Page 31 of Cuffed By Love

"Five years, huh? I would love to meet the woman that managed to tie down the great Devin King." I turn to look at Mira sideways. She's smiling warmly as she picks up her wine and finishes it off.

"You guys make me sound like some infamous player. I wasn't that bad." They all snort, and I gape at them. "Wyatt got more arse than anyone at that school. I can guarantee you that."

Wyatt laughs and bows his head proudly, "That I did, and still very much do my devilishly handsome friend."

Mira and Ayla roll their eyes in exasperation. "Oh, we can most definitely corroborate that. I've lost count of the amount of hot and naked gay men I've walked in on around this place." Mira states, and Ayla nods in agreement.

"Oh God, do you remember that one guy…" Ayla mutters and holds her two index fingers a good ten inches apart, and Mira chokes on her spit and starts to cough.

Wyatt slaps her on the back, beaming. "Oh yes, 'Shlong John' as Mimi calls him."

Ayla throws her head back and laughs whilst Mira clears her throat. "Bloody hell, I almost choked to death on my own saliva. How can we possibly forget Schlong John? It was literally right there…in my face, just staring at me in all of its glory. There was not one hair on that thing."

Wy rubs his jaw and grins widely, "Yeah, I should call him. Johnny was a good time, and I sure as shit couldn't walk straight for days after that beast."

"Yeah, we heard your wailing, and so did the rest of the neighbourhood." Ayla states dryly, and Mira sniggers beside me.

"Oh, like you're any better." Wyatt drawls, throwing a pointed look toward Ayla, and she gapes at him, her mouth ajar. "If I have to put up with you yowling like a banshee, you can put up with my 'wailing' you filthy little tart." Ayla slaps Wyatt, and he scowls at her while he rubs his arm. I sit back and suddenly wonder how many men Mira's had over in her bed.

"And what about Tiny Tinks?" I ask before I can stop myself. Mira turns her amber gaze to me, surprised.

"What about me?" I smile teasingly and look over at Wyatt and Ayla, who are watching on with interest.

"Are you vocal too?" Mira's cheek starts to turn rosy while she stares at me, stunned.

"Like hell, I'm answering that." She states stiffly and quickly averts her gaze from mine and pushes her chair back away from the table a little.

"Wy?" I press, and he looks at Mira and then at me.

"You dare," Mira warns him, eyes wide while pointing a finger at him threateningly.

"Betch, you wound me. I would never do you dirty like that." Wyatt states in a huff, his hand pressed over his chest theatrically. "To be fair though, it has been a while—ow!" Wyatt yelps and rubs his shin, where Mira delivered a swift kick under the table.

"Shut up!" I smile when her cheeks go a deep shade of red. Good God, she's as sweet as sin.

So it's been a while. That means she's single. I shouldn't care, it's none of my business, but I do. I care a fucking a lot, and I can't sit here and deny that I wasn't pleased with the fact that she was single—not that I can actually do anything about it.

"You know what I'm wondering?" Wyatt pipes up, resting his elbows on the table, his long fingers laced together while looks from Mira to me, his eyes full of delight. "Now you're both bound together for God only knows how long, you're clearly going to have to share a bed." Wyatt sniggers. "Will you shower together? And more importantly, how does your girlfriend feel about all of this?"

Mira and I look at one another. I scratch my forehead, suddenly incapable of forming any words. My mind goes completely blank. "We certainly will not be showering together. I can promise you that." Mira states steadfastly. "Besides, we just have to get through tonight, and tomorrow we'll play nice and get these off. Right?" Mira adds, looking at me with hopeful eyes.

I nod. "Right."

Ayla wrinkles her nose, "So, you're both going to rock up to work wearing the same clothes as the day before?"

"Gee Ayla, does it look like we have much of a choice?" Mira bites back irritably with a roll of her eyes, and Ayla grins back at her.

"What if Daddy doesn't let you out tomorrow? Then what?"

Mira scowls, "He will."

"Have you found a way to get Samantha Wickham to publish with us?" Ayla questions, raising a curious brow at us both. Mira's shoulders slump, and she sighs.

"Not yet." She groans, looking at me, and I shake my head.

"Then I'm sorry to inform you that you're not getting out of those cuffs any time soon, baby sis," Ayla informs her blithely. Mira whimpers and presses her forehead to the table.

"This is ridiculous!"

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