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 ~ ~
What was that thing about Murphy's law again?
Oh yeah... that anything that could go wrong, would go wrong.
Story of my life.
"Thirty-six, mate," said the driver, twisting his head around to greet me with a smile.
At least someone was happy.
Reaching in my back pocket for my wallet, I handed over two twenties. "Keep the change."
He said something but I was already getting out the car and now standing, staring at Alex's house. My eyes climbed up to his bedroom window. The curtains were closed and I was sure they'd been open when I left.
Had he come home and gone to bed?
Nah, it was early.
Which most likely meant we'd be doing the same dance we'd been doing since Ivy walked out on us.
That dance being—Avoidance.
Well, technically, Alex was avoiding me.
It tempted me to jump back in the Uber and go round to my mums.
At least at my mums I could relax and not feel like I was walking on eggshells. To say it had been hard-going living with Alex these last few days was an understatement.
And if that wasn't bad enough. Ivy was ghosting me.
But earlier today, I'd had enough of this bullshit and I was sick to the back teeth of waiting for one or both of them to do something.
Which led to me listening to the crazy voice in my head which told me to find Ivy and drag her back here to sit and talk to us. And not giving myself a chance to back out, I called Cam and told him I needed some personal time to start the ball rolling.
Or that was the plan.
Actually, I didn't have a plan. It was more like a brain-fart.
I'd jumped in an Uber and made my way to Risk, on the assumption she would have to see me, right?
Wrong.
I'd got there only to be stopped before I'd got a foot in through the door.
Some smug fucker, dressed in a suit which most likely cost more than the car my brother had just purchased, told me if I wasn't a member. Then I wasn't getting in.
No shit!
I'd told him Ivy was my girlfriend to which he snorted and looked at me like I was batshit to even suggest such a thing.
I'd then dragged out my wallet and flashed my credit card in his face, asking how much to become a member.
Smug fucker stared at me before his eyes slid over what I had on—and to be fair I hadn't exactly gone dressed for the occasion.
