss right off my lips. “Devon! We’re in the lobby!” I hissed under my breath. “So? We’re in New York, baby. Even if we full-on made

Maya “No monkey business,” my ass. The literal second we stepped inside his penthouse—as soon as I kicked off my stilettos—he started doing perverted things to me. He dragged me over to his marble bar counter and captured my lips in a deep, desperate, passionately filthy kiss right then and there. And because he was so damn irresistible—and my brain had officially thrown in the towel—I just let him. Zero hesitation. Zero regrets. “Devon... we just ate. We’re going to get appendicitis!” I reminded him breathlessly between kisses, feeling his long fingers already tugging at the zipper running down the back of my jumpsuit. “That’s a total myth, baby. There’s zero medical truth to that,” he murmured against my mouth, pulling the fabric down to reveal my black lace underwear. “Trust me, this actually helps us digest faster.” “Perfect,” he groaned, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight. In one swift motion, he ripped his shirt off over his head. Now under the full, brigh