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 ~ ~
A knock on my office door had me looking up from my iPad. In walked Tia, James's personal assistant. "You have those marketing figures, Ivy? James wants to go over next quarter's budgets."
"Sure, they're done. I'll send them across now." I reached for my laptop, already having the email prepped and ready to go.
She smiled. "Great." She closed the door behind her, leaving me to refocus on my to do list. But I couldn't concentrate, because I had other things on my mind.
Two other things to be more accurate.
Josh and Alex.
And there it was again... a weird heat blossomed in my stomach... and lower.
What was with that?
I'd liked guys before, but never where I would sit and think about them and get horny? I normally had to be with them, naked, preferably riding their face.
It left me feeling weird, but not in a bad way. I just didn't get it. What made them different? Yeah, I was attracted to them.
But what else? Had to be something else, surely?
Sitting back in my chair, I rifled through my thoughts, but it was short-lived with another knock on my door.
"I'm decent!" I yelled out, and the door opened.
"Hey." Warm eyes greeted me.. "Was passing by—I'm not disturbing you?" She pushed the door fully open and stepped inside, looking her usual immaculate self.... My girl, Trix.
For Trix—I'd never be to busy. "We're good." I spied a bag from my fave bakery. "Girl, tell me that's for me?"
She shook the bag. "Ah-huh," she hummed. Coming around my desk, I rose, and we hugged.
"And you can swing by anytime if you're gonna bring me goodies."
Pulling back, she handed me the bag. "I wouldn't dream of coming empty-handed?"
Peeking inside, I squealed in delight. Inside was a handful of Ben's cookies. Best freaking cookies in London.
"And just when I thought I couldn't love you more than I already do." I sighed, and she grinned.
"I miss waking up and not sharing our coffee and cookie moments." Sitting herself in the chair in front of my desk.
"What—do Clarke and Finn not do, sugar or gossip at first light?"
She shook her head. "No. At the moment, it's all business from the minute we wake."
Paying closer attention, I could see she was tired, her eyes not as bright. "Everything okay between you three?" If one or both of them hurt or made my girl unhappy, then I'd beat down on their ass's.
