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I screamed as I ran up the stairs, “The only person permitted to scream my name, is my girlfriend “ came Ivan’s reply as he shifted his gaze from the p**n magazine in his hand. It always amazed me how he read that with no shame, not like I didn't have mine stuffed under my bed, but they were there for a reason. “ I see you still have jokes,” I said, giving him the fakest smile I could muster. Ivan has to be the corniest person I know, but he's however the only person who would possibly have answers to what I was going to ask, just had to be him. “Tell me about the Igors, I say “ he considers me for a while then replies, “You are not their type”, my face reddened with anger, I didn't care mu

he mumbled into his father’s pants. “What about school? What grade are you in?” Silence. “Ivan,” Maxwell said gently, “the lady asked you a question.” “First grade,” Ivan whispered without looking at me. “That’s wonderful! Do you have a favorite teacher?” Ivan peeked around Maxwell’s chair to glare at me, then disappeared again. “I brought you a book,” I said desperately, reaching for the picture book I’d selected. “It’s about a little boy who goes on adventures.” Ivan immediately turned his back to me completely.

Yes, that is what he is good at, to run like a coward, just like he did ten years ago, to pretend like Madeline was asking the wrong question, like the man they were talking about hasn't been invading his sleep, awakening his primal desire, igniting the fiery fire crossing through his veins. "Does she know you like men? That you have a thing for men, like Shawn Maddox?" Madeline hit the nail on the head with the last question that made Ivan stand rooted in the spot. Ivan turned to look at her, his lip trembling slightly as though he wanted to say something.

“You dragged my name into it.” Ray’s hands trembled. “I swear, I only said your name once—” Ivan’s laugh was short, humorless. “Once is all it takes.” He tilted his head, eyes narrowing. “You think the school can keep you safe from me, Ray?” The color drained from Ray’s face. He shook his head quickly, words tumbling out. “N-no, Ivan, I wasn’t thinking straight—” Ivan leaned back, looking calm, almost bored, though his eyes never left him. “Yeah. That’s your problem. You don’t think.”

Papa and I weren’t surprised that Ivan didn’t say much. Ivan Furlan is the epitome of a man of few words. Regina swears he’s more talkative with her, and I believe her. She’s his mate. Of course, he’s going to communicate with her. It’s the rest of the world he doesn’t communicate with beyond what he deems necessary.

I still don't know how to block others to invade my mind. "So... what happened? Wait- why are Ivy's pants ripped?" Ivan asked, waiting for us to explain the whole funny incident that happened. And so we did. We told him how he wants to impress this girl- who oddly feels familiar. If only we can get her name, it's itching me to know her name. "Why are you scratching your chin?" Ivan asked, frowning uncomfortably at me. "Huh? Oh... just had an itch." I patted my chin, smiling.

he laughs, his grin growing, “you can pick anything in the world – any fantasy at all - and you pick a nun?” “What!” I protest, leaning forward and laughing with him, joy running through me. “I liked The Sound of Music a lot when I was a kid –“ “Oh, so did I,” Ivan agrees eagerly, his words overlapping mine as he reaches out to grab me, pressing his hand against my lower back, “you actually hit the nail on the head, Sister Mary –“ he mumurs, pulling my body closer to him so that I’m laying flat on the lounge and he’s curved over me. “This is actually working for me –“

So it helps. Sue me. A girl can pretend. My phone vibrated on the nightstand, cutting off whatever Day was about to say, and I reached for it. Ivan’s name flashed on the screen, stopping my heart. 'I’ll look after you ‘til Hell freezes over. You’re mine.' Ivan said over the phone ******** ********* ********* ******** ***** I was beginning to get very acquainted with the inside of toilets. I wondered how long it’ll take for it to get old. I mean, how many times can one person vomit before they get sick of it? No pun intended, of course…

Today Ivan had a fight with his grandfather in the car manufacturing company so in anger he asked the keys of his car to Lawrence and drove his car like a maniac. He took out a cigarette and lit it up. Dragging a long puff, he tried to ease his mind. He was standing just on the opposite side of the pond. " Boss," Lawrence came to him. " Leave Lawrence. I want privacy, " and that was all needed for Lawrence to leave him alone. After 20 minutes, Ivan was sitting on the grass and still smoking. The three buttons of his shirt were opened. He had a bundle of notes in his lap. He looked at the notes and a devilish thought crossed his mind.

Ivan said, closing his laptop. Maybe I was being weird or delusional but it felt like whenever I was talking, Ivan always gave me his full attention. I shook off that thought. “ I am sure you know some things about her that the media don't. ” Ivan shrugged. Alright, here we go. “ What's Mel's favorite food? ” “ What? I thought you were going to ask me if she likes diamond or gold earrings. How the hell am I supposed to know that? ” Ivan asked, looking appalled like I had asked what her favorite sex position was.