Poison Ivy | Jordan Poole

twenty.

Not a lot of people touch my mind

But you've been there a million times

Now I'm seeing in diamonds, hearing in silence

Baby, that's 'cause of you

And, ooh, I couldn't change it if I tried

The days were going by in a blissful sequence. Jordan had taken her to Nice and they'd made a great time of it even squeezing in two wonderful day trips to Menton and Monte Carlo. Ivy got to shop, get acquainted with French cuisine and even had some alone time when Jordan was in the gym.

They'd grown much closer somewhere between the gardens in Menton and the racetracks in Monte Carlo. With every excursion and sight-seeing trip, he seemed to admire her more than he did the beautiful buildings and scenery. She didn't miss the adoration this time. France was beautiful but ultimately Italy still had her heart.

The only disappointment she had following their five days on the French Riviera was that he hadn't surprised her. The official ask was still up in the air but everything else about them was not. They were voracious after that fateful night. Ivy was positive that the reason she'd had so little to say about France was because aside from the sight-seeing they squeezed in, they'd had sex every day and everywhere they could. Their lavish suite in Nice, that one secluded restaurant in Monte Carlo and amongst a private garden in Menton. It was a testament to the explosive chemistry that existed between them. Absence did make the heart grow fonder and the passion wilder.

Now, as she looked around their suite in Barcelona at the Edition, she wondered where time was going and if this would be the location that brought the surprise. Currently, Ivy was resting after going nonstop for the past thirteen days.  Jordan had let her sleep in while he went to work out with Ralen and J2 who had recently met up with them. They occupied suites on the same floor as theirs.

It wasn't a detail she was ecstatic about, but she understood he had to get back in the work mentality before he drifted too far into comfort. Still, she wanted to be selfish with him for a little while longer.

Yawning, Ivy stretched out her arms before she got ready for the day. She was in a beautiful city, and she wouldn't be cooped up inside while Jordan was out. She'd spied a cute café down the street, and she had company, another bodyguard Deidrick was stationed right outside her door. The artsy hotel was beginning to feel like a confinement so with no hesitation she dragged Deidrick behind as she explored the city.

They ventured first into the Gothic Quarter, beginning with a stroll through Placa Reial a vibrant square where history and winding streets intertwined beneath breathtaking archways and towering palm trees. To keep Deidrick away from boredom, she also made sure to indulge in the beautiful cafes and tapas.

They then visited La Sagrada Familia. Always a sucker for architecture, the towering basilica made Ivy marvel as she compared it to the Italian and French styles she'd previously been exposed to. She'd taken her slow time admiring the climbing forest-like columns, vibrant stained-glass windows, and a radiant ceiling. Antoni Gaudi had managed to play with color and light so intricately that when the sun peeked into the space and kissed the kaleidoscopic glasses, it created a mesmerizing effect.

Eventually, after hearing Deidrick let out three deep sighs in succession, Ivy took him out of his misery insisting that they explore the lively La Rambla next. The strip was vibrant with a variety of street performers and thriving markets. A Spanish crooner sang to Ivy before offering her a rose and she blushed just as Deidrick whisked her away. They visited Passeig de Gracia where they viewed a few more of Gaudi's buildings including Casa Batllo before they settled at an historic café.