When Devin King first entered my life, he marked every aspect of it as uncharted territory. The saying that you never forget your first is true, as despite my efforts, his memory lingered deep within my thoughts and emotions. I naively believed my heart wouldn't long for something unseen, but I was wrong; his presence remained etched in my memory, not for a single second. In our youth, when hormones and conflicting feelings ruled, we defied the norm and shared a kiss, a touch, and a connection that felt uniquely intimate. He was the first to claim those tender moments, and as he whispered, "Promise me you want to be mine," I did, without hesitation. But that promise led to a storm, and after giving him my trust and innocence, he vanished, leaving me alone with the echoes of our passion and the scent of him still clinging to my skin. Decades later, fate brought him back as the new CEO of our company, a sudden surprise that left me reeling. Seeing him in the office after all that time was shocking, almost disorienting, and when he flashed that captivating smile, my heart skipped a beat. Yet, the anger and hurt I carried remained buried, because I couldn't forgive him for disappearing without a trace. Here I stand, the vice president of a reputable publishing firm, handcuffed to the very man who once held my heart captive. You may wonder why this scene unfolded, but let me tell you, there's a tale behind these handcuffs...
