Page 11 of Cuffed By Love

“Oh good, you can read. Can you please explain to me why you insist on parking your Lambo in MY parking spot?” I try my best not to smile, she was already seething, and it’s not even nine o’clock in the morning yet.

“Because my parking spot is too far from the entrance. Yours is conveniently situated near the entrance, saves me time, you see?”

Mira’s lips part and she looks at me as though I’ve sprouted a second head. “Devin, move your car.” She hisses, her fingers fisting by her side. “Move your car, Devin!”

“If you want your parking spot, you should wake up early and try to get here before ten, Tinks.” At my words, her face takes on a whole new level of rage.

“Park in my spot one more time.” Mira leans over my desk, and I look at the index finger she thrusts in my face. “Watch what happens.”

I smirk, intrigued, and stand from my chair, slowly walking around the desk. “Oh, another threat. That’s what, the third one this week?” I state evenly as I tower over her. “What are you going to do, Tinks?”

“Don’t push me, Devin!”

“I’m really liking this feisty side to you,” I admit, stepping closer while she eyes me intently. “Why don’t you just come out with the real reason you’re angry with me?”

Mira gives me a scornful look, “There are so many reasons I’m at a loss for where to begin.”

I regard her curiously and tilt my head to the side, “Pick your favourite.” I drawl with a smirk, and she huffs and rolls her eyes.

“Oh, well, let’s see, you’re arrogant.” She points out, her brows rising, and she holds up her thumb. “I mean, you were always arrogant, but now you’re just this big…” her eyes flitter over me, and when I take a step toward her, she cranes her neck to peer up at me, momentarily losing her train of thought.

“Go on. You were saying, this big…what?” I urge her on, keeping my tone low and deep as I look down into her beautiful face. Mira’s lips part while our eyes search one another.

“Conceited jerk.”

I smile and bite my bottom lip, “That’s not the real reason you’re mad at me. Is it, Tinks?”

Mira scoffs, “You seem to be pretty sure of the reason I’m mad at you. Why don’t you enlighten me, jackass?”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Mira sighs, exasperated. “Watching you get all flustered and irate is the highlight of my day.” I chuckle when she shoves me away from her when I pinch her cheek.

“Stop that!” She yelps, and all of a sudden, her eyes light up when she looks at my desk. I watch her as she strolls over and picks up the key to my car. “If you won’t move your car. I will.” She grins smugly and turns to walk out of the office.

“Hey,” I follow her. “Tinks, don’t even think about it.” I wrap my arm around her waist and lift her off the ground when she tries to run off.

Mira groans and kicks her legs, “Put me down, you jerk. You should have moved your damn tank of a car when I asked! I told you not to push me. Put me down, Dev!”

She just called me Dev. The way my heart just leapt up to my throat from excitement.

I poke her sides where I know she’s ticklish, and she squeals, “What did you just call me?”

“I called you a jerk!” She half giggles, half gasps when I continue to poke her sides.

“You called me Dev.”

“I did not!”

“You fucking did!”

“I did not! You need to get your hearing checked.” I let go of her when I pry my key out of her hand, and she scowls at me. “Oh, keep your key. Good luck getting home with flat tires.”

“Tinks, you dare. Those rims are worth twelve thousand pounds each.”

Mira swirls and looks at me with a smirk. “So are my shoes!”

“Hey!” Mira and I both turn when we hear Uncle Noah’s voice behind us. “What’s with the shouting? I can hear your voices coming through to my office at the other end of the building.”

Mira and I exchange glances, and she points to me. “Tell him, he keeps parking in my parking spot.”

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