Page 16 of Cuffed By Love

“Why did you choose bah bah black sheep? Of all the songs?”

Devin shrugs, smiling, “I don’t know. It was the first thing that came to my head.”

I sigh, “Okay, it’s done now. Can we please get back to work?” Devin smiles and reaches over, squeezing my chin affectionately.

“I forgot how adorable you look when you’re embarrassed.” I look up at him and swat his hand away.

“Sod off, Devin.” Devin laughs, following me over to my desk. We spent the rest of the afternoon working with minimal mishaps. Until I catch Devin looking at me sheepishly. “What?”

“I have to drop a log.” My eyes grow wide, and I stare at him.

“You have to what?!” I sputter, horrified, eyeing him when he rises from his chair. I shake my head so fast my head spun.

“I have to take a dump.” He repeats while he attempts to pry me out of the chair I was sitting in, but I grip it with my hand for dear life.

“No, Devin…”

“Sorry, Tinks, this is happening. A mans gotta do what a mans gotta do.” I gasp when he hauls me out of the chair and pulls me along with him.

“No!” I whimper, yanking my arm back to stop him— I even kicked my shoes off to get a better grip, but my feet just ended up sliding along the marble floor. The employees on the office floor watch on as Devin pulls me along with him, “Devin, please do not make me sit in there while you take a shit.”

“Seriously, Tinks. I had some sushi yesterday, and I’ve been holding it in all day. I can’t wait anymore. You’re going to have to lump it.” Devin states as we near the bathroom. I see Ayla walking through the office and gasp.

“Ayla! Please help me!” I yelp, and she watches us frowning. “Get the damn key from dad and let us out of these handcuffs right now!”

“What are you two doing?” Ayla questions bemused, looking from Devin to me.

“Devin needs to take a shit. You have to get these off. I can’t go in there with him. I can’t!” Ayla laughs hysterically.

“Why are you laughing? This isn’t funny?! Ayla, I swear to God I’m going to kill you—” The door slams shut before I could finish my threat. I look over at Devin, who is already unbuttoning his trousers. I didn’t know what to do with myself or where to look. I turn my back to him and wince. “Oh good God.”

“Remind me never to eat sushi again.” I hear Devin mutter from behind me, and I groan. Imagine being forced into listening to the man you’re lusting after taking a dump before you even kiss.

“I might need some form of therapy after this,” I complain, covering my nose with my dress.

“Tinks you’re too far. My arm is starting to ache.”

“Devin, I don’t care if your arm falls off. I am NOT coming near you.” My stomach churns at the smell, and I feel my mouth water as I force down the lunch I had earlier. “Jesus! Did something crawl up your arse and die?” I gag, pinching my nose and grimace when I hear the plopping of his poo hitting the water.

I’m going to have a nervous breakdown. Right here in the bathroom, I’m going to have a nervous breakdown.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realise your shit smells like roses, Tinks.”

Oh, the smell, If I could find a way to explain the smell. It’s a mixture of rotten eggs and death. “Compared to yours, you damn well bet it does.” I let out a shriek when he yanks me closer to him.

“I have to wipe!”

“Dev…oh God! I can taste it. I can fucking taste it. I’m going to throw up!” I retch and clamp my hand over my mouth, and turn to face him. Devin looks up at me, his eyes wide.

“Oh no, don’t you…Tinks, don’t you dare throw up on me!” He forewarns before my stomach lurches, and I feel my lunch coming up. Dev spins me around toward the basin, and I throw up everything I had consumed throughout the day.

Oh my God. This is the worst day ever. I’m done. I just want to go home and crawl under my covers and never come out. “You good?” Devin asks, pulling my hair over my shoulder. I groan and run the water rinsing out my mouth and the basin.

“Good? No, I am not good. I don’t think this day could get any worse. I need to get out of here before I pass out,” I retort, covering my nose and mouth with my hands I just washed with the soap. Devin washes his hands, and I rush out of the bathroom, sucking in lungfuls of air to replace the smell of his…crap. “Molly!” I call out to my assistant, and she flies out of her chair and comes running over to me.

“Yes Mira?”

“Body mist. I need body mist…now Molly, run!” Molly nods and runs to my office, retrieves my body mist from my bag, and comes running back to hand it to me. I open the lid and spray it all over myself, and then Devin, who coughs, waving his arm around.

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