Chapter twelve

Ivory fell head first down onto the sofa.  She hadn't the mental energy to get dressed following her shower, she had slid on her robe and mindlessly flopped down, her left leg hanging off the sofa. It was at times like this that she was glad she lived alone, she wished no one ever had the misfortune to see her like this. Her hair was a messy pile at the top of her head and so it would remain until the morning. She let out an irritated groan as she dragged herself off the sofa, rolling on the floor and then picking herself back up at the sound of her doorbell. It could only be Zoey and her best friend had seen her in worst circumstances courtesy of them sharing an apartment while in college. 

She unlocked the door and dragged it open. "You could have used your key --" she paused mid-sentence.

"You haven't given one to me just yet." the domineering male presence rebutted casually. 

"Mr. De Ville." the words a breathless whisper. She had momentarily