Who Is Poison Ivy's Boyfriend 소설 & 이야기

Violet’s POV “I already fucked him,” Ivy said as we stepped out of class, flipping her curls. “Three times in my head and it's back to back.” Maya rolled her eyes. “Girl, you need therapy.” “I need him,” Ivy groaned. “You saw those veins? That man is a walking temptation.” “The lecturer is hot,” I admitted, “but my boyfriend’s hotter.” They both groaned, “Here comes the loyal girlfriend speech,” Maya mumbled.

I said, and after bidding goodbye, I ended the call. “Mommy, you look worried.” Ivy looked up at me. “Are you… crying?” Her tiny hands reached for my cheek and cleaned the tears that had escaped my eyes. “Is it Uncle Trey? Well, don't worry about him; he went to see his girlfriend.” “W-what? Trey? Girlfriend?” “Shh…” she looked around. “He doesn't want anyone to know.” “Wait, Trey has a girlfriend?” I was shocked. Trey was never to be in a relationship, but I also knew Ivy wasn't lying because she was smart, and for her to conclude this must mean it was true.

I replied with as much sincerity as I could muster into my tone, picking my cup of coffee. If not for anything but to get rid of the sudden dryness that filled my mouth. That answer didn’t seem to satisfy him, but he let it go. “Are you her boyfriend?” I almost choked on my coffee. “No,” I said quickly, wiping the spill from my mouth. “Are you Gabe’s friend?” That one made me pause. I had no idea how Ivy had framed Gabe’s role in Noah’s life. For all I knew, the kid considered him his father.

she shouted. “Vixen? Why do I feel that you are the greatest vixen over here. And think before you speak. She is my girlfriend and my belonging. I don’t want anyone to lay their evil eyes to the thing that belongs to me and I will cut off the hands which tries to lay even a finger in her body,” I said looking at her hands and she hid it immediately. “Girlfriend? How could this be possible? This girl was madly behind Jeremy Black all her life. How could she even …?” she stopped seeing my raged eyes in front of her.

"At first, I would hold onto the guy because he shines like a star. But then when I look into my hand again, all I would see is a rock. Once I realized that what I get is not a star but rock, meaning the guy is nothing but trash, I of course would end up dumping him like a hot potato afterwards. All my relationships were like that. That was why I ended up shacking it up with one of your products. You guys should have known by now, that I also used to have a robot boyfriend. I named him, Arvin, by the way. But then, just like before, I got tired of our relationship and so I ended it." "They say the first humans were made of atomic dust. So why look for a star outside when they were already in

she then broke the hug, "and that's my husband Vincenzo and my son, Ace." ** A C E Ivy was so fucking beautiful. Definitely the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on. She had long wavy brown hairs and green eyes with pink soft lips begging to be kissed. I don't know for how many minutes I've been staring at her but hearing my mom say my name broke my out of my trance. "...and my son, Ace." "I'm Ace and best buddies with your bro," I flashed her a smile, "nice to meet you, Ivy."

"Wait. Is it Ares? The hot mafia neighbor who has the most obvious thing for you? The one whose penthouse you keep pretending you don't stare at every night?" My face was burning. "I'm not discussing this with you." "Which means it IS him. Holy shit, Ivy." She grabbed my shoulders, practically vibrating with excitement. "You're hooking up with Ares Mortivane and you weren't going to tell me? Your best friend? I'm wounded. Deeply wounded." "We're not hooking up—" "Then why do you look like you've been thoroughly kissed and possibly groped against a wall?" She was grinning like a maniac now. "This is amazing. You need this. You've been wound so tight for months, you were about to snap."

We might present ourselves as one big, loving family, but I know deep down that my brothers would do anything to secure that position for themselves. It didn’t take long to run a background check on Ivy. Her full name is Ivy Alessia Hall. She’s never been married, but she did date a jerk, as Cotti informed me. She has only a high school diploma but a passion for fashion. She has no criminal history, and her parents are deceased. She has no family.

"If it’s another one of those nosy relatives here to give their blessings or suggestions for you, I swear I’ll throw them down the stairs." Ivory smirked, but her amusement didn’t last long, as soon as Pearl opened the door, she went rigid. She stared at the person in front of her, her mouth opening and closing like a fish struck in land instead of water. "Iv... Ivory..." she stammered. Ivory frowned, still being seated on the couch, "Who is it?" Pearl barely managed to find her voice. "Bo... boyfriend." Ivory blinked in confusion. "Whose boyfriend?"

"Mom, Dad, before Anya apologizes if she has disappointed you for the fact that Anya said earlier. It's not that Anya wants to hide all of this, but because our conditions are not possible, so we agreed to keep our relationship a secret." "Who is he, An? Why do you have to hide your relationship? You're not taking someone's lover or husband, are you?" "Mom, don't talk carelessly like that," admonished Pak Adi. "Thank God, Anya is not like that mom, Anya's boyfriend is Arya, he's a lecturer at Anya's college. Because he's a lecturer and Anya is a student, many people would be suspicious of Anya's grades if they knew Anya had a special relationship with Mr. Arya, that's why we agreed to date s