CORRIE

I slammed the door shut, my hand still tight on the door knob of the boardroom, I turned to see Devon relaxing on where Emmette would usually sit, making himself comfortable.

I walked over to him. "You can't sit there."

His eyes trailed to me. "Don't worry about me," Devon chuckled. "I just wanted to know how it feels to be that bastard for once." He added, his eyes still locked on mine.

"Not that I don't have everything I could possibly want. But I understand the kick the bastard gets." A small smile forms on his lips. "Especially now since he gets to have you." I rolled my...