She gave him a quick kiss before she broke herself free and headed down the hallway. She was going to grab her keys and purse and slip out. "I'll see you later," she said, determined to make it out of his place.
Ever since the fight, she'd been spending her nights at his place. He would stay with her every once in a while, but there weren’t many nights they weren't together. She liked it.
Each morning they would see each other and start their day, and at the end of each day, they could go back to each other. Honestly, they were pretty much living together.
She went home and prepared herself to look decent for the charity event. Devlin was throwing a party to celebrate them finally coming together and to celebrate the donation he was making to the charity.
She curled her hair and applied some makeup. She stared at herself in the mirror, taking in her look. She looked happier than she ever thought was possible.
Her eyes seemed brighter, and her mind sharper. She seemed to be in a peppier mood, and even her dark thoughts seemed fewer.
She had decided to wear a plum-colored dress with some jewelry to match. She slipped on her heels when she heard Devlin calling her cell phone. She answered, grabbing her keys and heading for the door.
"You're running a little late," he snickered on the other end. "I'm downstairs. I thought you said you still needed your own place because it was quicker."
She opened her door and smirked. "You should know by now not to rush perfection."
She heard his deep chuckle, and it sent sparks down her entire body. "Darling, you were already perfect."
She found him leaning against a limo, waiting. He had a lazy smile plastered on his face, and his eyes lit up when he saw her. He wore a nice tuxedo with his hair combed back. Even now, he still made her heart flutter.
He pulled the door open for her, kissing her as she reached him. He gave her a hand in before he climbed in after her.
He kissed her on the cheek as the car pulled out, wrapping his arms around her. "You smell wonderful."
"Thank you." She leaned into him. "You do as well." She tilted her head, wondering if he had made his phone call. "So, did you make your donation?"
"I did. I called Gerri, and she said to drop it off at her work. She preferred the paper check.”
It made her happy to know he donated money to a charity that was in desperate need of it. She leaned into him. "And this party? Is there anything I should know?"
He gave her shoulders a squeeze. "The party will be fun."
She wasn't used to being in the spotlight or having someone that had so much money, but it was growing on her. She could lean on Devlin if she needed help when under pressure.
"Everyone is going to be there to celebrate us and the donation. Your friends will be there. Everything will be fine. Don't worry."
She normally would worry, but his calming words made it easier for her. She nodded, looking forward to it. She couldn't say she wasn't.
When they arrived at Devlin's work, everyone was already on the rooftop. They cheered, and confetti poppers popped up into the air. She broke out with a smile, taking everyone in.
The rooftop had been transformed into a beautiful area. There were streamers hung and tables with linen and flowers all over the space. There were lights strung and gentle music playing. She was stunned.
Dana and Tasha waited by the food, overjoyed to see her. Gerri was there as well, chatting away with someone. Devlin's work partners had crowded around, and everyone was eager to meet her.
Devlin never left her side. He rested his hand on her hip, leaning into her. He'd offer her a quick kiss on the cheek or a squeeze of her hip every few moments. Her heart soared.
She knew Devlin loved her. He'd only proven it each and every day. She loved him just as strongly. She saw they were made for each other.
After a while, they found a spot in the corner to eat. She was chewing on her sandwich while he was flipping through his phone. She leaned over, peering at his phone. "What's so important?"
He broke out in a smile. "I was just reading the article about the donation that was made."
"And?" Her eyes widen. "Is it good?"
He chuckled. "I don't think you can write a bad article about a donation. It's nice. It was saying part of the money was going toward housing, and the other parts were being used for food and clothes. Everyone loves you."
She smiled, imagining just how many people it was going to help. Devlin had done an amazing thing. Sure, it was in her name, but it was still his money.