Dante°
"SHE DON'T WANNA FUCK SHE WANNA MAKE LOVEEEEEEE!" Ivy sings, performing in her seat.
We're going to the restaurant cause she's craving their wings and fries, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I let her go alone? She's also accompanying me to go do Xaviers latest tattoo.
She suddenly lowers the volume turning to me with a smile.
"I want the milkshake too, strawberry this time though." She tells me, a small smile on her face.
I nod, my hand moving to her thigh. "Whatever you want sweetheart."
She faces the window, hiding her blush, my fucking girl. I intertwine our hands and kiss her knuckles.
She clears her throat, trying to keep her composure and I almost laugh at her. Dummy.
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We walk into the restaurant, Ivy looks like she's about to burst out of excitement.
She drags me to the counter and the receptionists eyes immediately shoot to me and she stands up straight, plastering a flirty smile on her face. I don't think Ivy noticed.
"Mr. Armani, how can I help you today?" She asks, twirling a strand of her hair. Her lipstick is stained on her teeth.
I nod towards Ivy and she turns to her with a forced smile.
"Hi, uhm do you guys do takeaways?" Ivy asks hopefully, they don't, but this is my restaurant.
I give the receptionist a look, daring her to say no.
"Yes, what do you want?" She asks and I can feel Ivy's eyeroll.
"Can I please have the spicy buffalo wings with fries and a strawberry milkshake." Ivy speaks.
The receptionist nods rudely and turns to me with that weird smile again.
"Mr. Armani, what would you like?" She asks. I don't answer her.
It's quiet for a few seconds until Ivy speaks.
"My boyfriend, would like the same, just without the milkshake, right baby?" She says, looking up at me and I nod. "Yes sweetheart."
She beams, turning to the receptionist. "Yeah, that's pretty much it."
She runs it up and I pay.
"It'll be ready in about 30 minutes." She fakes a smile and Ivy gives her a faker one.
"Bitch." Ivy mutters the moment we're outside and I chuckle, she turns to me with a glare.
"Jealousy is a good look on you, sweetheart." I quote her very own words.
She scoffs.
"Everything looks good on me." I nod in agreement.
***
This girl is way more territorial than I thought. Holy fucking hell.
The next time we walked into the restaurant, my neck was decorated with hickeys, they're not too much but they're very visible.
When we get there our order is ready and Ivy smiles at the receptionist, knowing exactly what she did.
The receptionists eyes widen and her face turns red before she clears her throat and hands me the food.
"Thank you!" Ivy calls out before we walk out into my car.
...
"Xavier don't be dramatic now, it can't be that sore." Ivy sasses, sipping on her milkshake.
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RomanceSo basically, after Ivy moves to another city because of her mom's work, she finds herself at a new school, and as the schools bad boys enemy. Dante, never thought anyone would dare disrespect him in the school he basically ran but when the sassy ne...
