Mag-log inIvy Pov
I headed inside, my head still spinning, my chest still tight with everything that had just happened. I pushed the door open… And walked straight into another nightmare. Max was on the couch. Making out. With a girl. Her tits out.. “Fuck… Max!” I shouted, my hands flying up to my face like that might erase the image. “You have a room, for fuck’s sake!” They broke apart so fast it was almost impressive. Max nearly fell off the couch trying to sit upright. “Ivy!” he yelled. “I thought you’d be out longer!” “Well, clearly I wasn’t,” I groaned, still covering my eyes. “This day has already traumatized me enough… I don't need the image of this.. adding to it” The girl scrambled up, cheeks burning red. “I… I’m so sorry,” she mumbled, grabbing her bag before practically sprinting past me and out the door. Silence filled the apartment. I dropped my hands and stared at Max. “Unbelievable.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Okay, yeah. My bad. Bad timing… ” his eyes narrowed, studying me “ But… are you okay?” His eyes narrowed. “You look like you just fought a bull.” I dropped my bag and collapsed into the armchair, my body suddenly heavy. “I did.” “You were supposed to tutor Hale today. judging by your face, it went terribly.” I dropped my bag and collapsed into the armchair. “Terribly doesn’t even cover it.” Max sat across from me, suddenly serious. “Okay.. Hit me… What did he do?” I let out a shaky breath. “Everything. He ignored my calls. Made me wait hours. Ordered me around like I was a piece in a chess game. And then… ” I swallowed. “He knew where we lived.” “He brought you home?” Max asked, surprise clear in his voice. “What…?” I frowned, confused, still trying to process everything. “Nothing,” he said with a short chuckle. “I just can’t wrap my head around the fact that Hale actually drove you home.” “Are you even listening?” I threw my hands up, frustration spilling over. “That crazy psycho knew where we live.” “Yeah,” Max said casually. “I heard that part.” I stared at him. “You’re not shocked by that?” “No,” he replied, looking at me like I was being dramatic. “Why should I be?” “Max,” I said slowly, my voice rising, “he knew our apartment. Our address. How would he know that? It’s giving psychopath. Major douche energy.” Max sighed and leaned back against the counter. “First of all, sweetheart… it’s Hale. His family owns the Hale Group. Big money. Big power. Like, insane dynasty-level rich.” He shrugged. “If he wants information, he gets it.” My stomach dropped. “I… I had no idea,” I admitted quietly. “I knew he was rich, but the Hale Group?” I shook my head. “I never thought they were related.” Max smirked. “You need to lift your head out of those books once in a while. Might help your social life.” Then his tone softened. “Now you see why Professor Reyes recommended you.” I frowned. “What do you mean?” “You’re steady. You don’t crumble easily, and you're a freaking genius,” he said. “And yeah…he’s going to be a lot. You’ll have to take his bullshit, Ivy. Take it until you get that recommendation letter for Kirkland & Ellis.” The words hit harder than I expected. I exhaled slowly, staring at the floor. “I hate that this matters so much.” “I know,” Max said gently. “But this is your future. One semester. You can survive one semester.” I nodded, even though my chest felt tight. Max clapped his hands once. “Alright. Enough. Go freshen up… you look like a crazy witch.” I gasped. “Rude.” “But accurate,” he added with a grin. “I’ll make you dinner.” I hesitated. “What are you making?” He raised an eyebrow. “What do you want?” I didn’t even have to think. “Spaghetti.” Max smiled. “Of course it is. Go. Shower. Before you start hexing people.” I grabbed my bag and headed down the hall, shaking my head, but a small smile tugged at my lips. For the first time since stepping into that car, my shoulders relaxed just a little. Tomorrow, I’d deal with Ronan Hale. Tonight, I just needed hot water, spaghetti… and a moment to breathe. I went straight to my room, still feeling my heart hammer from everything with Ronan. I tossed my bag on the bed and flopped down for a second, just staring at the ceiling. “Crazy witch,” I muttered to myself, shaking my head. “Yeah… that’s about right.” I got up and went to the bathroom, letting the hot water wash over me. Steam filled the room, and for a moment, I could actually breathe. My chest wasn’t tight, my brain wasn’t racing… at least not too much. After my shower, I changed into something comfy and headed back to the kitchen. The smell of garlic and tomato hit me before I even walked in. Max was already stirring a pot, humming to himself. “Smells amazing, Chef” I said, sitting at the counter. He grinned. “Only the best for my stressed-out roommate. So… What movie are we seeing tonight?” Hmm… I thought for a second, trying to focus on something other than Ronan Hale. “What do you suggest?” I asked finally. Max grinned, his eyes lighting up. “You know my collection. I’ve got everything from cheesy rom-coms to scary thrillers. Pick your poison.” I laughed softly, leaning back on the counter. “You really have everything, don’t you?” “Of course,” he said proudly. “It’s our tradition. Every night, we watch a movie together. End of the day, forget the world, forget homework, forget… whatever is trying to ruin your life.” I smiled, thinking about it. Max had been my side since high school. He literally came to Frostmont University because of me… because I convinced him this was the best place for both of us. Through late-night study sessions, bad dates, and stressful exams, he’d always been there. “Alright,” I said, reaching over to browse through his collection. “Something light tonight. I need my brain to reset from… everything.” Max handed me a DVD with a flourish. “Perfect. Comedy it is. And don’t worry…I’ve got popcorn, snacks, and zero Ronan Hale interruptions.” I sank into the couch, feeling a little weight lift off my shoulders. At least for tonight. Tomorrow… that arrogant, infuriating, dangerously handsome golden boy would be back in my life. And my calm little bubble would be gone. But for now… it was just Max, me, and the comforting glow of the TV.IVY POVFor the past two weeks, Hale had been on his best behavior.And that alone was terrifying.He was… nice. Shockingly nice. Polite. No snapping. No attitude. No bossy commands.Just calm answers and actual effort during our tutoring sessions. All of it started after I helped him bake that strawberry pie for the NHL scout… which was still one of the weirdest things I did ever thought I would do in my life… baking for Hale.Nice Ronan Hale didn’t sit right with me.Classes that day were the usual kind of chaos. Professors rushing through lectures, deadlines piling up, my brain juggling too many things at once. I barely made it to my last class on time and had to sprint across campus just to submit an assignment before the deadline.By the time I was done, my legs ached and my head throbbed.I checked the time and groaned. I was late.Stuffing my notebook into my bag, I hurried toward the cafeteria to meet Zoe and Max, hoping food and familiar faces would calm the restless feeling
IVY POVHe just stared at me, that unreadable smirk still tugging at the corner of his lips. My stomach churned. How is he so calm? Doesn’t he even care that he’s failing?“Are you going to start or just stare at me like that all day?” I snapped, my voice sharper than I meant.He tilted his head, blue-hazel eyes locked on mine. “You’re really serious about this, huh?”I crossed my arms, refusing to look away. “Of course I’m serious. You want to pass, right?”“Eh… kinda,” he said lazily, leaning back in his chair.I almost dropped my pencil. Kinda? I wanted to scream. “Kinda?! Hale, this isn’t a game! You can’t just ‘kinda’ know Algebra if you want to graduate!”He shrugged again, acting like my frustration amused him. And it did… almost.My chest tightened.I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. Focus, Ivy. You came here to teach, not to kill him.. Cos I'm a step away from committing murder.“Fine,” I said, flipping open my notebook. “We’re starting with Linear Equations. One st
IVY POVThe hiccups wouldn’t stop as I followed him upstairs, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. Every step made me feel like the world was watching me fail.We entered a huge lounge that took my breath away. Dark hardwood floors gleamed under soft, golden lighting. Plush sofas and armchairs were scattered around, some with velvet throws. A massive fireplace dominated one wall, flames dancing behind glass. Floor-to-ceiling windows showed the city lights outside, and I could see that the room was decorated with expensive art, crystal chandeliers, and a bar in the corner stocked with everything I couldn’t even name. It was… overwhelming.And of course, my hiccups wouldn’t stop.Ronan turned to Walter, his face unreadable, lips pressed into a thin line. Finally, he spoke.“Walter, get her a glass of water… or a jug. I don’t think a glass can stop this,” he said, mockingly calm.I glared at him, my cheeks burning hotter.Walter moved quietly to the fridge and handed me a bottle of wate
IVY POVWe drove in silence for a while, the hum of the Mercedes the only sound. My hands gripped mybag in my lap, my mind spinning a million miles an hour.Finally, the man broke the silence.“I’m Walter… Butler, bodyguard to Ronan Hale,” he said, giving me a small smile. “You cancall me Walt.”I nodded, my throat suddenly dry. “Okay… Walt.”“You seem tense,” he said, his voice calm, almost gentle. “I understand. Thank you for doingthis… it means a lot to Ron.”I nodded again, unsure what to say. My heart was still racing, half from the car ride, half fromthe thought of Ronan Hale waiting somewhere out there to torture me.“You know,” Walt continued, his eyes on the road, “he missed two years. He attended classesonline, but he still struggles with some courses.”I bit my lip, my stomach twisting. Of course he is. It’s Ronan Hale. Annoying,… and somehowstill arrogantly failing.“Yeah,” I said softly, not trusting my voice to be steady.“Thank you again, Miss Cross,” he said, his
IVY POVI don’t know what’s scarier… waking up to your phone ringing nonstop at 2 a.m., or the fact thatmy body already knew who it was before I even checked the screen.Aghhh.My thoughts went wild as the phone buzzed again. And again. Five missed calls.I groaned, burying my face in the pillow. I tried to ignore it, really did. But the ringing wouldn’tstop, and my chest tightened with dread.I reached for my phone and squinted at the screen.Ronan Hale.Of course.I answered before it could ring again. “He…” My voice came out sleepy and rough.“Tutor girl,” he cut in. “Get ready. I’ll be at your place in twenty minutes.”I blinked, my brain struggling to catch up. I checked the time.2:00 a.m.“It’s… two a.m.,” I said, still half-asleep.“Yeah. I know that,” he replied, completely unbothered. “Get ready.”“Can’t we do this…”“You already know my rules,” he snapped, cutting me off again. “I’m already pissed you missedmy calls six times. Don’t make me wait.”The line went dead.I s
Ivy PovI headed inside, my head still spinning, my chest still tight with everything that had justhappened.I pushed the door open… And walked straight into another nightmare.Max was on the couch.Making out.With a girl.Her tits out..“Fuck… Max!” I shouted, my hands flying up to my face like that might erase the image. “Youhave a room, for fuck’s sake!”They broke apart so fast it was almost impressive. Max nearly fell off the couch trying to situpright.“Ivy!” he yelled. “I thought you’d be out longer!”“Well, clearly I wasn’t,” I groaned, still covering my eyes. “This day has already traumatized meenough… I don't need the image of this.. adding to it”The girl scrambled up, cheeks burning red. “I… I’m so sorry,” she mumbled, grabbing her bagbefore practically sprinting past me and out the door.Silence filled the apartment.I dropped my hands and stared at Max. “Unbelievable.”He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Okay, yeah. My bad. Bad timing… ” his eyesnarrowed,







