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Christopher’s POV People do crazy things for love. Things you never thought you could do, not even in a million years, or in any alternate universe. But there I was in the penthouse suite with my fiance wearing only her lacy red lingerie—waiting for me to call the man who bought her for the night. Of course she didn’t know that was the case. And as I looked at her sitting on the bed, an image of pure perfection, I hoped to God, she would never find out my darkest secrets. "What has gotten into you?" Ivyrose asked. I could hear the fear in her tone, but she was smiling. "I told you. This has always been my wildest fantasy, but if you're having second thoughts then let's not do it. I don't want to force you into anything." I told her, sounding as confident as I could. “No. It's okay. I do trust you. Just make sure you know what you're doing with these cuffs and remember where you're going put the keys. And absolutely no weird stuff!” "What weird -" “Nothing goes inside my butt!!!!!
Ivyrose's POV As I nervously waited in darkness for Christopher, who said he was going to call the stranger, I recalled our conversation a week ago in my appartment in Upper West side New York. It was the first time he touched me after two weeks of making so many excuses. ********1 week ago*********** “I'm sorry about last night. I love you more than life itself, Rose.” he said before sipping his morning coffee. We were on the balcony of my appartment overlooking central park. The night before, we had a fight because he came home with a lot of bruises on his face, arms and the rest of his body, but he wouldn’t tell me what was wrong. “I love you the same way, Chris. Now please tell me what’s wrong. Tell me what happened to you last night. Better yet, tell me what’s been happening to you since you proposed two weeks ago.” “I got mugged. It’s embarrassing because they were a bunch of women thugs. I really don’t want to talk about it, okay? And about the previous days, it’s just tr
Christopher’s POV "Chris!" Ivyrose bolted upright from our bed. It was still seven in the morning and the sun’s rays peaked through our floor-to-ceiling windows. She was breathing raggedly as she laid back down on her pillow. "Hey. Good morning babe. You had a nightmare didn't you?" I asked her calmly as I got on the bed beside her and put her head on my chest. From the looks of her, I wasn't sure the pills I mixed with the brandy last night worked. Seb had given it to me as a consolation the night I agreed to the deal; telling me it was a new drug product that would cause a few hours of memory gaps and confusion from the time it was consumed. "Oh my god. Did we really go through with it? It was crazy." Ivyrose said, scratching her head. "What was?" I asked, my heart pounding in my ears. Does she remember? "The… you know, the thresome. I’m not sure if it was a dream or not, but I feel so embarrassed." Tears started falling down her face and I rushed to wipe them. "Well, you s
Ivyrose’s POV It seemed so real. The way I orgasmed seemed so real. His touch, the way he trailed kisses on my body, it all felt like it really happened. But then when I thought about the events of last night, I couldn’t remember a single thing. Only at the start when we arrived in the hotel and we went to the bar and had a few drinks before going up to the penthouse suite. I remember the old bartender who was really nice to me before and I smiled remembering his jokes. The ring on my cell phone startled me, cutting off my thoughts. I looked at the caller and it was my father, Rex Lucas Foxworth IV. He was a business tycoon who owned almost all the buildings in New York City aside from his other businesses. “Hey, daddy.” “Princess. How are you? I called your apartment, but your maid said you didn’t come home. Are you with Christopher?” he said, his tone disappointed. “Dad, please don’t start. It’s too early.” I begged him and then changed the subject about the party I was plann
Christopher’s POV I put the empty bottle of wine on the dining table. The effects of its content, already making me a little light headed. I was alone in our house because Ivyrose was waiting for me at Foxworth mansion, taking care of last minute details for her father’s 60th birthday party. The party of the year, the magazines and newspapers called it. I looked at myself in my full length mirror and almost didn’t recognize the man I’ve become. I used to be so simple and poor, yet the man in front of me was wearing a black armani suit. I looked great although it was a little tight around my biceps considering everytime my mind stressed over that night, I went to my gym and punished myself —Forcing extreme pain to push the morbid thoughts out of my head, and forgeting my conscience with too much exhaustion. I also went to see a shrink once or twice a week and it helped a bit to vaguely talk about my secrets. For the past two months, I found a way to say it, disguising it as troubles
Ivyrose's POV The moment my car entered the gates of Foxworth mansion, memories of my heart breaking past all came flooding back. I sighed as I thought of the first memory I had of him. It was my 5th birthday and Gareth was crying. His dad, Mr. Cole, our gardener, had he scolded Gareth for opening one of my presents, a rocking horse. "He can have it." I said to his dad. "You can have that so stop crying now. We can be friends and I'll share all my toys with you." Gareth listened to me and wiped his tears. He kept sniffing and blowing his nose until a huge snot bubble formed and it burst on his face. That was the first time he made me laugh so hard. I shook my head as I parked my car in the driveway. Stop thinking about him and just focus on the party. "Ivy darling." My mother greeted me, wearing her big gardening hat and loose plain brown clothes. Gardening in the early mornings was the only time she looked unfabulous, she used to tell my dad. "Hi. Mom. You're up early. How's
Christopher’s POV I could see him staring and smiling at her. What are they talking about? I'm going to kill him. This can't be happening. I wanted to shout for her, but my voice wouldn't come out, and running through the crowd was not an option either as my legs wouldn't dare move; I was paralized in a mixture of panic and rage. Our eyes met, and for a split second his lips formed a sinister smile exactly the way it did that night after he fucked her, and my mind became flooded with morbid thoughts. I imagined him naked kissing Ivy on the neck, taunting me. His hands all over my woman. Closing my eyes, I shook my head to get rid of the gut wrenching thoughts flooding my brain. That night didn’t happen! Stop this! Open your eyes and see that you’re just imagining it. I opened my eyes and cursed out loud when I saw the fucker touched her hand, kissing it before letting go. And as if the heavens were truly punishing me, a group of guests suddenly blocked my view of them. “Fuck my lif