Ivy
I'm never letting Dante put that thing of his inside me again.
When I say I have never struggled to get to the bathroom the way I did this morning, I mean I have never.
A very long shower eased some of the pain though.
Dante is sleeping like a fucking baby and it's way past noon. After showering, I change into sweatpants and an off the shoulder crop top.
I slightly limp back into our room to find him awake, smiling like an idiot.
"Don't you even." I groan.
He stands up and walks over to me, his eyes softening.
"I'm sorry baby." He mutters sincerely, holding my waist. I nod.
"Yeah sure whatever, get ready."
He rolls his eyes before picking me up and setting me on the bed, I fold my arms, challenging him.
He kisses my forehead before getting my sneakers and putting them on for me. I smile.
****
"Didn't you say you want to go shopping?" He asks in annoyance, I roll my eyes. "I don't fucking know, do I?" I mutter, counting the cash in my purse.
I am going to get my nails done for Christmas and he doesn't have a say in it.
His hand wraps around my wrist, and I immediately yank my wrist back. "Don't fucking touch me." I hiss.
And that's his last straw.
In my defence, I also don't know why I'm suddenly being a bitch.
He pulls me by my wrist again, effectively turning me to look at him, before wrapping his other hand around my neck, squeezing it lightly.
He is pissed.
"Drop the fucking attitude."
Yes sir.
Instead, I try to step out of his hold, which obviously doesn't work and results in him slightly tightening his grip.
Fuck me.
"Go spend my money, and drop the fucking attitude." He warns, before placing a kiss on my forehead.
****
Getting his initial on my nails would be so odd, I really don't understand the point of it, yes he is paying for them, yes I love him, but that's too much, innit?
"D is paying for the nails right?" The nail tech asks me with a sly smile, I nod, almost biting my index nail.
I am no longer mad at him, I was just really hungry, I told him and apologised.
He's in a meeting though, he said he will be back late tonight, fucking loser.
I haven't eaten yet, my nails were more important, I am so gonna poke him with them, MWUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAA.
stilettos will always be my go to, this is also my first time getting my nails actually done, excluding that one time when I professionally used press ons.
I went red, with white tip, duh, and the D.
"€85.33 miss." The amazing nail Tech, whose name is Isabelle, says, pulling out the card machine thing.
I smile as I tap Dante's card.
Oh yes.
And an added €100 tip, from me of course.
Literally a few bills I got from Dante.
I leave the nail salon, and explore the rest of the mall. He said I should spend his money, right?
2 hours later.
I am taking a snack break, I got a burger and fries from some shady restaurant, I have never tasted anything better.
Dante texts me.
Armani🕺❤️: We're leaving for NY tonight
Me: ok, Armani
Armani🕺❤️: Yes baby, gtg, i love you
Should I say it back? No.
Me: i love you too
I got us matching pyjamas, he has no say in it, AT ALL.
I also bought hair dye, I have enough time.
***
I agog back to our hotel room, and immediately dyed my hair, just a single, red skunk stripe or whatever it is.
After that, I took a shower and ordered room service, packing my new clothes while I wait, and Dante's things. it's 7pm now, no doubt that we'll leave one he gets here.
Whoever said nails are difficult to use was definitely right, I was so scared to shower cause what if I stabbed my cooch.
I took a shower before my food arrived.
Might as well starve to death.
It only arrived like 15 minutes after I got dressed and all. I ordered: Spicy wings and fries, burgers, pizza, and chocolate covered strawberries.
I think I am in heaven.
I play a movie on Dante's iPad as I eat, I haven't set mine up yet.
Dante walks in at exactly 20:43.
He smiles when he sees me. "Your foods over there." I say, pointing to the food.
He nods, walking towards me, bending down to peck my lips. "You look good." He hums in appreciation.
"Thank you," I try to say, but it comes out muffled, with my hand covering my stuffed mouth.
He shakes his head in amusement before taking a bite, FROM MY PIZZA.
I glare at him.
"Sorry?" He mocks, I poke him.
"Ah, shit, I am sincerely apologising now." He winces.
"Good, now go change."
"Yes ma'am." He smiles.
***
Dante
Ivy is on the verge of going out cold.
"Holy shit, I feel like I am in heaven." She says in awe as we enter my jet.
"Baby," She pouts, looking up at me.
"Hmm?" I him, leading her to our seats, she pokes me as I do so, not to hurt me though, just for her own amusement.
"I want to sleep, like really want to sleep." She explains, sitting down.
I hum, buckling her seatbelt, before mine.
I receive a message from that cousin of mine.
Xavier: lol, we got here before you losers.
Oh lord help me.
After takeoff, I carry the already sleeping Ivy, to the bedroom in the jet.
She wakes up in the process.
"You're a loser, but you're my loser, and I love you a lot." She smiles sleepily.
"I love you a lot more, baby." I mumble, getting her inside the covers, before getting in next to her.
"If I wasn't in this food coma, I would totally join the Mile high club with you." She barely lets out, before passing out again, her leg draped over my torso, her hand in my hair.
"Im sure you would."
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His Lucky Shot
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...
