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 ~ ~
Two hours and fifteen minutes till my first official date with Josh. I'd offered to meet him wherever but he had insisted on picking me up.
His only other request was to make sure I had on comfortable shoes.
What the fuck?
Shoes were statements. An extension and an expression of me. Most, if not all of mine were what I would call...fuck me shoes.
Comfortable was for old people, and maybe pregnant women.
And comfortable was not in my wardrobe. That's for damn sure.
I didn't own any shoes with less than a four-inch heel.
Blowing out a breath I looked at my feet. I was lying sideways on my bed with my legs stretched up the wall, like I did when I was a teenager.
My toenails were drying—Punch Pink was today's colour.
My phone pinged.
Lifting my head I looked around for my phone. It alerted again and after tossing all my pillows.
Ah, there you are. Trix was on her way up!
I thought it might have been Alex. We'd been sexting all morning.
And each message got a little dirtier.
Alex had come around yesterday to apologise for his fuck up, he said. But I told him it was as much my fault. And after reassuring him I was okay and that none of his little swimmers would make it to shore because I was religious about birth control, he'd relaxed. And the cherry on top to his visit was he'd told me about the development in his and Josh's friendship status.
To say I was thrilled but wouldn't do it justice.
"Ivy!"
"Bedroom," I shouted out to Trix.
Trix came bustling through into my bedroom, stopping just shy of my bed. Cocking her head, she gave me an appraising eye. "What are you doing?"
I wiggled my toes and pointed at them. "Painting and sexting."
"Sexting?" She perched her ass on the edge of the bed, bringing her tote bag to her lap. "Josh, Alex or someone else?"
"Alex." The bag had my interest. "Ooh, what did you bring me?"
"Well, you said comfy, so I brought the Gucci canvas loafers and Chloe, ballet flats."
She pulled each pair out and showed them to me before putting them on the floor.
Nice.
"Oh and last but by no means least, these." She dipped into the bag and pulled out a beautiful pair of Burberry ankle boots. "Sexy, right?"
