"I'm not afraid of you," Iris whispered. "You are shy, though," I hinted. "I don't know why you make me feel the way I do," she confessed, "I've never been with a woman before, but when I see you, I just want to kiss you." The notion that I would be here first excited me in ways I never thought I'd feel again. This may be what I needed to feel alive. I had felt so numb for so long. Was Iris what I was looking for? "Why me?" I asked. "Y-hah!" Iris giggled, "You had this look in your eyes. It was intoxicating. A mature woman with the cockiness you have could only mean one of two things." Iris went silent, awaiting my response. So young, she didn't know any better. Why not indulge her a little? The dark voice slithered into my head, echoing, enticing me. "Which are?" "You know what you're doing because you have the experience, and you know how to seduce people, even with a glance," Iris explained while taking a shot, "Or two, you're one hell of a liar and actress."
"I'm here," I huffed, folding my arms. "Act your age, Ivy. You seem like a multimillion-dollar yacht is the worst thing in the world," Roy commented. "No, my hangover is, though," I groaned. "I hope you don't mind. I brought Iris." Roy veered over my shoulder. "Okay." "Thanks," I sighed while slumping lazily over the bartop. "Sorry for crashing your party," Iris apologized. "No, don't apologize. Maybe I can fuck you too," Roy smirked. I glanced over to see Iris blushing at Roy's remark, which, for some reason, bothered me. "Hands off," I sassed. "It's my yacht," he retorted, pulling me into his arms and planting a kiss on my lips. "I thought you weren't a couple," Iris commented. "We aren't," I grunted, shoving Roy back, "He's married to the woman I lost my virginity to." Iris's eyes widened in shock, looking between Roy and me. "She wasn't my wife at the time," he reasoned. "Speaking of, where is Callista?" I asked. "She is with Dimitri," he ans
"Really?" I teased, " You don't scare me, Roy, Zeus fucked that out of me a long time ago." Roy grimaced, turning away, "I know what he's done to Dimitri. I can only imagine what he did to you." I scoffed, rolling my eyes in annoyance, "I didn't say it to make you pity me. I said it because I want you to fuck me." Knock. Knock. Knock. We both froze. Roy cocked a brow. Who the Hell could that possibly be? Dimitri? "I thought you hadn't been here in years?" Roy reminded. "I haven't," I confirmed. With that, Roy walked over and opened the heavy steel door. "Derrick?" Roy commented, "What brings you here?" I hopped off the counter and tried my best to make myself presentable, considering how drunk I was. "Roy?" Derrick replied, "I'm sorry. My son told me I could find Ivy here." "Derrick?" I greeted, peeking around Roy, "What's up? Something wrong?" "No, the bar is opening on schedule, and I was coming by to let you know since you weren't answering your phone," D
After several more shots and a stumbling walk later, we made our way back to my loft. "What do you think you're doing?" I taunted. "Am I not staying here with you tonight?" he asked. "Haha," I drunkenly laughed, "You want me?" Roy shook his head and tossed his jacket on the countertop. "Everything is covered in dusty sheets. I doubt anything in here has been touched in years." "Your point?" I huffed. "I'm helping you, Ivy," he clarified, getting to work. I took out a dusty glass from the cabinet and rinsed it off. "Not going to help?" he said. I veered over to Roy, who had removed his shirt. His tanned abs are calling my name. "No, I'm pouring myself a glass of wine." "After all the liquor we just drank at the bar?" he questioned. I nodded in reply while removing the barstools from the island countertop. "How long has it been since you've been back here?" "I think around ten years," I admitted. "You never got rid of it?" he asked, removing the sheets
"This is where you used to live?" Roy commented. I glanced over. "When my parents died, I inherited the estate and all their assets. I stupidly sold the house and bought this loft with the money." Roy nodded. We sat in awkward silence. "Well, thanks for the ride," I hesitated. I tried opening the car door, but my hand froze in place. I hadn't been here in over a decade, and the thought of being inside made me sick to my stomach. There were so many memories here, mainly of Eric. It hurt so badly that tears almost came to me. I choked them down, swallowing hard, trying to hold my composure. "Did you want to grab a drink?" Roy offered. "Y-yeah," I agreed, "I know this great little bar. I used to work there." "Lead the way, Miss Ivy," he smiled. "First," I cleared my throat, "You gotta let me drive." "No, even my wife doesn't drive my Lamborghini." "I'm not your wife." Roy removed his sunglasses. Studied me briefly. "You think you're that good?" "I know I am.
Roy gazed intensely into my eyes before shaking his head and backing away. When he stood up and put distance between us, I wasn't sure how to feel. "What?" I asked. "I can't. Dimitri is in love with you," he explained. "He fucked Callista to punish me; how much could he love me?" I snorted. "That's why I did what I did to you in the limo. I wasn't joking when I said it hurt me to see Dimitri fucking my wife." I huffed in frustration. This is not how I saw this going. Roy didn't mind sleeping around before, but now he has morals. Since when? Pressing my tongue to my cheek, I removed my robe. Roy froze, his eyes studying me. "I can't," he grunted. "You expect me to believe you didn't have this in mind when you got this hotel room?" I taunted, slowly sauntering over. To my dismay, Roy tried backing away with every step I took. "Do I repulse you that much?" I paused. "Not at all. I would love to fuck you, but I love Callista more." "What makes you so certain she l