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 ~ ~
~ ~ Nine Months later ~ ~
The knock on the door had my eyes springing open and my head lifting from the pillow.
It was eight already?
Ugh. Looking over at the guys. They were still in the land of nod. Lucky buggers.
Another knock had me hauling my ass from the bed. I swiped up Alex's t-shirt from the floor and dragged it over my head, letting it drop to just below my ass.
I answered the door, biting back a yawn and blowing a curl from my eyes. "Room-service," said a pretty girl, smiling at me, pushing her round glasses up her nose.
Moving aside, she came into our room, wheeling in our breakfast. I heard her gasp when her eyes fell on the bed.
I smiled inwardly wondering what she must be thinking.
But surely she must have seen worse things than a hotel room with one bed, two naked guys and one sexy-ass black woman?
Or maybe it was Alex's impressive erection proudly tenting through the thin sheet barely covering him.
I moved past her, stopping to put my finger under her chin, closing her mouth. "Yes, they're both mine," I sighed. "I wore them out."
Her cheeks flushed as she looked at me in awe. It was cute. "You can leave breakfast here." I said, my eyes now busy searching the floor. It was like a bomb had gone off. We'd been in such a rush in our excitement to get naked that our clothes ended up all over the place.
Ah, there's my bag. I picked it up and searched inside for my purse. Finding it, I pulled out a twenty and handed it over.
"Thank you," as her eyes wistfully looked over at the guys again. I couldn't blame her for taking a second look.
She let herself out and shut the door.
Oh, you might wonder why we were in a hotel room?
Well, this week we had hit our one-year milestone. Yeah, we made it an entire year. I still couldn't believe it. The first few months I'd waited for that other Prada to drop. To wake up and feel different.
But it hadn't happened. If anything, I was happier, sickeningly so, according to Zack.
And last week, I decided it was time all of my family met them. So I'd booked us a flight and here we were in Canada.
Hearing a groan, my head whipped around. "Oh, good. You're awake. Breakfast's here."
I poured us all out a coffee. Although looking at them two, it might take more than one cup of coffee and a breakfast special buffet to get them moving.
Alex sat up and looked adorably grumpy. I'd learned early on he wasn't a morning person.
"Morning gorgeous," said Josh, sliding it out of bed, scrubbing the heel of his hand into his left eye, yawning. He walked over to me with his morning wood saluting me.
