Page 20 of Lust

“She never fitted in with my life. She hates the track, she hates the club, she was only with me for the money and as soon as she found someone else that could pay for her expensive taste. She left.”

“If you knew all that, why did you stay with her?” She tilts her head, like I’m a puzzle.

“Come on Ivory. Look at me. No sane woman is going to want to be with me.” Can’t she see that. “What woman do you know that wants to be second to a lifestyle? Olivia was as good as I thought I could get.”

Ivory just stares at me and I think she was seeing my point till she took the remaining three steps to stand in front of me, I nearly jumped back as her hands cups my cheek.

“You asked what woman wants to be second to the lifestyle, well a woman that loves you Kace. That is who.” Her words wash over me, and I just scoff.

“Well that isn’t going to happen.”

“Why?”

I looked down into her eyes, and she looks really confused.

“Cause I’m not planning on letting another woman in. I did once, and it burnt me. I wasn’t good enough for her. I gave her everything.”

“Not every woman is like Olivia.” Her words had some annoyance to them. “Just because she burnt you, doesn’t mean you should cut yourself off from women.”

To be honest with myself. I was looking at the woman I had wanted to let in but realized I was just opening myself up to get hurt because Ivory would never want a man like me. She was a billionaire’s daughter. She was everything a guy like me can’t obtain.

“Not planning on cutting women off. Still got the club women.” I replied coolly trying to watch her expression, but she is a poker player and doesn’t give me a reaction. “You hungry?” I changed the subject.

“I just came from tea.”

“So that’s a no.”

“No it’s a yes. I didn’t eat. Couldn’t eat at the same table as a dog.” The words just come off her lips and her eyes widened like she wasn’t meant to be honest with me. I just smirk at her, not defending Olivia like I think she was expecting me to do.

“Fair enough. I’ll order in.” I said and pulled my phone out. “You don’t mind sitting on the floor though?”

“Yeah it’s fine.”

“Otherwise my bed is still here.” I cracked a smirk at her, and can’t stop myself. She smiles.

“I think you and I and a bed, would lead to things other than eating.”

“Not the case I can still think of something I can eat,” and her expression was priceless causing me to laugh. “I’ll order. Any requests?”

She was blushing and just shakes her head, so I ring up a standard order.

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Ivory tooka drink from her beer, she had loosened up and wasn’t as upset as when she arrived. I wasn’t sure if it was due to making inappropriate jokes or the food. Regardless, her mood has lifted.

We were sitting on the floor in front of an unlit fire. The summer was here with a vengeance.

“God it’s hot.” Ivory said, and she had already shrugged off her jacket. Why she was even wearing a jacket in this weather was a good question.

“Says the woman who came here wearing a jacket.” I muttered, not being able to stop myself.

She rolled her eyes. “I had a family dinner and my parents believe in one season. Winter. I swear the house is made of ice during summer. Every air conditioner is going and we are talking every room.” She explained. “Even during winter the house is cold.”

“Do you want me to turn the air conditioner on?” I hadn’t done it because I hadn’t planned on staying here long. But then she showed up and perhaps I was stupid to have left it off this long. After all I was hot.

“It’s fine don’t want to run up your bills.” She shrugged. “Plus I’m used to it. My apartment doesn’t have air conditioning at all.”

My expression drops. “You are joking?” I just stare at her. “You’re a billionaire how can you not have air conditioning?”

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