<div class="floatleft">(https://i.ibb.co/MN8BkGh/devon-daniels-6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Devon Daniels (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15007879#msg15007879)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>28<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heterosexual<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>New York City<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>July 3rd, 2019 | Late AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Villa's Competition Area<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black T-Shirt with Kiuas Spirit of Ukko album art (https://www.soundi.fi/wp-content/uploads/old/soundi/record_review/Kiuas_The+Spirit+Of+Ukko_1652.jpg), Sunglasses (https://i.ebayimg.com/images/g/bDwAAOSw2gxYrZs7/s-l300.jpg), Jeans, Black leather belt, Boots<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>Cleo Balleta<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All | Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Unlike the night prior, Devon had actually slept pretty well. In fact, he would have continued sleeping well were it not for Cleo startling awake. You get used to hearing noise of all kinds when living in the city, be it the honking of horns, the sirens howling, or the shrieking of upstairs neighbors having another domestic dispute. So the music didn't at all awake him.<br/><br/>No, it was Cleo's hand suddenly shoving into his stomach as she jumped awake that brought<em>him</em>out of dreamland.<br/><br/>"The ffff...." he coughed, eyes wide and looking around. He had chosen to sleep in just a simple pair of light-and-dark blue striped boxers rather than his lounge pants. He still wasn't really hearing the music yet, though the strumming of the guitar on Junior's First Power Chords sounded more like white noise to his ears. What he<em>did</em>notice were all the women dancing to the tune, a vision that he was appreciative on this morning... though he did need to pull his gaze away long enough to double-check he wasn't sporting a Good Morning Lumberjack in the pants. Once clear, he sat up, grabbed his phone, and checked the latest message. He had to read through it a few times before he understood precisely what it was he was looking at. Song? What song? He didn't hear any... oh. Whatever was playing right now. Finishing up, in fact. That's what the girls were dancing to. Competition, huh? That's right, that was all a part of this, wasn't it? He looked up, noting all the different people rushing in and out of the bathroom to get ready. The girls would no doubt take the longest, what with all the make-up and all. He figured he'd wait a bit, he needed no more than half an hour. Not enough time to do any exercises, but whatever. He rolled off the bed and onto the floor, doing some push-ups and sit-ups just to kill some time before grabbing his selection of clothing for the day.<br/><br/>Perhaps by the end of his shower he'd be somewhat alert.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Man, showers were a wonderful thing. He was most certainly alert now, a smile (or was it a smirk?) spread across his face as he confidently strode through the Villa, following the others to the competition area. He rose an eyebrow at the cheesy, pink and baby blue decor, unable to suppress a chuckle. Once more he took a look into one of the cameras, lifting the shades to his forehead.<br/><br/>"Whaddya think, Marshal?" he asked to his boss, who would no doubt be watching in the future. "Should we hire Love Island's decorator to freshen up Thrashers?" He lowered his shades, laughing as he got himself lined up with the rest. There was a bit of chatter and bustle, but as the rules were explained Devon's brow creased and his smile became mocking.<em>Secrets? Where'd they dig those up?</em>Not like he had anything to... hide...<br/><br/>The transformation occurred before the cameras were switched on. The smile vanished. The brows neutralized. He looked more like the Terminator behind those shades than he did the constantly joking and smiling metalhead that had been wandering the villa the past two days. He tried not to tell any secrets. They prodded him. Like an idiot, he spilled the first thing --<em>the only</em>thing -- that came to mind. At least, the only<em>meaningful</em>secret. One was no big deal, and another he could shrug off or find a way to own it.  No, there was one major bomb that no one else --<em>no one else</em>-- knew. His eyes suddenly scanned the different camera crews and even Caroline herself, as if looking for someone to blame. To attack. To plead with.<br/><br/>No, no no no. They couldn't... They couldn't do that to him. They... couldn't make him do that<em>to her.</em><br/><br/>"Fuck..." he whispered quietly to himself. From then on his arms were locked behind his back, standing upright. Don't think about it. Maybe they'd save it for later or something. Maybe they'd recognize how painful such a secret was. Maybe they'd... not drop a big bomb on network television that would no doubt get all the social media gawkers tapping their phones<em>FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!</em><br/><br/>He tried to steady his breathing, missing whatever silent bickering occurred between Logan and Mark. In fact, he hadn't even caught the first secret. He only tuned back just in time to see that it wasn't his secret revealed. He breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes scanning the different women. Elsa, curiously enough, was very visibly disgusted. No one else seemed to respond so strongly, but even... the... new one? He had already forgotten her name. Bondage Bikini. Even Bondage Bikini didn't seem so impressed, though she also was taking the secret in a bit of stride. He had to admit he was curious, but he'd need a poker face for this. Not even the sake of the competition. Just... he needed to play it cool. He needed to play this best he could, and just...<em>hope</em>that his secret wouldn't be what he thought it was.<br/><br/>So next up came Plain Jane and the Sugar Baby, with her guess being this Logan fellow but the actuality being JJ, one of the other new additions. The one that Devon had sneaking suspicions about. The guy certainly didn't seem to be a submissive, nor did he seem to be the sort to enter an arrangement on love. Definitely one to keep an eye on. Then came Grace's turn and her matching secret of the backseat sixty-nine. Now<em>that</em>made his mouth quirk into a smirk, but ...could that really be Corey? Didn't matter, Grace made her reasoning clear and torpedo'd right towards Corey, planting a big wet one on him. "Yeah Gilligan," he said softly, a huge smile on his face. Then came the reveal... and hot damn, it<em>was</em>Corey! "Yeah Gilligan!" he said a bit louder. He almost clapped the kid on the back right then and there.<br/><br/>Then came Cleo's turn up, and the next secret was... well, a bit easy to suss out. Unless there was a secrets sportscaster in this crew, then it had to have been Muscles over there. So she made the best prediction with a kiss, and what a kiss. His eyebrows raised as well, and at this point he'd almost forgotten that his secret could be next. He wasn't hurt, though. He simply chuckled and grinned. He still wasn't sure what his whole approach to this whole game thing was, but he was glad to see her playing the field best she could. Her confidence was rewarded, and next stepped forward Rhonda Not-So-Rousey. At the reveal of the next secret Devon had held his breath, exhaling in relief that it wasn't his. Safe, for now. She, too, was rewarded with confidence as she planted her lips onto Logan, who turned out to be too cowardly to break a girl's heart once he was done with her. Not surprising. The dude had that "aloof" appearance women liked but it probably just meant he didn't have the balls to properly put his heart on the line.<br/><br/>...damn, man, that's harsh. He shook his head. Maybe he was just feeling raw. After all, his secret could be next. He almost visibly winced as Elsa stepped forward and Caroline unfolded the note. Once more, however, it wasn't his. It was... huh. Well, that was quite a secret. He couldn't help but laugh as Elsa verbally declared that Devon didn't seem to be much of an author as well. Didn't she know that lyrics were poetry?<br/><br/>...okay, they were usually some bad poetry, but still. Wasn't exactly unheard of. No harm taken, though. He merely chuckled and watched as she made her own guess. A surprising one. For a woman sleeping in just a thong and whooping and hollering as she had been, he was surprised to see just a peck on the cheek. She seemed extremely flirtatious and adventurous. Was there something else going on?<br/><br/>Oh no, now he was curious! He had to smile at himself as his own eyes joined Logan's in watching that ass return to the women's line-up. Devon, however, was totally unashamed by his attraction.<br/><br/>No, it turned out to be James, who... had... had Devon even spoken to James? Had he even<em>seen</em>James? All he could remember of the guy was him actually introducing himself, which is why he knew his name better than the others. Huh. So the dude wrote smut, huh? Might get a lot more customers now, what with that secret being outed on national television.<br/><br/>...<em>fuck,</em>his secret had to be coming up. Fortunately, it was not yet time for him. Bondage Bikini stepped forward with all the right amount of jiggle and wiggle, and when the card was read Devon had to do his best to contain his laughter.<em>Oh Gilligan, man, this has you written all over it,</em>he thought to himself. He just imagined the kid sitting the, eyes widening, looking down and shouting "Blimey!" Or wait... blimey was Aussies, wasn't it? Regardless, Devon's eyebrow rose high as Bondage Bikini instead approached him, and when her arm reached up he allowed himself to lean down some. Well, he didn't know what led her to believe it was him (was the the only one not yet revealed?), but he accepted the kiss, though not too deeply. His lips parted enough to welcome hers, but he kept his tongue at bay. Nevertheless, the sensual touch of her fingers against the back of his neck sent a shock of electricity charging down his spine to his hips, as if calling forth The Bone like it was the kraken. Good thing the slumbering beast kept asleep. Nevertheless, Devon smiled at Bondage Bikini as she pulled away, and<em>also</em>admired the view of her posterior as it swayed and tilted provocatively.<br/><br/>He should probably learn her name.<br/><br/>Once she had lined back up and discovered it was another of Logan's secrets, his eyes scanned the line of women once more. Did Red go? He had missed that first one, but... yeah, that was her. Which meant that they were on blondie over there... and...<br/><br/>He took a deep breath. This was it. This was the last one. She stepped forward, Caroline opened the baggage, and...<br/><br/>Fuck...<br/><br/><em>FUCK!</em><br/><br/>It was his. It was his God damn secret. He saw the ring there and he knew precisely what it was before Caroline picked up the card. Before her expression went from jovial to melancholic. Before she read the words... God, and the words! Did he say cheating?! He didn't say cheating, did he! Fuck!<em>Fuck!</em>Inside, Devon was screaming. There was a Tazmanian Devil whirling about shredding his insides and ready to murder every damn bastard on this island. No one had known he ever bought the ring. Not one person.<em>Why the fuck did he tell them?!</em>His expression seemed blank to others with the shades on, but his fingers clenched into fists, desperate to rip and tear into something huge with huge guts. He wanted to just start shredding on his guitar and screaming his rage. Of all the people he<em>could</em>have trusted back home, he instead confessed to a heartless, cold, television company?<em>What the <strong>fuck</strong> was he thinking?!</em>His nostrils flared and he shook a bit. He didn't even notice the blonde pass by and choose another fellow. It wasn't until Caroline spoke again that he was brought back to the present.<br/><br/>He calmed his breathing. Tried to ease himself down. Caroline tried to mouth an apology, and he offered her a smirk and a nod to try and let her know it was okay. But it<em>wasn't</em>okay. Devon was not a man that cried. He'd suffered injuries and bled, but he didn't cry. Only on that day, and no one had been present to see the tears he shed.<br/><br/>But damn if he wasn't on the verge of shedding them now.<br/><br/>Closing his eyes, Devon tried his best to breathe in and out, regaining his composure. He wanted nothing more than to step away right now. To use the diary room to clarify things. To apologize to everyone. To apologize to<em>her</em>. He didn't even know if she'd see, but this... this wasn't the way for her to find out.<br/><br/>This wasn't right.<br/><br/>None of this fucking shit was right.<br/><br/>He tilted his head to the sky and blinked, and amid the chaos of the change over, to James stepping forward to reveal someone else's secret, he swiftly swiped at the corners of his eyes. With those shades on, no one could see he was on the brink.<br/><br/>But he had to steady himself. He needed to be cheerful. He couldn't let anyone know it hurt so damn much. So he smiled, tried to be amused at whatever the secret was, and to look onward in interest, even if this was the last place he wanted to be.