The Belle Revenge (Killer Sex Book 1)

La Vie En Rose

Ivy's Pov.

I really have to start living my vie en rose, as in not always bloody, but that's the job I guess. I wake up in a strange bed, I look around the room, until I hear the door open.

Isiah: You're awake, that's good to see.

Ivy: How long was I out?

Isiah: Two days.

Ivy: Did you catch the shooter?

Isiah: No.

He walks towards me, until I'm pinned to the wall.

Ivy: What are you doing?

Isiah: Why did you take the bullet for me?

Ivy: I couldn't let the only other person Ivan cared about die.

Isiah: You are a very intriguing lady Miss Belle.

I push him away.

Ivy: I should go, I wasn't planning on getting shot, just on letting you know about Ivan.

Isiah: What is your next step?

Ivy: I have an apartment in the city, I'm going to take some time off, I can't work right now, not after what happened with Ivan, no one would hire me anyways.

Isiah: What if you work for me?

Ivy: What?!

Isiah: No one would suspect you to be my bodyguard, and after what happened the other night, it would be good to keep you around.

Ivy: I will think about it.

Isiah: I'll have someone drive you home.

Ivy: Thanks.

I get into the car arranged by Sinclair, knowing he's watching my every step. What a day. I'm finally in my apartment, I open the air vent, and update Agent Fuentes on everything. The next day I call Sinclair, and tell him I accept his offer, he has me meet him at the club, in his office.

Ivy: Wow you fixed this place up pretty quickly.

He laughs.

Ivy: So If I am to be your bodyguard undercover, what would my cover be?

Isiah: You will pose as my girlfriend.

Ivy: What?! I can't do that, the guy I love just died.

Isiah: I know, but it's the best cover, and I promise the worst thing we'd have to do is kiss.

Ivy: Fine, I'm sorry I should be more professional.

He caresses my cheek.

Isiah: I'm the one that should be sorry, I'm hurting too. 

Xavier: Sir, your party has arrived.

Isiah: I have invited some of our most likely suspects to a poker game. Let the games begin. Shall we?

He extends his arm out, and I take it. We walk into the room to find, Marco Leon, renowned arms dealer, Parker Shaw, lawyer to all creeps, and Tyson Bayou, drug kingpin. 

Marco: Well who is this lovely lady?

Ivy: I'm his girlfriend .

Parker: A lady who can speak for herself, I do like the feisty one's. 

Isiah: And I'm not one to share.

Ivy: Don't worry baby, I'm all yours. 

I give him a lite peck, but Sinclair deepens it.

Tyson: Do you have a sister by any chance?

Ivy: Only child sorry.

They all laugh. Sinclair doesn't let his hold on me let up, he sits down, and pulls me down on his lap, he plays for hours, while I listen to their conversations. He wins the last hand.

Isiah: Well gentleman, I believe it's time we call it a night.

They all shake hands with Sinclair, and kiss my hand, I can feel him get angry, he only calms down when we're finally all alone in the room.

Ivy: Mr.Sinclair what is your problem?!

Isiah: First call me Isiah, and second, you, you are my problem. I can't stop thinking about you, I know you're Ivan girl, and I shouldn't want you, but I do.

He kisses me, I push him off, and slap him. I walk out. I grab a taxi straight to my apartment. It is so much fun playing with men. I know he's going to follow me. I get home, and take my dress off, I hear banging on the door.

Isiah: Ivy, open the door!

Ivy: Go away.

I hear him open the door with a key, exactly what I was expecting.

Ivy: What the hell?! Get out.

Isiah: Dam you are hot when you're angry.

He runs up to me, and kisses me hard.

I kiss him back.

Ivy: Stop, we can't do this to Ivan. I won't lie, you are definitely my type, but I just lost one man, I can't lose another.

Isiah: You will never lose me.

I wrap my legs around him, and let him fuck me into the morning.