His Lucky Shot

Detroit

Dante.

"Ivy come on wake up." I say, gently shaking her awake.

She groans, opening her eyes, sleepily glaring at me.

"Go shower, we're leaving in thirty." I instruct, causing her to roll her eyes, she gets out of bed though.

"It's too early for this." She sasses, going into the bathroom.

It's 4, she likes traveling while it's still dark so I don't see the problem, and the sun is only rising at 7 today.

I clean up the room while she gets ready and 25 minutes later she walks out wearing black sweatpants with a star at the bottom of her right leg, a white shirt and a black hoodie and then Nike Sneakers, her hair in a ponytail.

She lookse1 much happier now.

"So... Where are we going?" She asks with a smug smile, raising her eyebrows.

"Somewhere." I reply.

I'm taking her to Detroit, that's where my company's main building is located, I have a meeting for some reason today, the fuck.

"Wait-why the fuck are you in a suit?" She exclaims as she takes in my attire.

"C'mon let's go now." I say, taking her hand, leading her out of my room.

We stop by the kitchen and I get two cokes while she silently glares at me for no apparent reason.

I take the keys to my BMW M6 before we walk out. "It's so dark, what if you're kidnapping me right now." Ivy mumbles, stuffing her hands in the pockets of her hoodie.

I roll my eyes as we take the elevator to the underground parking lot.

My hand automatically holds hers while I walk her to the BMW, she looks at me with a small mischievous smile before digging her nail into the back of my hand.

I squeeze her hand in return and she giggles, right as we reach the car.

I open the door for her and she grins, getting inside.

*

The roads are pretty empty and Ivy has been playing music and singing along, she just fell asleep though.

We're like 2 hours away from Detroit now, I pull into a gas station, my hand gently caressing her thigh.

I park the car, leaving it on, I go inside into the McDonald's.

After ordering food for us I bought her some Oreos, Doritos and a coke, a red bull for myself.

I got back to the McDonald's, waiting for the order. The worker at the front is staring at me. I don't know why but it's creepy. Where's Ivy at times like these?

They only call my order out after ten minutes. I take it and go back to my car where Ivy is still sleeping while the music plays.

Her eyes snap open the moment I start the car.

"Oh hey Armani." She whispers yells excitedly, stretching her arm's and crossing her legs on the seat.

I don't know when she took her shoes off.

"Hi baby." I say softly and she smiles, her eyes twinkling, may the heavens please have mercy on my fucking soul.

I hand her the bags of food, reversing out of the parking space.

"Thank you," She mumbles quietly.

***

I left her in my office because she refused to go to the meeting with me, it's been 20 minutes and I'm already missing her like shit.

I'm not even listening to the businessmen and women, I'm sure they're all talking about a bunch of bullshit I couldn't care about.

I get a text from Ivy and my heart immediately starts beating faster.

My baby: Dante

Me: Yes baby?

My baby: So I was doing some dumb shit and accidentally broke one of your flower vases, I'm really sorry it was a mistake, I'll buy you another one today, I promise

My heartbeat increases by a fucking 100th.

Me: Are you hurt.

That goddamned vase can go jump off a fucking bridge, Ivy being hurt is my only concern right now.

She doesn't reply.

The meeting goes for an extra ten minutes before I dismiss it. Shit was getting boring anyways.

I rush back to my office.

She's sitting on the floor with her knees hugged to her chest leaning against the couch.

She looks at me, eyes filled with guilt and unshed tears, her eyes immediately avoiding mine.

I go to her and crouch to her level, she stares at the empty space next to me.

"Ivy.." I mutter.

"Hmm?" She hums quietly.

"Look at me." I say quietly and she hesitates before she finally does so, her eyes now completely full of guilt.

"I'm so sorry." She mutters helplessly.

What the fuck?

"Baby, I give zero to no shits about the goddamned vase, all I care about is if you're hurt or not." I say, worriedly.

Her eyes snap down to her hands, but for a split second, I caught on though.

My eyes immediately snap to the blood dripping down her right hand and I mentally curse.

"Ok baby, just sit here for me ok?" I instruct her and she nods.

I get the first aid kit and immediately go back to her.

Her hands are slightly shaking and I fucking hate it, I gently take her hand in mine before I start cleaning up the small wound.

I place a soft kiss on it after wrapping it up with a bandage.

I look at her, and she still looks guilty and sad, fuck.

I sigh and pack everything away before once again finding my way to her.

I lift her off the ground and sit her on my lap, my hands on her hips.

"What's on your mind pretty girl?" I ask softly.

She shakes her head.

"Ivy."
"Yeah?"

"I need you to get one thing straight ok? I don't give a shit about the fucking vase, you're my only concern right now so don't you dare think I'm mad or you need to pay for a new one." I state with finality.

"Are you sure?" She asks skeptically and I immediately answer her.

"Yes, I'm sure baby."
She nods, hugging me.

I immediately hug her back tighter.

She falls asleep after a few minutes, melting my heart.