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seen him smile around a grown man before like he does around Devyn. Like they’ve known each other forever. James has seen things, and heard things. Things that will haunt me forever. Brock had been different though. I’d never seen him blow up like that.
    James and Devyn seem to be having a good time though, and I really just want to sit here a little while longer. My legs stiffen under the sheets as I stretch my arms up to the ceiling and yawn. I pull the laptop over to my waist and make the security window smaller on the screen. I pull up YouTube.
    “Let’s see what all the fuss is about you, Devyn.” I type his name in the search bar and the first video has a hundred million views. “Jesus.”
    The title says ‘Devyn O’Dare Debut Knockout’. I click play and the arena is packed. Devyn wears his fighting robe thing the same way he wore his hoodie in the parking lot. To say he looks intimidating would be an understatement.
    He’s in the ring and they’re about to start. I feel butterflies swarming in my stomach, just from the suspense. I’ve never watched boxing, or any of this type of stuff. I always thought it was stupid for two men to get in a ring and beat each other senseless. But, for some reason I feel a tingling working through my inner thighs, waiting to see what happens. Devyn’s body doesn’t hurt matters. His tattoos and those eyes own my stare as the referee jumps out of the way and they start after each other.
    The other guy takes a swing and… “Oh my God!” I turn my head from the screen and cover my face. I’m not sure I can unsee that. Something about it though. A warmth is working over my body and the feeling is going directly where I try to keep it from. I look back to the screen and it’s frozen, Devyn’s whole body is in the frame and it’s like he’s staring right at me, his neck and shoulder muscles bulging, and he’s covered in a fine sheen of sweat.
    My hand makes its way down my stomach and slides into my panties. When my middle finger runs over my clit and through my folds I let out a soft moan. I look over at him and picture him on top of me, staring down at me with those eyes, that fierce intense gaze as he goes into me, slowly at first. I know I should stop. But the fact the only thing that separates us is the door has my thighs quivering around my hand.
    I close my eyes as he thrusts into me over and over, harder and faster. My fingers circle my swollen clit and I cover my mouth with my free hand and moan his name into it. “Devyn.”
    Two of my fingers slip inside of me and I arch my back, imagining his hips grinding into me, his full length hitting all of my spots just right. I open my eyes and stare into his face on the screen as my hips lift from the bed, and my slick walls squeeze tight around my fingers. “Oh God, Devyn.” I squeal into my hand as my vision blurs and I feel my release. Jolts of pleasure course down to my core as I gasp to catch my breath, before lowering back down to the mattress.
    I take a few deep breaths and regain my composure. The guilt overwhelms me. I can’t believe I just did that. What are you doing, Carly?
    James is all that’s on my mind. He’s all I have time to care about. He’s my world. It’s not like Devyn wants me anyway. He’s a superstar celebrity. I’m a single mother with nothing. It’s about time I started living in reality. While this little fairytale moment is nice, it doesn’t change the fact that Devyn was drunk, and can’t even remember wrecking his car. No, I have to push these feelings of lust deep down inside and focus on my son. That’s what is going to happen.

CARLY
     
    I’m sitting on the couch next to James and Devyn watching TV. A few hours have passed. My thighs keep scissoring together every time Devyn so much as moves and I can’t help myself. Every move, every breath, has me wanting him more, so I focus my attention on James.
    I hear someone fiddling with the lock at the front door and