Page 70 of Cuffed By Love

"That sounds good to me. Where do I sign." I reply coquettishly, letting my eyes skim over the length of him while he openly gives me a once over. Mario is the definition of a bad boy. He exudes that wickedness that screams, I'm going fuck you till your lungs cave in. And that is precisely what the doctor ordered. No strings attached, just some good old fashioned adult fun. This is what I need to get my mind off Devin—because Dev is the hottest kind of fire I can't be playing with, and I absolutely am not looking to get burnt again. Which is where things are headed with him.

"Maybe next time Mateo. Myfriendand I are in a bit of a rush." Devin sneers, wrapping his fingers around my wrist and starts pulling me away.

"Wait, we're leaving? We just got here." I complain while begrudgingly following him toward the exit.

"That's enough exercise for one day," Devin grumbles, ushering me away hurriedly. I look back at Mario, who smiles and gives me a wave and does the phone gesture with his hand telling me to call him. "Seriously, Tinks, if that's you flirting, I now understand why you're single."

I scoff and give him a dirty look when he looks back at me as we reach the changing rooms. "There's nothing wrong with my flirting, thank you very much." I hold up the card Mario gave me with a satisfied smirk. "That was me not even trying."

Devin eyes the card and then turns his fired up gaze to mine while he rubs his fingers over the stubble on his chin, "I'd hate to see you when you are. That douche-nozzle was making a sale, Tinks. That's his job. He's using his looks and charms to lure clients like you to sign up, and then he'll charge extortionate fees to 'personally train you' it's all a gimmick."

I sigh lustfully, "Well, then he's terrific at his job because I'm sold. So say hello to your new gym buddy." I coo, reaching up to squeeze his cheeks. "We're going to have a blast." Devin agitatedly rolls his eyes with a shake of his head and turns, all but stuffing me into the changing room.

"Oh, we'll see about that." He grunts, walking in after me.

"What did you say?"

"Not a thing."

* * *

"So, where are we going?"Devin queries while pulling my convertible out of the driveway to my house. After the gym, we came back here so Devin could shower, and we changed for our night out. I opted for a white flowy swiss dot, cold shoulder, ruffle hem belted dress and gold sandals with the straps covered in diamanté’s. Dev chose a pair of cotton, powder blue co-ord shorts and a shirt with a pair of white loafers. I like the casual side to him, even if it is Wyatt's clothes he's wearing.

"You'll see." I smile while I type the address to the place we're going into the navigation system.

"Wherever we're going, please tell me there's food because I'm famished." Devin grouses, giving me a side stare and smirks when I nod in response.

"Oh, there's food all right. Prepare your little heart because you are going to fall out of your arse in love, Devin King." I gush and push the button to roll the top and windows down to my car. The weather is stunning, warm with a gentle breeze, the sun just about to set, illuminating the sky with that gorgeous mixture of purple and orange.

Devin chuckles and turns his attention to the road while I fiddle with the sound system, "I'm not that easy to please, but all right. Bring it on, Tinks." I find the song I was looking for and turn it up. After we left the gym, Dev's mood was a little sour. I think my whole exchange with Mario might have bothered him more than I had foreseen. I mean, truth to be told, that wasn't honestly my intention at all. However, we almost kissed earlier, which clearly means he feels just as conflicted and confused as I do about us.

This whole thing has become such a head fuck, but if I don't slam down on the brakes, it's going to get real messy. Two more days, then with a bit of luck, we'll be rid of these cuffs, and we can go back to some form of normalcy and not be in each other’s faces twenty-four-seven.

The drive to the place I was taking him was an enjoyable one. It's a forty-minute drive to where we're headed. The roads are rather empty, and Devin didn't seem to be in a rush to get there, so we cruise at seventy mph down the dual carriageway. Music is up, and we belt out the classics we'd listen to growing up. I turn the volume up when 'My heart will go on' by Celine Dion starts to play. Devin groans, shaking his head, "Oh, Tinks, for the love of God don't."

I fight off the inclination to laugh out loud at the look on his face when I start singing the lyrics to him. I drove him mad singing this to him after I forced him to watch Titanic with me years ago.

Devin's eyes keep darting between the road and me while I sing along to the song, his lips curl into a brilliant smile despite his best efforts to come off displeased. "Don't do it." He chuckles, shaking his head, knowing exactly what's coming. I grab hold of his arm, and just as the song hits the high note, I belt out the lyrics to him, "You're here, there's nothing I fear, and I know that my heart will go on." I sing and give him an expectant look, and he takes my hand into his own when he rolls to a stop at a set of traffic lights.

"You're safe in my heart, and my heart will go on." He sings back to me, his eyes gazing adoringly into mine. He raises my hand to his lips and brushes a kiss in the centre of my palm.

"Oh, we should watch Titanic tomorrow!"

"No!" Devin exclaims hurriedly. I giggle a little at the panicked look on his handsome face.

"Why not? It's a classic and such a beautiful film. You know you secretly love it." I contest with a pout.

"Yes, yes, I love it so much that I watch it with my eyes closed. Waiting and wondering when boredom will finally finish me off. But, unfortunately, thanks to you and your weird obsession with Leonardo Di Caprio, I've already wasted countless hours that I will never be able to get back on that film over the years. Hard pass." Devin declares truthfully. "Like sitting through that film for three hours isn't bad enough, you turn into a blubbering mess afterwards."

I gape at him. "He freezes to death in the water while her fat arse hogs up the door that was clearly big enough to fit them both. You're just dead inside, Devin King." I tell him earnestly while I jab my index finger into his strapping chest and mentally marvel at the firmness.

Devin laughs heartily, "If I'm dead inside Tinks, it's because you forced me to watch that film with you a million times, killing a little piece of my soul each time. So truthfully, you have no room to complain because you only have yourself to blame on that account." He defends with an offhanded shrug, his eyes practically gleaming.

"How about dirty dancing then?" I ask while I attempt to climb over the seat to get out of the car, which was much easier with the top down.

"Meh."

I take his offered hand, and he lifts me out of the car. "Meh?" I intone contemptuously. "Don't you dare stand there and tell me you didn't enjoy dirty dancing because I know that's a bald-faced lie, Devin King?"