Heartbreak Girl (H.S) (New Girl Sequel)

Chapter 24: Sugar Daddy & Dangerous Drivers

Ivy's POV

"So I'm gonna have my driver drive you home because they need me at the office as soon as possible," Ben explained as we pulled into the garage.

"That's okay. I'm sorry you had to go all the way to get me last night," I pouted.

"Don't be, I'm glad you called me out of everyone else. Plus if you hadn't called me last night, we wouldn't be boyfriend and girlfriend right now," he grinned.

I interlocked our finger and smiled down at them.

"I haven't been this happy in a long time," I glanced up at him.

Ben lifted our hands to kiss the back of my hand. His cheek pink from his bright smile.

His cell phone beeping interrupted our sweet moment.

"That's the office," he groaned. "You're okay with my driver taking you, right?"

I nodded, "I'd feel bad for making you clear your entire schedule just go drive me home."

Ben shook his head at me, "I'd give up an entire week's worth of work for you."

My cheeks heated up.

He laughed and pecked my lips, "Neil will drive you home in this car and I'm gonna take my Range Rover."

"You have more than one car?"
"I'm a CEO I could own enough cars to open a car dealership if I wanted to babe."

"I got myself a sugar daddy then?" I teased.

Ben scrunched his nose in disgust, "I don't like that name. It's gross when girls call their boyfriends that."

I tried my hardest not to blush, "Yeah it's creepy."

"Alright, I really need to get going or my work load will triple in minutes," he groaned.

"Go, go, I'll text you later."

Ben pecked my lips again, grabbed his phone out of the cup holder, and slid out.

Within seconds an older man climbed in the driver's seat and took out of the garage. He was driving faster than I felt comfortable with.

"I'm guessing you're Neil," I nervously chuckled and grabbed onto the door handle of my door with my left hand (a/n: in Europe the passenger sits where the driver sits in American cars)

Neil nodded, "Are ye Ivy?"

His voice was deep with an obviously thick Irish accent.

We hit a bump which made my butt literally lift off the leather seat, I held onto the handle as if my life depended on it.

"That's me," I squeaked.

Neil looked over at me shaking in fear and laughed in entertainment.

"Don't worry, I've been driving Ben for years and never made a dent on a car. You're in good hands."

I nervously glanced over at him and chuckled.
•••

"Oh thank God, we were worried something happened to you," Ana sighed and greeted me with a tight hug.

"Sorry I got a little drunk last night and had someone come pick me up. I totally didn't think about texting you guys when I woke up."

Ana waved me off and walked back behind the kitchen counter to continue cutting fruit for lunch.

"At least you're fine. Was this person that picked up a guy?" She winked.

I blushed, "Maybe."

Ana glance up from the fruit and smirked, "Care to share who?"

My face turned beat red as I plopped down on one of the stools in front of the counter.

"It's nobody," I shook my head.

Ana kept her smirk and continued slicing melon, cantaloupe, pineapple, banana, kiwi, strawberry, and some watermelon.

The kitchen remain silent except for the knife hitting the cutting board and me munching on some of the fruit.

"Ben," Ana gasped out of no where.

I froze in the middle of taking a bite of banana.

"It was Ben, wasn't it? That's the only guy that it could be."

My cheeks started heating up again.

"You guessed it," I mumbled.

Ana squealed in excitement like she was a school girl again.

"And we're sort of dating now," I announced so quietly it was almost a whisper.

"Your father is going to be so excited," she grinned.

"Please, don't tell him. I kinda want Ben and I to tell him, together. The more people there the more likely he'll be calm that I'm dating someone."

"Your father will be ecstatic. He and I agreed a while back after we all had dinner with Ben that you two would be a cute couple."

"You did?"

Ana nodded, "Lunch will be ready soon if you want to go shower and change?"

"Yeah," I chuckled.