Chapter seven

There had been a great deal of turmoil materializing in Ivory's brain these past days. She feared it had less to do with the absentee, Braylen, and more to do with a certain Devilish businessman. The words he'd spoken to her coupled with his shockingly compassionate mannerisms had her rearranging her neutral beliefs surrounding him. One thing was clear, her harsh views concerning Raiden De Ville had softened...considerably. Conversely, Ivory's fondness of Braylen was on a steady decline. She believed it had become easier to pass her days without the pleasure of his company and part of her could tell that their connection was waning.

She was fully aware that her assumptions could be wrong but she was attempting to put weight to Zoey's advice which involved Ivory hoping for the best while preparing for the worst. Ivory hugged her pillow closer to her chest, her eyes no longer capable of receiving the television images.

Who was she kidding?

Ivory