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IVYI opened the front door with one hand and dragged my suitcase in with the other, smirking even before I said it.“Hello, Mommy dearest.”I barely got the words out before her palm collided with my cheek.The sound echoed.My head turned with the slap, hair flipping over my shoulder. But I didn’t flinch. I just looked at her and smiled.“You’re early,” she snapped, arms crossed over her silk robe. Her face was already twisted into something that was probably meant to be disgust, but mostly just looked constipated.“And you still hit like an amateur,” I said, letting the door close behind me.She looked me up and down like I was dog shit tracked across her marble floor.“Expelled,” she hissed. “Not even two years in, and you’re back here like some washed-up—”“Please say whore,” I cut in sweetly. “You’re dying to, aren’t you?”“Ivy—”“No, go on,” I dropped my suitcase with a thud. “Whore, slut, embarrassment to the family name—say it all now so you can breathe for the rest of the ev

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IVYI stepped out of the bathroom, towel clinging to my damp skin.I threw open my box and stared.“What do sluts wear again?” I muttered.Jeans? Too boring. Floral dress? Ew. My old debate team blazer? I actually gagged.Then I found it — that one black dress. The one my mom once called “too tight for a family dinner.” The fabric hugged every curve. Sleeveless. Tiny slit up the side. Low-cut enough that I’d need tape to keep the girls from spilling out.Perfect.I dropped the towel and slid into the dress, feeling the way it clung to my hips, the curve of my thighs.At least something about me still looked good.I moved to my vanity, pulled out the small makeup bag I hadn’t touched in weeks. My hand hesitated over the mascara. Then I grabbed everything at once.Eyeliner is sharp enough to cut. Red lips. Highlighter on my cheeks.By the time I finished, I didn’t even look like Ivy anymore.I ran my fingers through my hair, letting it fall over my shoulders.“Let’s give them something

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IVYMy head was pounding.I groaned and rolled onto my side, dragging the pillow over my face like it could block out the sun stabbing through the curtains.“Ughhh, I’m never drinking again,” I muttered into the mattress. My throat was dry. My legs ached.And my brain… was not helping.Because the first image that flashed across my mind?Dominic.His hand on my throat.His chest against mine.The feel of his cock was hard and hot against my thigh when he pinned me down in the car.“Oh my God.” I sat up and smacked myself lightly across the face. “Stop it. Stop. Thinking. About. Him.”What the hell was wrong with me?I’d had a stupid crush on him in high school. Everyone goes through weird phases, right? I was seventeen, angry at the world, and he was...tall, hot, and never smiled. Whatever. That was old news.I wasn’t that girl anymore.Except apparently my brain didn’t get the memo. Because even now, my thighs pressed together like I needed—“NOPE,” I said out loud. “We’re not doing

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IVYI woke up with a pounding headache and a bad taste in my mouth. The light streaming through the curtains felt like a personal attack.“Ugh,” I groaned, dragging myself up. The room was too quiet. I looked around.They were gone.Good.I didn’t want to see Janelle’s stupid face anyway.“Fuck, Dominic! Right there, oh my god!”I mimicked her fake moans with a mocking high voice, rolling my eyes. “Really? Moaning like a porn star for a man who wears black T-shirts like a personality trait? That dick?”I shook my head, annoyed at how her voice still echoed in my skull. And worse, my brain dared to flash an image of Dominic—his body, his hands gripping her hips, that look in his eyes.“Ugh, stop it,” I muttered, slapping my own cheek lightly. “Stop thinking about his dick. Jesus, Ivy.”I spotted a piece of paper on my dresser. Mia’s handwriting.“Had to leave early for class. Love you. Be safe. Let me know when you want to talk. —M.”Sweet. Typical Mia. Always looking out.I tossed it

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Ivy pov“Are you out of your mind?” Dominic’s voice was low, but sharp.I crossed my arms, pretending I wasn’t nervous. “No. I’m dead serious.”His chair creaked as he leaned back, watching me. He didn’t even blink. That silence was worse than yelling.“Say it again,” he said.I rolled my eyes. “What, you need me to repeat it? You heard me.”He tilted his head a little, his eyes narrowing. “No, I want to hear if you’re brave enough to say it twice.”My throat felt dry, but I forced the words out. “Fuck me instead.”The corner of his mouth twitched, like he was holding back a laugh. “And why would I do that?”I shrugged, though my chest felt tight. “Because it solves your little problem. You get sex without her, and I get… leverage.”“Leverage?” he repeated, almost mocking.“Yeah. You think I’m stupid? I know you’re not touching my mom. And if she finds out you touched Janelle, she’ll lose her mind. So…” I stepped closer, trying not to show my nerves. “I stay quiet. You take me instead

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Ivy pov “Say something,” I demanded, my back still against the wall.Dominic didn’t. He just stood there, looking at me like I was some puzzle piece that didn’t fit.“You can’t just..” I started.He cut me off, stepping forward again. “You really want this?”“Yes,” I said too quickly.His eyes narrowed. “Don’t rush it. Answer like you mean it.”“I already said it.”He tilted his head, studying me. “You don’t even know what you’re asking for.”I clenched my jaw. “I’m not a child.”“No,” he agreed. “But you’re reckless.”“Stop saying that.”“Then stop proving me right.”I shoved at his chest, but he didn’t move. His body was solid, unyielding. I hated how close he was. I hated how my pulse jumped every time he leaned in.“You think you scare me?” I snapped.“You should be scared,” he said.“I’m not.”He leaned down until his lips were inches from mine. “Then prove it.”I froze. My whole body locked up.“What?” I whispered.His eyes flicked down to my mouth. “Prove you’re not scared.”M

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Ivy povBy the time I dragged myself downstairs, I felt like a zombie. I couldn't even sleep, no appetite, just nerves sitting heavy in my chest. I’d barely made it to the dining room when my mom’s voice cut me off.“You look awful.”“Good morning to you too,” I muttered, sliding into a chair at the far end of the table.Her eyes followed me with that same sharp look. “Did you even wash your face? You’ve got dark circles. You look like you haven’t slept in days.”“Wow,” I said flatly. “Thank you for the compliment. Really warms my heart.”“I’m serious, Ivy,” she shot back, setting her coffee cup down hard. “You need to take better care of yourself. No one will ever take you seriously if you show up looking like that.”“Mom,” I said, rubbing my temples, “it’s breakfast. Who exactly am I supposed to impress at the table?”“Everyone,” she snapped. “It’s not about where you are, it’s about habit. If you start your day sloppy, you stay sloppy.”I slouched in my chair on purpose, resting my

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Dominic’s pov I was in the kitchen, trying to focus on a load of dishes I hadn’t gotten to last night. Water ran over plates, soap bubbles sticking to my hands. I hated that something as normal as washing dishes could calm me, but right now, I needed any distraction I could get.Ivy was somewhere upstairs or maybe she was in her room, probably scrolling through her phone, probably thinking about me. I shook my head, stop it. Don’t think about her like that. She was off-limits. Step back. Breathe and control yourself.“You’re staring again,” a voice said from the doorway.I froze. Not really frozen, more like I didn’t want to turn around. “I am not,” I muttered, not looking up.“I can see your reflection in the sink,” she said, stepping into the kitchen in a pair of cutoff shorts and a tank top. Her hair was messy, eyes bright and curious. She leaned against the counter, arms crossed. “You can’t hide from me.”I swallowed. “I’m… thinking about work.”She raised an eyebrow. “Work? You

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Ivy's povI leaned against my bedroom door, glancing around like a guilty teenager, even though I wasn’t doing anything illegal, well, not technically. Still, I felt like I was about to get caught.I muttered to myself, “Okay. No one’s here, no one can see me. Just breathe, Ivy.”I shut the door behind me and padded to the bathroom, tugging at the hem of my shirt. The second I stepped into the shower, warm water running over my skin, my thoughts immediately went to Dominic.I groaned, running my hands over my hair. “God, why am I thinking about him again?” I whispered. The sound of my own voice echoed back at me, small and guilty.I tried to push the image from my mind, picturing literally anything else. Mia’s laugh, my math homework, literally a tree outside the window, but no. Every time I closed my eyes, it was him. That damn look he had that night, the way his lips pressed against mine…I shook my head and splashed water over my face. “No. Stop it. You hate this, you hate him.”Y

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Ivy's PovI didn’t sleep well. My mind refused to shut off after that shower. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Dominic leaning against his desk, a smirk on his face, eyes tracking me.By the time I got up, the sun was already halfway through the sky. I shuffled into my room, tossing on some shorts and a tank top. Comfy. Practical, nothing more or so I thought.I grabbed my phone, scrolling aimlessly, pretending not to notice that my heartbeat was still way too fast. The house was quiet, except for the faint hum of the refrigerator downstairs.I was halfway through a text to Mia, something stupid about coffee when I felt a look.I froze, eyes snapping toward the stairs.Dominic was standing there. Shirtless again, of course. His arms crossed, leaning casually against the railing. But it wasn’t casual, not really. His gaze was on my legs. My bare legs.I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how exposed I probably looked.I tried to look innocent, like I hadn’t noticed. “Uh… morning,” I s

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