Fuck.
I stare at her lips when she bites down on it and momentarily lose all train of thought. I have this overwhelming urge to pull her closer to me, wrap myself around her tight because she fits so perfectly in my arms that it makes me wish we could have stayed in that moment forever—but the unfortunate fact is, we can’t, because it’s wrong. It’s inappropriate, because I have the perfect girlfriend who I love and who loves me too, she’s beautiful, successful and so supportive of my career and choices…
‘But she’s not Tinks.’
And that’s her only downfall. She’s not Tinks.
The longer I stare at Mira the bigger a prick I feel. My conscience begins slowly gnawing away at me the more I think about Megan’s reaction to what’s been happening.
I’m no cheat. Yeah, I’ve messed around, did the whole fuck ‘em and chuck ‘em thing for a while, but it got old fast. I’m a relationship guy. I love the feeling of being in a relationship, spoiling my girlfriend and doing fun things together or even enjoying a nice chilled evening watching movies wrapped up in each other.
I’d love to say I have that with Megs, but unfortunately, I don’t. She’s a social butterfly, loves to be out socialising and networking frequently with her other socialite friends and co-workers. It’s the part of our relationship I don’t favour in the least. I try to keep myself to myself, that’s why I don’t have any social media. My private life is my own and that’s how I’d like to keep it. However, I’ve learnt to deal since it was all thanks to her social status that I’ve got my own record label and the big names signed.
“Devin?” I snap out of my musings and see Mira was watching me, her dark brows drawn together slightly.
“Hm?”
“I asked if you were ready to go?”
I rub my forehead and nod, “Sorry, yes, we can go.”
Mira nods and swipes the car key off the white marble counter. Just as we are about to walk out of the kitchen Wyatt and Ayla come walking in.
“Well, good morning, peach.” He drawls with a knowing smirk directed right at Mira who rolls her eyes.
“Not one word.” Mira warns shoving her finger in his face. Wyatt smiles and shifts his gaze to me and winks. “Nothing—and I can’t stress this enough—happened between Devin and me last night.” She states glaring at both of them and then turns her gaze to me. “Right?”
I nod, “Nope, nothing. Just two people handcuffed together sleeping. Sorry guys, nothing exciting to share with you this morning. But who knows, the day is still young.” I tease and Mira glowers at me.
“Keep dreaming.”
I chuckle rocking back and forth on my feet. “Oh I will.”
Mira mutters incoherently under her breath and reaches into her bag to answer her phone that was ringing. “Lexi? You never call this early. What’s—” Mira stops and pulls the phone away from her ear wincing when Lexi screeches down the phone. Mira swiftly turns her hot gaze to Wyatt and her sister who smile sheepishly. “Jesus, no! We did not sleep together.” Mira states rubbing her forehead frustratedly. “Yes, we did share a bed and technically we did sleep but we did not have sex. There was no having any form of sex. Okay? It’s just Ayla jumping on her train of conclusions as per usual.”
Ayla gives her baby sister an outraged glare. “Excuse you, what was I supposed to think when I walked in and saw you wrapped up rather contently in his arms?” Ayla bites back, placing her hands on her slim waist. Mira turns her wide-eyed gaze to Ayla, her cheeks already glowing.
“You weren’t supposed to think anything because you shouldn’t have rudely barged into my room unannounced in the first place.” Mira chides hotly and scowls at whatever Lexi was saying on the other end of the phone conversation. “No, Lex, I wasn’t. Okay fine, I was, but it wasn’t intentional okay! Jesus, are we done? Let me take this moment to remind you all that you’re grown arse adults. This isn’t an episode of Gossip Girl.”
“Lex, if you could see her face she’s growing redder by the second! Oh wait.” Wyatt teases pulling out his Iphone to snap a photo of Mira and laughs when she hits him with her purse. “And sent.”
“You are so dead!”
“Kill me softly, peach. I gotta dash.” Wyatt smirks and drops a kiss on Mira’s forehead before he saunters toward the front door. “Xoxo, betch.”
“Lex, I’ll talk to you later. I’m running late for work.” Mira huffs, pacing back and forth agitatedly. “Oh my God, I’m hanging up!” Mira ends the call, her eyes close briefly. “It’s too early for this shit. Here’s some food for thought. Maybe next time get your facts straight before you start gossiping, Ayla.”
Ayla’s eyes flash with offence. “I was not gossiping. Wyatt saw me high-tailing it out of your bedroom and asked me what was up, so I told him what I saw. He’s the one that called Lexi, not me.”
This whole situation is very awkward and I’m not entirely sure if I should say something or keep quiet.
Mira rolls her eyes, “Last time I checked spreading false information is considered gossiping, Ayla.” She stresses and turns her angry gaze to me. “I told you, you haven’t missed much. Same shit, different day.” I follow her when she drags me along with her to the front door all the while muttering under breath.
“Tinks, you okay?” I question when we leave the house and walk toward my Lamborghini Urus.
“I’m fine.” She replies curly and unlocks the car. She goes to open the door but I push it shut and turn her to face me. Mira frowns and looks up at me questioningly. “What? I said I’m fine, Devin.”
“Look, I know it’s not exactly a great start to the day, but don’t you think you’re overreacting a touch?”