Chapter 7
Dos
Istood in the shower, letting the hot water rinse away the scent of Mia, the guilt clinging to me heavier than the steam in the air. I’d just fucked the hell out of Ivy, and still, I felt dirty. I had to get my shit together. This sneaking around wasn’t me. I hated the way it made me feel, the way it made me question everything Ivy did. So far, the AirTags had her at the gym, a smoothie shop, and spending time with Crystal. Nothing suspicious, but the evidence still left me uneasy. Something was off.
Tonight, though, we were going to the club together. It had been weeks since we partied, just the two of us. I needed to get this relationship back on track, remind myself why I was doing all of this. I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist. Ivy was lying across the bed, scrolling through her phone, her damp curls spilling over her shoulders. She looked up at me, smirking.
“You done?” she teased. “Took you long enough.”
I chuckled, rubbing my towel over my head before tossing it onto a chair. “Needed to make sure I was fresh for you, baby.” I leaned down, kissing her lips softly, but she pulled back, playfully narrowing her eyes.
“You act like I don’t know what you smell like fresh out of the shower,” she said, arching an eyebrow. “You’re up to something.”
I forced a laugh, shaking my head. “Damn, can a nigga just want to smell good for his lady?”
She stared at me for a beat before letting it go. “So, what’s the plan for tonight?”
I sat next to her on the bed, running a hand up her thigh. “We’re hitting the club together. Just us. It’s been too long since we had a night out, dancing, drinking…” I trailed my fingers higher, smirking. “Getting into all kinds of trouble.”
Ivy grinned, biting her lip. “Sounds like my kind of night.”
I reached over to the closet and pulled out the dress I had been saving for her. A red, skin-tight mini dress with thin straps and a deep neckline. I tossed it onto the bed beside her. “Wear this.”
She picked it up, holding it against her body with an amused expression. “Oh, so we’re picking out my clothes now?”
I shrugged, leaning back on my elbows. “Just saying… I bought it for you weeks ago, and you still haven’t worn it. I think tonight is the perfect time.”
Ivy stood up, holding the dress in front of her, looking at herself in the mirror. “You just want me in this so you can have all the niggas in the club jealous of you.”
I got up, wrapping my arms around her from behind, whispering in her ear, “Nah, I want you in it so I can be the one taking it off later.”
She shivered slightly, tilting her head to give me access as I kissed along her neck.
“You think you slick,” she murmured, but she wasn’t pulling away.
I spun her around to face me, our eyes locking. “I just want us to have a good time tonight. No stress, no drama. Just me and you.”
She nodded slowly, running her fingers over my chest. “Yeah… just us.”
But we were both holding secrets. And tonight, we were pretending they didn’t exist.
I drove to the club with Ivy in the passenger seat, my fingers drumming on the steering wheel. Even though I was supposed to be working tonight, Stacy was there, which meant I could handle some paperwork, make my rounds, and still set up in VIP with Ivy.
When we pulled up to Mystic, the line was already wrapped around the building. As soon as we stepped inside, all eyes were on Ivy. She was that girl. Her body was tight, sculpted like one of those IG models, and her face card never declined—always flawless. But tonight, in that red dress, she was something else.
Heads turned, necks craned, and whispers spread through the crowd. Niggas were thirsty, but Ivy only had eyes for me. I led her upstairs to VIP, making sure she had everything she needed—a bottle, a prime view, and me. Then, I made my way through the club, handling business, making sure the money was moving like it should. From time to time, I glanced up at her, and every time I did, she was watching me.
When I finally made my way back to VIP, she was on the dance floor, moving in ways that made my dick jump. The way she rolled her hips, the way her ass bounced with every beat of the music, it was hypnotizing. I leaned against the railing, gripping my drink, but my other hand betrayed me, sliding down to rub against the growing bulge in my pants. The imprint was obvious, and I didn’t care. Watching her like this, knowing she was mine, had me ready to take her right there. She turned, locking eyes with me, and smirked. She knew exactly what she was doing. And she loved every second of it.
Ivy made her way back to VIP, her hips still swaying to the music as she approached me. The show she put on downstairs had me ready to take her right here in front of everybody. She slid onto the couch next to me, her body warm against mine. My hand inched up her thigh, fingers brushing against the smooth skin. She didn’t flinch—didn’t stop me. Instead, she leaned in, smiling as she parted her legs just a little wider.
I took my chance, slipping my fingers under the hem of that tight red dress. The fabric was soft, but not as soft as what I found between her thick thighs. I slid her panties to the side, feeling her heat against my fingertips. She was already soaked.
A smirk tugged at her lips as she met my gaze. I pushed two fingers inside her, slow at first, teasing. Her breath hitched, but she didn’t break eye contact. I kept the rhythm steady, moving my hand back and forth as the crowd below us danced, oblivious to what was happening up here. Ivy bit her lip, her nails digging into my arm as her body tensed. A low moan escaped her throat as she came all over my fingers, her juices coating my skin.
I pulled my hand back, bringing my fingers to my mouth, licking her sticky sweetness off one by one, savoring the taste. And that’s when I saw them, Uno and Crystal. His cock-blocking ass would show up now, just when shit was getting good.
As soon as Uno and Crystal walked into VIP, I knew it was about to be an interesting night. Ivy was still pressed up against me, her body warm, her scent all over me. I leaned back in my seat, letting my smirk linger as Uno approached.
He dapped me up. “What’s good, bro?”
“Chilling,” I said, holding up my hand. “Just licking some juices off my fingers.”
Ivy elbowed me, but the little smirk she shot me told me she wasn’t really mad. Crystal caught the exchange and shook her head, her lips twitching in amusement. Uno gave me a look but didn’t say anything. Instead, he took a sip of his drink. “So, what brings y’all out tonight?”
“Ivy and I were talking earlier,” Crystal chimed in, “and she mentioned she was coming out with you tonight. Figured it’s been a minute since we all hung out, had some drinks, and hit the dance floor.”
Uno nodded like he was cool with it, but I caught the way his eyes flicked toward Ivy. Whatever was going through his head, he kept it to himself.
Before I could say anything else, Ivy grabbed Crystal’s hand and led her to the dance floor. I watched as they melted into the crowd, moving in sync the way they always did.
Leaning against the railing, I took a sip of my drink and watched them work. The way Ivy rolled her hips, the way Crystal’s body fit right up against hers—it was something else.
I let out a low chuckle. “Damn,” I muttered, eyes locked on Ivy.
Uno was watching, too, his jaw tight as he nursed his drink.
Yeah, this was gonna be an interesting night.
Ivy and Crystal were having a good time on the dance floor, I took this moment to address Uno. I turned to face him. "So, bro, anything we need to discuss? Or are we just gonna act like everything is cool?"
Uno smirked, sipping his drink. "You tell me. Have you spoken with Ivy yet?”
I shook my head no.
Leaning back, in the leather sectional, I said, "Why do I need to talk to Ivy when you’re right here? But something tells me you got something on your mind. You keep bring up Ivy like you know something about my girl. What’s up?”
"Man, I always got something on my mind," he shot back. "Especially when it comes to you."
I chuckled. "Yeah ok. Let me find out some shit, Uno."
Uno shook his head, but his grin stayed in place. "Go handle your business, Dos. I got my own shit to worry about."
I tapped him on the shoulder before making my way to my office. Once inside, I settled at my desk, reviewing last night's reports and entering the data into my laptop. A soft knock at the door interrupted me.
"Come in," I called out, expecting one of the bartenders or security guys.
Instead, it was Crystal. She stepped inside, closing the door behind her. Her eyes held a playful glint as she leaned against the desk.
"What’s up?" I asked, raising a brow.
She ran her tongue across her bottom lip. "Hey, Dos. You got a minute?”
“Yea, what’s up?”
“I kinda want to talk with you about Ivy.”
“Go ahead. I’m listening.”
“Are you sure Ivy is ready for marriage?”
“She said yes to my proposal. The question has yet to be seen if marriage suits either one of us. I guess I could ask you, why hasn’t my brother tied you down yet?” A sinister grin crossed my lips as the space between us closed.
“I guess that means we both have something in common.”
“I think we have more in common than you think.” I said as I circled Crystal. Her red hair hung down her back. The black mini dress barely covered her plump round ass. “Anything else you wanna ask me?”
She giggled a playful laugh and asked, “I was just wondering... Can I taste whatever you were licking off your fingers earlier?"
I chuckled, leaning against my desk, now facing her. "Oh, you bold tonight."
She shrugged, stepping closer. "I mean... unless you’d rather have something else to taste?"
I eyed her, intrigued. "Flattered, but does Uno know you’re back here?"
She smirked, her fingers trailing along the desk. "Do you always know where Ivy is?"
Her words settled between us like a challenge. My fingers dipped between her thighs, sliding against her heat. She gasped but didn’t move away.
Yeah, this was about to get real interesting.