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This was what she wanted, wasn’t it? For him to finally leave her be, find someone else to harass? It was; but, just... Tiffany?

Reaching out for the entry curtain, Ivy gasped as it opened on its own.

Face to face with Sever, her heart thumped faster than the music and she forgot every single thing she was angry about.

Staring her down, eyes cold and unreadable, he advanced.

She backpedaled until he had her pinned against the couch.

“Say it,” he said.

“Say what?”

Cheek pressed against hers, he said, “I win.”

Her eyes fell shut. Suddenly, there was only one thing she wanted.

“I win,” Ivy said, and shoved him to the couch.

Ivy bouncedin her husband’s lap on their living room couch, fucking him exactly like she did Sever, just two hours earlier in a Sunset Strip VIP booth.

Only with Sever, there was dark atmospheric lighting and sexy music and her knees were stuck to the vinyl seat and he wastouching her so good and panting like a beast and staring at her like she was the hottest woman on the planet.

“Fuck,” said Jason.

“Fuck,” Sever breathed, exposing her jiggling breasts. “Come home with me tonight.”

“What? No.” Feeling her nipples react to his heavy-lidded gaze, she shut her eyes. “God.”

“I need to have you all night again.”

She whimpered. He had to stop sounding so achy and desperate. “You know I can’t.”

Sever snarled, guiding her hips to a faster grind.

She bent forward to whisper in his ear, “Don’t take Tiffany home.”

“Fucking hell, Ivy.” He gathered her hair in his fist and made her look at him. “Youare all I want.”

With a strangled cry, she threw her head back and thrashed in Jason’s arms.

Moments later, Jason came inside her, and she almost jumped off to stop it. She’d taken a shower as soon as she got home, and it felt like forever before Jason returned, and then he wanted it, and it was his birthday and she was still intoxicated and frankly she was dying to relive the thrill she’d just experienced in a VIP booth… furthermore, it was a misogynistic double-standard that women were sluts if they had sex with more than one person in a day, sex was a life-affirming positive act of pleasure and monogamy was a social construct, but now… as it was happening, Ivy felt the significance of being filled with the semen of a man and his father on the same night. Or on any night.

When Jason got up to go to the bathroom, Ivy had to wonder:

Wasshethe snake? Wasshethe devil? Wasshethe villain in this story?

Her head throbbed, and she groaned.

The mojitos were wearing off.

CHAPTER 29

Interview

“He’s not what he seems.”Phone at her ear, Ivy walked out of the law office building and headed home. “I told you last night, Tiff. He’s a player.”

“But he didn’t even play me!” Tiffany cried in disbelief. “He disappeared for like twenty minutes for his business chat, and when he gets back it’s all, let me see you out Ivy, pleasure to meet you all, buh-bye! Where did I go wrong? What changed in those twenty minutes?”

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