LOGINIvyMy head fell back, enjoying the pleasure. The edge of the table dug into my palms as I gripped tighter, every muscle trembling with the aftermath of what just happened.His lips left my skin slowly, like he wanted me to feel every second of his absence. My pulse hadn’t calmed, it raced so fast that I swore it was trying to escape my chest.And then I heard the sound.The metallic clink of his belt.I blinked, my hazy thoughts struggling to catch up. My mind was still floating somewhere between pleasure and confusion when I lifted my gaze, only to see him fastening his belt back.Wait… What?I stared, speechless, as he adjusted his shirt with that maddening calmness that only he could pull off.“Are we—” I started, but he cut me off with that cool, unbothered voice.“No. Not yet,” he said, his tone low but teasing. “For now, yes, that’s enough.”He bent down, picked up my panties from the floor, and held them like they were some delicate piece of evidence.“Put them on,” he said si
IvyHis words dropped like a bomb.“Pull it off right now…”For a full second, I forgot how to exist. My eyes snapped up to his face, and there he was, teeth gently biting his lower lip, a slow smirk curling like he was savoring my reaction. My heartbeat wasn’t beating anymore; it was sprinting laps.My brain screamed Are you insane? My body whispered, Do it.A thousand thoughts rushed through me. Home wasn’t safe, Rosa already knew about Havilland, and somehow… somehow, this ridiculous office felt safer than anywhere else. That alone said something disturbing about my life choices.My trembling hands slid to my waist. My fingers hooked the elastic, and I held my breath as I pushed my panties down. They pooled at my ankles like a defeated enemy. And the moment they hit the floor, his eyes lit up.He didn’t hesitate. He moved in front of me, bent down, and gently lifted my foot like I weighed nothing. He helped me step out of them, his fingers brushing the side of my ankle, sending a s
IvyHis eyes never left mine as he continued talking, but that stare… it felt like it was peeling layers off me. The classroom was perfectly ventilated, windows wide open, ceiling fans humming, but I was burning from the inside out like someone had switched on a heater directly beneath my skin.What is wrong with me?Every time his gaze slid over me, I felt it travel down my spine, warm and unsettling. My thighs pressed together automatically, and I swallowed hard, pretending to scribble something down. My breath kept hitching. I tried focusing on his words, but they blurred into background noise.I was so deep in thought I didn’t notice him go quiet.And then, like a whisper threading itself into my mind, I heard it — my own voice? his voice? both?“Don’t keep me waiting too long.”My head snapped up so fast my chair squeaked. I turned sharply, heart jumping into my throat, and the world tilted. My elbow slipped off the desk and suddenly gravity wasn’t my friend.“Oh!” I almost fell
Ivy“Rosa!” My voice cracked as panic rushed through me.She looked up from my phone, her face pale with disbelief. “I didn’t know you had my dad’s number.” Her voice trembled slightly, like she was trying to make sense of what she just saw.“I… uh…” My throat went dry. “Since I started staying here, you gave it to me yourself,” I managed to say, forcing a nervous smile.She blinked, her brows knitting together. “Oh.” There was a pause, then she nodded slowly as if that somehow explained everything. But her tone shifted as she squinted at the screen again. “Wait… you guys are meeting at Havilland? Why?”My heart plummeted straight to my stomach. Oh no.I stepped closer to her, trying to sound calm even though my pulse was racing. “What will you guys do there without me?” she asked, pouting slightly. Then she rolled her eyes. “It’s like my dad has adopted you and forgotten about me.” She laughed lightly, but there was a faint edge to her voice, one I didn’t miss.She didn’t seem to not
Ivy“What… do you mean?” I stammered, my voice trembling so badly it almost gave me away.Rosa’s eyes narrowed slightly as she stepped closer, her brows creasing in that suspicious way that made my stomach twist. “That,” she said slowly, “you were sneaking around earlier. You looked so nervous when I walked in. What’s going on, Ivy?”My heartbeat thudded so loudly that I was sure she could hear it. My lips parted, but no words came out. My brain scrambled for excuses while my palms grew damp. No, no, no, she can’t know. She mustn’t know.Then—she smiled. Just like that, the tension broke.“You lost this…and my dad helped you keep it.” she said, holding up my phone with a teasing grin.My stomach dropped, and I exhaled the breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. “Oh, my God,” I whispered under my breath as I snatched it from her hand. “Thanks,” I said quickly, forcing out a nervous laugh that sounded more like a cough.Her smile faded into something more curious as she stepped in fro
Ivy My eyes widened as the wardrobe door swung open. The sound cracked through the silence, and my hands shot up to my mouth, pressing hard as if I could trap my scream inside my chest. My pulse hammered against my ribs. This is it. I’m dead. Rosa is going to see me stuffed inside her father’s wardrobe like a bad rom-com gone wrong. “Ivy!” Rosa’s voice filled the room, loud and clear. My head snapped up, my breath catching halfway in my throat. Her eyes flickered toward me, or at least toward the pile of clothes covering me. Luckily, his jackets had somehow draped over me like some weird miracle. My body was trembling beneath them. Oh no… am I caught? “Rosa! What the heck are you doing?” Mr. Dante’s voice boomed suddenly, making me jolt. He rushed in front of the wardrobe like a human shield, arms wide as if his body could block out reality. “Stop this,” he said, trying so hard to sound calm, but I could see it in the tight set of his jaw, the way his forehead creased. He w







