Page 33 of Griffin
“Yeah, I didn’t get much sleep,” Ivy admits, a sheepish look on her face.
It takes a second for me to understand what she’s saying.
“Oh … ” I say, staring dead ahead. “Who’s the lucky guy?”
I clench my jaw, aware that my entire body is tense.
Of course she can fuck a guy.
What’s it to me?
But still, it doesn’t feel right.
“Just a guy,” Ivy says, barely looking in my direction.
Why does she sound guilty?
The two of us stare ahead silently until I can’t bear the thoughts in my head any longer.
“Was it worth it?” I ask, rubbing my lips to hide the snarl.
Fucking hell, what am I saying?
Ivy looks at me with surprise, her eyes wide.
“What?”
“The fuck. Was it worth it?”
Ivy blinks rapidly before shrugging.
“Uh, I guess … ”
Which means no.
It means some guy fucked her and emptied his load without considering her.
I drop my head into my hands, silently raging.
“Does your dad know you sleep around?” I ask, my eyes meeting hers.
I’m not being fair, but then, I can’t be rational around Ivy, and I don’t know why.
Ivy’s eyes flash with anger.
“Excuse me?”
Ah, fuck.
“I didn’t mean it to come out like that … ” I sigh, reaching out to cover her hand with mine. Warmth curls beneath my palm, and I squeeze her fingers. “I honestly didn’t.”
Ivy purses her lips and tugs her hand out from under mine.
“It’s none of my dad’s business who I fuck, nor is it any of yours,” Ivy hisses, glancing around her. “I want to watch Melody dance if you don’t mind.”
I lean back into my chair as she leans forward, and we remain silent until the dance lesson is over.
“I’m going to help Melody,” Ivy snaps, pushing past me.
