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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~ ~ Josh ~ ~
I stepped out of the Uber and pulled my phone from my back pocket.
Apartment B4.
I'd never been to Ed's apartment. Never been invited but then again I couldn't really call what me and Ed had going was a relationship.
So, why was I here?
My original plan for tonight was to relax, order a pizza and spend a few hours gaming with Alex, but then he'd dropped the bombshell that Gemma (his ex) had agreed to meet him.
Ugh. Gemma. I hoped to Christ Alex wasn't thinking of dating her again. Especially considering the way she kicked him to the curb.
I mean, c'mon, who dumps someone via text?
And I might know nothing about relationship etiquette when it came to ending one, but fuck, shouldn't there at least be a face-to-face conversation with the obligatory it's you—not me, line?
Anyway, I'm getting distracted. That led me to take a good look at myself, sitting in again, eating pizza and staring at a screen. Which led me to act impulsively, and okay ringing Ed probably wasn't a great idea—but it was the best I could come up with at short notice.
"Josh, how you fixed for dropping round? I need you, fucking badly," he'd started the conversation. No hi Josh, how you doing? Or fancy a drink, mate?
So yeah, I was standing here outside his apartment block, responding to a booty call.
My bad. I should have said no.
But in all fairness, my call hadn't been to suggest a quick fuck. Obviously I'd said yes because I'm a man with needs, although Ed didn't even come close to fulfilling those needs because, well...I was shit at communicating what I wanted because people assumed things about me.
I headed inside and rode the lift to his floor. Finding his apartment, I knocked, but the door was on the latch and opened after the first knock. "Hey, Ed?" I hollered, looking around his place.
Wow. Wasn't expecting his place to look anything like this and I couldn't pair the decorated walls and fancy furniture and plush Persian rug with the Ed that I knew. Ed was scruffy and disorganised, couldn't even wear matching socks. So looking at this upmarket apartment well, it was nice, if I was honest. Really fucking nice.
The heavy steps on the wood floor stole my attention from scanning the place. "Leave your shoes there, by the rack." Ed pointed.
Again, no hello. But a shoe rack? Who the fuck was this man? I toed off my trainers and set them side by side. And if I hadn't been worried about neatly placing them on the rack, I might have noticed the women's shoes.
"C'mon," scowled Ed. "I don't have all night, Josh."
What's the rush? He'd asked me over. What? So now we were on the clock?
