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 ~ ~
Carrying my gym bag over my shoulder, I was listening to Alex. He hadn't stopped talking and joking as we made our way back home.
"Y-you want to go on-line when we get back?" he asked.
"Sure," I nodded as we turned onto our suburban road. It was already dark as I glanced up at our overhead street-lights.
"Or w-w-we could watch a film?" he cleared his throat, stifling his laugh, adding, "—y-your choice, of course."
And when I glanced his way, he flashed his perfect white teeth with a flirtatious grin. And I shook my head, thinking back to the last film we'd watched—well, not exactly a film... but it had been, let's say, enlightening.
"I'm easy," I replied.
"Y-y-yeah, don't I know it?" He belly laughed.
"Tosser," I threw back with a grin.
But seeing him like this, as if our talk had lifted some kind of weight from him, felt good. Happy was a good look on Alex.
I just wish I felt as happy, not that I was unhappy. More pissed off and right on cue flare of the irritation I had back at the gym came back with a vengeance.
Not that I was pissed off with Alex.
No. At me.
He had given me the perfect opening for talking about what was happening between us and I more or less brushed it off as having fun?
A knot formed in my guts. Fun?
Dipshit! And my inner self face-palmed.
But in my defence, he'd mentioned Ivy ending things and my mind had gone there and I didn't like thinking about her checking out on us—but yeah, I'm not naïve or stupid to think it might not happen.
But did I want me and Alex to go back to the way we were, when it did?
Hell no.
So, I needed to come clean. Be upfront and clear. And even if he's not willing to carry this one, then at least I know where I stand. It didn't leave me wondering what if?
"Ah... fucking hell, " said Alex in annoyance, and my head swung his way to see his eyes lose their teasing glint.
"What?" I followed his gaze.
"That is all I fucking n-n-need."
Ugh. Stepping out of his Jaguar was his step-dad, Nick. Or, ex step-dad and from the scowl on his face, it looked like he had been waiting awhile.
Alex tensed, practically wearing his anxiety like the t-shirt on his back.
