Devin Scott had been a family friend for a long time. He'd come up in conversations at dinner, being praised by your family as someone who was young yet achieved so much. No matter what business your parents wanted to dabble in, Devin was there to advise and assist. A reliable presence in their life, basically.

That was exactly why despite their strict rules of "no hanging out overnight if there are any men there" didn't quite apply when it came to him.

It so happens to be that the seaside town the festival was held in was where Devin's beach house was. A spacious Mediterranean home with a touch of modernity.

"I sent you the passcode to the door. The maid will take you to your room." Devin spoke calmly as he took your luggage, effortlessly lifting it up the steps and into the house.

Walking behind him, you could see the way his biceps flexed against the fitted black shirt, how...muscular he was (this was your first time meeting him, and obviously you expected the man your parents praised to be some kind of nerd). And that watch on his wrist? Probably worth someone's whole year of salary.