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 ~ ~
Just past midday, I was heading out for a well-earned break. The morning had dragged and not in a good way. I'd been a giddy kipper at the start of the day. James had scheduled a meeting with a studio executive and I crazily thought it would be fun, but how wrong was I. Meryl Saunders, had introduced herself in that pretentious way of air kissing and had her nose so far stuck up in the air it could act as a lightning rod and her junior assistant, Terrance, was just as bad and clearly thought I wasn't old enough or capable enough to do my job.
Assholes, the pair of them and little did they know Zack trusted me enough to decide if we would loan out Risk to them to film a scene for an upcoming movie. I ended the meeting by telling them politely that I would consider their offer and get back to them. I knew Zack well enough to know he cared more about his members than any recognition from Risk being touted as a film location and shutting its door for up to six days whilst they fannied around, trying for the perfect shot. Although, I sighed. It would have been nice to meet Amber Heard. That girl was my kind of crazy.
"Ivy!" I turned my head in the voice's direction but kept on walking. Ah, my favourite blue-eyed American jogged toward me. "Hey Gorgeous," he said with a smirk and an exaggerated eyebrow waggle.
The more I got to know him, the more I liked Ellis Jenson, and he definitely fell under the category of absurdly attractive. But not my type. I could see the attraction for Zack, though. Bratty wrapped in a sexy package.
"Hey USA, how's it hanging?"
"A little to the left, Canada," he smirked.
Ah, the old lines. "I thought you would be with Zack in Gay Paree?" I said in my best French accent, which, to be honest, wasn't very good.
He rubbed a hand across the back of his neck. "You know I'm not gay, right?" Walking alongside me.
"Calm your tits USA. It just means happy, joyful, first printed in the book Heath Flowers by George Scott." I didn't know why I was telling him that. I doubt he had any interest in books.
"Did he ask you to go?"
Shrugging. "Yeah, but James said he needed my help with something here, so I said no." He rolled his eyes. "But I can't pin James down long enough to find out what it is."
Interesting. It looked like James's crush was still simmering. "Really, and Zack was okay with that?"
"Your guess is as good as mine, Canada. He scowls... a lot," he huffed.
Ah, Zack and his many scowls. Since I'd known him, I'd seen a variety of scowls up close and personal. "I'm sure he'll be all sunshine and shitting out rainbows when he gets back."
"Hmm, sure." He shrugged again, and I definitely sensed something going on there. "So, where you off to at this time of day all prettied up?" he asked, not so subtly giving me the once over.
