My Child, Crush, and I

Chapter 4: Devin

{Hey everyone, thank you so much for reading this book so far! And comment if would want to see a picture of Devin. This is somewhat Devin's point of view but not really because there is a narrator. But you kind of get what I mean. I hope. And here is a song called My House by Flo Rida. One last thing, I had finals this week so, I tried to work around my schedule and all. Hope you enjoy!}

Just like Tasha, Devin has a daily routine. It's usually like wake up, get ready for meeting/practice, chill, more meetings or just a meeting, hang with friends, eat dinner, chill. It was all just an easy life.

Devin had a meeting and lunch with his father. He had other things to do like practice. He woke up, took a shower, and did his morning routine.

Devin's practice was going to be quick and easy especially that he's the captain. He is strong and handsome. His abs and mussels are hard as a rock. You can only see his dimples when he smiles or laughs. His hair is brown but sometimes he dies the tips blonde.

~Practice~

"-And Devin stop slacking. I will talk to you later. Everybody get the hell out of my face before my head blows off." Devin's coach, Coach T, was getting upset at the team for not playing there best foot forward. Especially for Devin since he's the captain. He walked away from his coach because he couldn't with his attitude today.

Devin got home and took a shower. He was ready for the meeting with his dad by wearing a suit. It was a navy blue suit with no tie. His white shirt was untucked, and his hair was messy but a good messy.

He walked into his father's office. His dad, Mr. Wexler, not Mr. Moore, is a business owner. He gives his family $1,000 a month. Mr. Wexler was high class, famous all around Boston, and obviously rich.

"Sup Dad!" Devin exclaimed. "Son, sit down" "OK" Devin shrugged. Devin sat down and took some water that his father offered.

"Devin, you are going to have to move back to New Jersey." "Why I love it here in Boston?" "Well, your coach wants to start having practice there. And to stay on the down low so nobody recognizes you." "So you fucking called me over to talk about moving shit? I actually have a life out of basketball! Send me an email, text, call, just something. But noooo you have to drag my ass here like you do for every woman!" Devin shouted.

Devin was already mad because of his practice and every little thing got him madder. Devin walked out of his father office and slammed his father's door shut. He hasn't been in New Jersey since high school and a little bit of college. The number one thing he didn't want was to bump into his old friend Tasha.

"Watch your damn tone with me. That bitch doesn't know how to take care of two damn children. If I haven't left, you would be taking over my business. It has to be the firstborn. But your shit of a brother Devań has the job!" his father shouted from the closed door. "Go fuck yourself or something Dad!"

With that, Devin stormed out of his father's building. He was mad, madder than mad, angry, furious. There was no way that his so-called 'father' was going to disrespect his family like that. That was one of the reasons why he dumped his last girlfriend, Becky with the bad hair. OK, but really her name is Jeniffer. She was talking crap about his younger brother.

Devin was packing all of his stuff. It was going to be another journey for him. At least he gets to see his family and practice for basketball. All the stuff going on his mind was too much for him. So, he went to get a drink, a glass of lemon juice. It was pretty strong and he wasn't really the drinking type. He only drank on family gatherings and special occasions like a holiday or a birthday.

He gathered the rest of his stuff and left his mansion. He stepped foot onto his private jet and saw his teammates.

"Aye Moore is here! Time to start the party." He took one drink and then another and then another. They were having a lit party. Dancing, drinking, partying, and girls. Devin wasn't the type of person to just have fun with a random girl. He believed that you should get to know them first.

Before he knew it, it was an hour and he had to let everyone go so he could leave. He did a quick cleanup and will let his maid do the rest.

"OK George, I'm ready. George you awake. Geroge. George!" Devin shouted. George, the pilot, had finally woken up. He started flying up into the blue sky.

Devin landed in New Jersey. He first went to his parent's house in an old beat up car. Then to his new house. His brother lives in Boston to run his father's company.

His house new house is nice. Well, beautiful, gorgeous, amazing. The whole neighborhood had gorgeous houses. People in the neighborhood looked at him weirdly. And then they noticed him.

"OMG, I've seen him when my boyfriend watches basketball on the TV. His name is like Moore or something." Someone shouted and then other people recognized him. It was a big mob of fans.

Devin quickly walked, ok sorry, he quickly ran into his house. He was huffing and puffing. And then he looked out of his window. There were people on the side of his house. "Shit." Deven sighed.

He ran outside to the next house without being caught. He knocked on the front door. "Hello," he knocked. Alice opened the door, "Mommy there's a tall man at the door!"

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