Chapter 14-Jealous

Mariyah watched the woman in front of her, Willow she knew how women behave, after all she was also a woman and she knew Willow was flirting with him, she felt like punching her in the face , so she stared at her angrily but why was she even reacting like this, she didn't know Devonte was watching her and he smiled, he glanced at Davis, who gave him a thumbs-up, the chat ended after some hours and Devonte let her out of his office. "Good riddance!" he said immediately Willow left, Mariyah chuckled, "She seemed to be into you" she said. Devonte stopped in his tracks, "Well to be bad, I've already found someone." he smirked at her and was walked closer to her. "What were you guys talking about?" she asked , she needed to know. "You know I saw how you looked at her right, it's okay if you're jealous. " he continued. "I'm not jealous I just-" , "Shh" he placed his finger on her lips, "You have no idea what I want to do to you right now." he continued.

Mariyah had been waiting for this moment, their first kiss , she came prepared for it and they started moving closer to each other without breaking the eye contact until they could fell each other's breath and their nose touched each other. "Don't be jealous, you're mine. " and with that he pressed his lips against hers, it was a short yet passionate one . Once they let go, Mariyah smiled at him, it felt surreal but she couldn't help but think she was out of his league. "What's wrong?" he asked. " I don't know, I just feel like I'm not supposed to be with you, you're rich I'm poor, you're classy and stuff and here I am just normal. " she said sadly. "It's okay, you're perfect just the way you are, plus you could teach me some virtues." Mariyah laughed, "Thank you, I really appreciate it, plus who is that?" she said and pointed to the silent statue watching them, "That's Davis, my butler so if you need anything ask him."he replied. "Ok then I guess I better go back to work."

The day went by quickly and for the first time Devonte and Mariyah were having a decent conversation, then they went to their childhood. "Who are your parents?" Devonte asked , he regretted asking because he noticed how her whole face looked gloomy. "You don't have to answer." he said quickly, he wanted to avoid having any arguments . "No it's okay, well they're dead." she said. "I'm so sorry I didn't mean to bring it up. " he apologized. Mariyah remembered what he said earlier , "I know I'm not a good person but when I say sorry I mean it. " she couldn't help but she smiled. "Well.. I'm going home now. "she said and stood up to pack her stuff.

There was a hint of disappointment in Devonte's face. "Bye , see you tomorrow." , "Bye my dear girlfriend." he replied