Remember Ivy from End Game? Well, she's back with her own story. But don't worry if you haven't read End Game, this can be read as a standalone.
We follow Ivy as she returns to London having been offered a job at Risk, the Kink Club owned by Za...
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~ ~ Ivy ~ ~
Flipping through my phone, I winced at the three missed calls from my mom.
Fuck.
In my head I calculated the time difference between here and Canada, it was the early hours of the morning over there—what was she doing up at that time?
Absentmindedly, my foot tapped on the dungeon's tiled bathroom floor as I considered sending her a message.
Thankfully, my phone buzzed, distracting me. It was a message from Zack, my boss. He wanted to see me once I'd finished up here. Urgh, that couldn't be good.
Since returning to London, I'd been working for Zackary Coles, managing the public relations at Risk, an exclusive Kink Club. He'd offered me the job when we'd bumped into each other in one of his Canadian clubs. Now, I say bumped into one another, but it's more fitting to say I was tied up... bound to a St Andrews Cross, butt naked having my ass paddled.
At first I didn't think he was serious, but once dressed and fully compos-mentis he made the offer again and I was happy to return to London as my family were already driving me insane.
Don't get me wrong, my family meant the world to me. But since my dad's sudden passing, my mom had gone into overdrive making sure I was eating right, sleeping enough. I could handle that.
What I couldn't handle was the constant setting up of dates with guys from her local church, because the way she saw it, I should be ready to settle down and pop out a few grand-babies—like that was gonna happen in the next ten years—if at all.
Honestly, I couldn't see myself settling down, and certainly not at the grand old age of twenty-six!
So, here I was back in London and bonus, I got to see my best girl, Trix. Sadly though, we didn't share living space. She'd moved in with her guys, Cam or Clarke, as I liked to call him and Finn. She was living the dream and I'd never seen her so happy.
They'd offered me a room in their fancy new house, but that was a huge no-no. They shagged like rabbits and as much as I loved all three of them, there was only so much fucking a girl could endure listening to!
There was a time I thought I was in love with Trix—what's not to love? Never got the nerve to tell her, but seeing her with Clarke and Finn, it worked out for the best.
And whilst I'd stayed behind in Canada, the three of them had started their own business, and it had taken off thanks to the help of their silent partner, Olivia Peterson. And repeatedly, Trix had offered me a job, but I was ready for a change.
And here at Risk—well it was different—good different.
For starters, along with the thrill of having a huge budget to manage the club's PR, I could also indulge in my sexual kinks and discover kinks I never knew turned me on. And the cherry on top—I got paid for it. C'mon, who didn't love telling people what to do—for fun?
