Devon Sawa Relationships Novels & Stories

Devon added. I rolled my eyes and looked back at Maya, who had picked up Axel and walked up to the buffet table, making him drink from a glass. "Hey loverboy, stop looking at her like that, soon your drool will be all over her," Devon said. "Forget him, he’s a man in love," Lucas said. "He’s a horny man" ribettè Devon. "That too," Lucas laughed, "How long has it been since you’ve had sex?" "Shut up Lee," I said with clenched teeth.

Chapter 14: Papá and Hijo DEVON'S P.O.V Morning came, and I am the first to wake up. Sleeping on top of Esteban is quite comfortable. He had fucked me over and over until we get out of the car going here on his luxurious bed. I can still feel his dick inside my ass pulsating as he snores. Damn! I forgot to tell him to wear a condom.

“Hang on, champ. Let’s negotiate. How about we share your mom’s kisses? You get some, Diana gets some, and I get… oh, I don’t know, a few?” Devon’s eyes narrowed, his little brain clearly working overtime to process this outrageous suggestion. “No,” he said firmly. “Mommy is ours. No one else can kiss her unless… unless they’re her partner.” I blinked, my cheeks heating at his innocent yet unexpectedly accurate comment. Dominic, however, looked positively delighted. “Well, then,” Dominic said, leaning in conspiratorially, “what if I am her partner?” Devon gasped, his jaw dropping. “You are not! Mommy doesn’t have a partner!”

For a moment, he didn’t say anything, like he hadn’t expected to be caught. Then he cleared his throat awkwardly. “Uhm… actually…” he hesitated, his grip tightening slightly on the steering wheel. “I was just wondering… what exactly have you done to Mr. Hawthorne to make him so calm with you?” I blinked in confusion. “Huh? What do you mean?” Devon continued carefully, eyes on the road. “I’ve been working with Mr. Ryder for the past twenty years.” He said slowly. “Back when he was still young… I worked under his father first. After his father passed, I continued serving him.”

"Oh, what’s her name… Hannah. I took care of her." "And you didn’t care to tell me?" I shouted. "I apologize. I was busy with other clients. You're not my only paying customer," he muttered. "But I’m your highest," I snapped, clicking my tongue. The line went silent for a beat. I cleared my throat, refusing to let the irritation settle. "Anything on my mother-in-law and Devon?" "Well, nothing unusual with your mother-in-law. But Devon…" he paused. "He seems to be eyeing some new blondie at work. She has blue eyes, though. I don’t think it’s anything to worry about—"

He tapped his chin, deep in thought for a moment, “So you must be the poor one… his wife, right? Is my deduction correct?” “That’s rude.” I shifted the plate again. “Plus, I am—” I paused. “Devon and I should be divorced by now. Please do not relate me to him again.” “Whoa… careful there.” He raised his hands slightly, a mocking smile on his face. “Have you finally figured out that Devon is actually a serial killer?” I rolled my eyes and turned to leave then immediately turned back to him, “What?” “He has pictures of different people’s faces in his room… doing different inspections. I think they are his victims.” he continued.

“Count me in.” I frowned. “You don’t usually give in this easily…what happened this time?” “Let’s just say…I have someone I want to see a little jealous.” Cole and I exchanged looks at Devon’s stupidly grinning face, but didn’t push the matter. He’d tell us when he wanted to. And with how lowkey he kept his relationships, it was nearly impossible to predict who he was dating, let alone which gender. No wonder I didn’t even find out he was Bi until last month!

As soon as he left, Sarah was back, her gaze fixed on Clara, demanding answers. Clara took a deep breath, picking up her fork but not really looking at her food. Her voice was softer now, almost a whisper. “Okay, okay. I think… I think Devon and I are in a relationship.” Sarah stared at her, her expression unreadable for a moment, then she asked, her voice slow and deliberate, “You think? Or you know?”

She asks, glancing at me. Devon turns to me and a smile lights up his face. "Oh, this is my wife. Jessica." "Hello, it's nice to meet you," I say, sounding enthusiastic. "Wife!?" She sputters, glancing back and forth between me and Evelyn. "I thought she was your girlfriend!?" She asks, pointing at Evelyn. Evelyn on the other hand looks mortified. "You thought wrong. She's my ex. If you had done your research properly, you would know and not believe anything you see on the internet." His mother blanches and there's some banked-up rage in her eyes but she keeps it controlled.

“Don't cry, Davina. Actually, Devon didn't want to talk about this with us. Devon only told Meazus, but your dad told me.” Devon now also stood up from his chair to hug Davina, who was crying. “My heart almost stopped when I saw you crying. I didn't expect you to cry because of this. But since today is my happy day, I want to apologize to you.” Davina, who was still sitting on the chair, now hit Devon's arm as he released his embrace. “You're so cruel. I'm sensitive like this for a reason.” Davina stroked her wet cheek and her husband stroked the hair covering her cheek. “I want you all to sit in your chairs first because I also want to talk about something.”