Stylish Way To Find Out

MARK

I allowed Ivy to kiss me, and I expected an instant arousal, but it wasn’t forthcoming. Ivy noticed it too.

“Mark, what’s wrong?” She asked me as she touched and caressed me. “You are still very soft,” she stated the obvious.

I sighed and fell in bed. I knew exactly what was making it hard for me to get a hard-on, but I did not want to tell Ivy about it, and it was very convenient to blame it on the fact that Alexa had pissed me off.

“I just have so much on my mind,” I told her, which wasn’t a lie, because my head was filled with those bloody men dancing around Alexa at the club.

“Is it the divorce with Alexa?” Ivy asked with concern in her voice.

I turned and looked at Ivy, telling myself that she was the woman I loved and the woman that I was really in love with.

“Yeah, yeah,” I said. “It is taking a toll on me,” I added.

“I know that you cannot wait to be free from her, and I could talk to my mum and our dad to force her into signing the papers since she is trying so hard to cling to you,” Ivy stated.

Well, Ivy had no idea what was really going on, and I did not want her to know that instead of signing, I had burned the papers. 

“No, please,” I said.

“Why not?” Ivy asked.

“I don’t want your parents to think that I cannot handle things on my own, Ivy. I will figure this out as soon as possible,” I told her.

Right now, I would have appreciated being alone so that I could think of the right line of action to take, and also, I wasn’t even exactly comfortable with having Ivy in this house.

“I blame myself,” Ivy said as she looked at me with sad eyes. “One minute, I was away to fix something very important, and when I got back, she was already married to you,” Ivy added bitterly. “She is just a gold-digger.”

I shook my head, because I still could not wrap my head around all that really happened. I was comatose, so I did not exactly know what was going on in particular.

“You stayed by my side the whole time, right?” I asked, even though we have had this same conversation over and over again.

“Of course, I did,” Ivy said defensively. “Why wouldn’t I when I was your fiancé? The only mistake was trusting Alexa, not knowing that she is a slut who just wanted what belonged to me,” she added. 

“Yeah,” I simply said, because my mind had gone back to the woman I saw at Dancing Devil a while ago, and everything in my head just kept telling me that she was different.

“I am just glad that you are fixing everything now,” Ivy said.

“Yes, I am too, but I need you to stop showing up here unannounced,” I told Ivy, making her shocked and hurt at the same time.

“But why not?” Ivy asked, pouting her lips like a spoilt kid.

“Alexa and I lived here as husband and wife, even though there was no love between us, so I need time to get her memories out of this house before I begin to entertain you,” I answered.

“Okay, that is quite understandable, but it is too late to go home now,” Ivy said.

“Yeah, you can manage in the guestroom until morning, and I will ask my driver to personally drop you off,” I said.

I could feel that Ivy was slightly upset and disappointed, but there was really nothing I could do. No matter what, I would not be able to get it hard, and it would only make things worse. My mind went to Alexa’s words about my sexuality, and I quickly shook it off my head.

There was nothing wrong with me, because Ivy and I had been having sex, so there was no need allowing her words to bother me, even though they were insulting. I was only finding it hard to get hard because of how upset I was.

The night went by real quickly, and after much thought and brewing anger, I finally fell asleep later in the night. When I woke up, my head was banging, and when I was informed of Vector’s presence, it made me more irritable.

“What are you doing here so early?” I asked Vector as I strolled downstairs, still in my robe.

“It is almost noon, Mark,” Vector said. “I can’t believe that you left the club before the rest of us but woke up last,” Vector joked.

I flopped on the couch as Vector also sat down. “Gosh, I need a cup of coffee to wipe off this hangover,” I said, groaning.

“Come on, Mark, you and I know that you barely touched your drink last night, so I believe that the hangover you are talking about is the mess that Alexa created in your head last night at the club,” Vector said coyly.

I wanted to be mad at him for bringing Alexa and last night up, but if I was being truthful to myself, I would admit that I didn’t need the help of anyone to remember or think about it, so instead, I decided to ask the very question that was plaguing my mind as I woke up.

“How much longer did you stay?” I asked Vector.

“Well into the night,” He answered.

“Did Alexa leave with any of the men from club?” I asked carefully, but it still aroused suspicion and mischief in Vector.

“Mark, I thought you didn’t care about Alexa…you are acting quite the opposite,” Vector teased. 

“Just answer the question, please,” I said, trying not to sound too jealous even though I knew that I was failing at it. “I just need to know if she spent my money on any of those man-whores,” I added, trying to switch it.

“What?!” Ivy exclaimed in anger and disbelief as she walked into the living room. “So you couldn’t get hard for me because you were with Alexa last night?!” She asked, very furious.

“Shit,” I muttered; I had completely forgotten that Ivy slept over.