FALLING FOR DEVON KINGS

ChapterFour

DEVON POV

I stare down at the living representation of perfection laying on the bed, naked without any care in the world as memories of last night flood my stream of consciousness.

Honestly only a fool will let someone so delicately sculpted slip through their fingers, from her rich dark hair to her puppy brown eyes that begged to be f****d, her petite stature, curves that served as a surface for the creation of the half moon and addictive voice.

I don't mind waking up to this scene everyday but there is something I love more than women and that's my business. So I arrange my clothes one more time and proceed to the door but then the thought of how we ended up in bed last night reminds me that the little princess in bed didn't take her bags with her.

I’d just send my driver to drop her. Screw that, I don't even know her name, I'd just leave some cash and hope she doesn't see it the wrong way, I know she's not that type, I also felt it too last night.

I dropped some cash on the table and my business card, it would have been easier to ask for her number but she looks annoyingly gorgeous sleeping and given the fact that she didn't recognise me yesterday this will help me rectify if it was just an act.

I walk out of the room and my body guard and driver is already standing outside the door. Eric, one of the most loyal people I know.

“Good morning sir” he says with a nod.

“Morning” I reply walking down the stairs. I don't bother looking back at the club because the only reason I was here was to celebrate with Mike, my friend who owns the club. This is the fifth club he has opened in three weeks.

I walk out and spot the limo across the street, Eric is always one step ahead.

The drive home was quiet as usual but it suddenly feels too calm despite the classical music in the background.

Something’s….. missing and the fact that I can't place it pisses me off.

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“What's got your eyebrows furrowed?” Mike says, snapping me from my thoughts.

“Nothing” I reply sharply and he rolls his eyes “what the f**k you rolling your eyes for?” I say getting irritated.

“Can you just drop the act and have conversations like a normal person?” He says glaring at me.

“It's too early mike, go get busy I have work to do” I reply flipping through files and he scoffs

“You're usually grumpy but today you're grumpy and it's not even 12:00 yet” What's that supposed to mean? “Let me guess the chick last night didn't impress you?” He says and I pause.

“Leave her out of this, why are you here?” I say feeling annoyed that he read my emotions wrong.

“Okay, someone’s getting possessive, that means I am right,” he replies, smirking , completely ignoring my question.

“No, in fact you are wrong, I may be thinking about her but it has nothing to do with yesterday” I reply, still avoiding eye contact.

“Okay…. So what exactly about her are you thinking of” he says sitting upward like we are having a serious conversation.

“She was still asleep when I left and she wasn't with her bag so I left her cash and my business card before leaving” I say finally looking at my friend who is grinning like an i***t.

“So… You're bothered because?” He edges me on.

“I don't know, what if she thinks I was calling her a w***e with my actions” I blurt out my exact thought like an i***t.

“Wait. She's not?” He asks, looking puzzled.

“No” I reply suspiciously fast, earning me more attention from my dear friend.

“But she slept with you, a complete stranger,” he says, clearly trying to piss me off.

“Having a one night stand does not make someone a w***e, she's not that type I.. felt it, quit smiling else you’re going to break your cheekbone” I say trying to distract myself.

“Okay, who are you and what have you done to Devon” he says giggling like a teenage girl because apparently my discomfort brings him sooo much joy.

“Shut up” I say beyond irritated.

“Honestly, when have you cared about anyone but yourself, you never show up at any of my club openings and you came yesterday because you were pissed the company you had in mind proved incompetent and you have to work with PRECIOUS STONES LTD”

Speaking of PRECIOUS STONES, I have a meeting in the next two hours.

“I have a meeting to prepare for with the said company, so shut the door on your way out” I say burying my face in my files.

“If it will interest you to know, she ran out of the club at exactly 5:30 this morning and cash was found in your room but she took your business card” he says standing up.

I was right. “Do you know her name?” I ask and regret it immediately.

“Bro, you don't know her name or you forgot her name?” He asks unamused.

“There was no time for introduction yesterday, so are you going to tell me her damn name or keep smirking like an i***t” this is the third time I have used this word in less than one hour.

“Now I see why you're all worked up, she didn't recognize you” I stay silent “so f*****g predictable, her name is Janet”

“Janet who?” I fired back clearly unsatisfied with his half response.

“I'm sorry that's all I got” he says with a shrug and walks towards the door.

He opens the door “Janet Smith” he says before walking out. Moron.

I put a call through to James “I need information on a certain Janet smith”

“Okay” I love a good response.

I finish up all the work that needs to be done silently dreading my meeting with PRECIOUS STONES. The current CEO goes by the name Damien who I haven't met before, he’s the only son of the stones family, just like me he took over his father's business and he's doing a great job in expansion topping the chart as the most reliable jewelry company and he has my respect for that.

The person I have a problem with is… his dad, What's one polite way to put it? His father is a d**k and a major pain in the ass.

A swift knock on the door and James comes in, he's my PA who happens to be incredibly good with tech.

“Sir, it's time for the meeting,” he says, adjusting his glasses.

“And?” I ask, waiting for the rest of his information.

“Janet Smith is twenty seven from California, she owned a designing brand in France where she lived with her boyfriend for two years and six months, her business collapsed due to financial issues and she moved to New York followed by her break up. Her elder sister Cherry Smith works in the software department on the tenth floor and she currently works as Mr. Damien stones PA in PRECIOUS STONES” He ends and takes a breath, he needed it after all that information.

Her sister is Cherry, one of my devoted software engineers, explains her access to the club. Her story checks out. Seems like this meeting could be bearable after all.

“Call Eric, I would be down in a minute” I say dismissing James.

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We just arrived at PRECIOUS STONES a few minutes and currently we are sitting in the board room. Within three minutes the door flies open and DAMIEN walks in alongside a familiar petite stature. f**k she looks more beautiful than I remembered in her white blouse, black pencil skirt with a slit that hugs her curve perfectly, her hair is in a ponytail exposing her bare neck.

“I hope I didn't keep you waiting” Damien says and I keep my eyes on little miss perfection as I speak.

“Not at all” she looks at me after hearing my voice and her eyes widen she opens her mouth a little and closes them back swallowing hard while twisting in her chair. Damn.

“I was told beforehand that you need us for media coverage,” Damien says, forcing me to look at him.

“Yes, it's more like a promotion for your company” I say firmly.

“what do you get in return?” he asks puzzled.

“Well, creating a documented follow up on the expansion of your company strengthens our media credibility and relevance” clearly what we need after the stunt that dirt bag pulled.

“What's the time frame?” he says while notifying Jane who seems to be captivated by her notebook because she's been staring at it from the beginning of the meeting.

“Two months Max” I say while getting an affirmative nod from James.

“you will receive our terms and conditions before the end of the day” he looks at Jane again for confirmation and she still doesn't bulge.

“Likewise” I say watching his jaw tense.

“We will stay in touch in the meantime” he says and we both stand.

“Thank you for your compliance” I end with a handshake.

Short, simple, straight to the point just how I like it, seems like Mr. Damien is a contract to his father.

We walk towards the last floor and I watch little miss perfection till she fades my line of vision.

“When do they go on lunch break?” I ask James as we approach the exit.

“Right about now sir” he replies checking his wrist Watch.

Perfect timing.

“Kindly notify Miss Janet Smith that I would like to have a word with her” I say moving towards the underground parking lot where my limo is parked at the entrance.

“Yes sir” James

says before lifting his phone.

Since business is checked off the list, the next agenda should be women or should I say a certain….. woman.