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I’m squealing like a little schoolgirl. “Really? You’re okay with that?”

His face morphs from disgust to serenity. “I’m more than okay with it, Ivy. You know I love giving you shit, it keeps me young.” He laughs. “Go get ready. We ride in twenty… Bitches!”

He is hysterical and keeps me laughing with all the crazy shit he comes up with.

Chugging my water, I make a beeline to my room and change out my clothes, putting something more presentable on to step out in.

Chapter Sixteen

Ivy

March 2023

The past few months have been total bliss and sadness.

Bliss, because who knew I’d enjoy life so much more without my every waking moment being planned and dictated by a man I thought had been the love of my life?

While I felt a sense of happiness with the way things were going, I was missing Abel.

A lot.

Even though we only shared one magical night together, I missed everything about that night, him, and what could have been.

The way this man talked to me, as if he’s known me for an eternity, brings a smile to my face.

He made me see that I am so much more than I ever could have imagined.

Closing my eyes, I imagine the way his hands felt as they roamed across my naked body. I can almost feel those big, firm hands of his caressing my body like the finest silk as I sit here and think about him.

The way he called meMarrone Dolce, sets my pussy on fire each time it graces his lips. Lips that are the perfect size for kissing, licking, nibbling, and sucking. I can feel the feathery softness as if he were pressing them against mine.

Before I know it, I’m moaning.

“Shit.” I groan, bringing myself back to my sad reality.

I want and miss Abel.

Thankfully Cam and I have been having a best friends’ day every other week, allowing us to unwind from the stress of school and getting my mind off Abel. Travis comes on the weeks he can. What makes it even better is walking around the park, the mall, and the nail salon, sandwiched in between two equally hot guys. I get blank stares from other men, but lustful and devilish looks from women who dream of being with two guys, living out their dirtiest fantasy.

That’s right, ladies. Eat your hearts out because they’re mine.

When I say we did everything together, I meant it.

I didn’t have many friends growing up, and I’m still not sure how Camden and I became friends. Being raised by my grandmother was the best, but I craved the love of my father who refused to acknowledge I was his kid and a mother who left for whatever reason.

God is the only one who knows why.

My gran did the best she could which was everything in my eyes.

Never once did she bad mouth either of my parents to me because she was that type of person.

I’d done that all on my own.

It was really hard keeping your mouth shut when the school bullies would tell you stories about your parents.

Not the good kind of stories either. They would call me an orphan because my parents didn’t love me enough to keep me. ‘You’re loveless, Poison Ivy.’Tabitha was one horrible littlebitch. I hold grudges and if Ieversee her again, I’ll fucking deck her.

At any rate, she’s the reason I harbored ill feelings towards my parents because as the years came and gone, we grew up. She didn’t of course, and the stories never ended.

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