Page 193 of Seeds of Malice

We stare at each other for a minute and then I can't help it and laugh, pointing out, "You drove home naked."

He finally cracks a smile and starts chuckling.

Tears fall again until it's not funny anymore. I wipe my face, and we stare at each other in tense silence again.

More panic hits me. I put my hand on his chest and plead, "Please don't be mad at me. I only did what I thought you wanted me to do."

He blinks a few times and steps forward, grabbing my hands, curling his fingers around them and holding them over his pounding heart. He softly states, "You told me you wanted to do it, Ivy. Are you trying to say that I made you do it?"

I shake my head. "No, of course not. But you told me it was your gift to me. You said you wanted me to do it."

He opens his mouth and then snaps it shut. A perplexed expression crosses his features.

"Dax, please. You have to believe me. I only want you." I start to sob again.

He tugs me into him, kisses my head, and holds me tighter. "As long as that's the case, and you really do only want me."

I cry out, "I do. You're the only person I've ever wanted. And I don't know what happened tonight. I just... I'm so confused," I admit, sobbing again.

"Shh. Everything's fine," he claims.

"Is it?"

"Yeah. Everything'll be fine," he repeats.

But my gut tells me everything won't be fine.

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Dax

The sunlight fades, trying to set into darkness. It's four in the afternoon, and I haven't slept one wink.

Ivy's passed out in my arms. She hasn't woken up since we got home late last night.

My soul's tortured. I used to think it was a dramatic expression stated for attention, but now I truly understand it.

All I see is Lilly kissing Ivy on that stage, Bobby taking Ivy's ass, or him pushing her face into Lilly's pussy. It's everything we planned and nothing we haven't done before.

I hate myself for all of it.

I don't know what's wrong with me. I've never hated it before. I've always gotten a high better than any drug could give me when I get to this point.

I'm winning.

Ivy's demise is near.

This is what I've worked so hard to accomplish.

Yet I've never been unhappier.

It's a hard realization slapping me in the face. I glance at my baby girl. Everything is different with her. I'm in love with her and can't deny it anymore. So I make a final decision.

I'm not doing it.

Game over.

Bobby and Avery can take the win.

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