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she looked at him, and for the first time he noticed the darkness in her eyes. After this, he would be thankful that she would be going away.

“Alright,” Grey said wishing for a brief moment that Ivy could be there to witness it. “Tonight, you will be my little wife. And in the morning, you will wish that you never asked for such a thing.”

As Grey felt himself push through her, he thought of how Ivy would die if she only knew. The thought brought him comfort as he heard Kit scream. Unaware and unconcerned if she was in pleasure or pain, he grabbed her black her long black mane again, slapped her buttocks leaving a red bruise mark and ripped violently into her.

**

Across town hours later, morning came soon for Nicola. The sun crept through his blinds and shined across his bedroom creating a luminous glow. Opening his eyes, he stared at the ceiling and instantly thought of Ivy. He would have called her last night and told her to stop by Grey’s house, but if something had happened to her in the dangerous winter weather, he would have felt totally responsible. So regretfully, he held his secret in hopes of revealing it and Grey at a later time. Even now, he smiled at the thought.

Removing his arm from the young woman snuggled comfortably under him, Nicola got out of bed and stretched his long body. It was only seven thirty in the morning, but he felt as though he was getting a late start. Stepping in the shower, he grabbed a small washcloth and allowed the steaming hot water to splash across his chest. Ten minutes later, he walked out of the bathroom with his towel around his waist and his black hair curled in wet locks at the nape of his long neck. He sat on the very edge of the bed by a sleeping woman, picked up his phone and dialed Ivy.

“Hello,” Ivy said answering on the second ring.

“Are you already awake?” Nicola pictured her as being a chronic late sleeper.

“The baby wakes me up at around four thirty or five every morning,” she said throwing her last load of clothes in the dryer.

“Damn.” He could see her kneeling sickly over the bathroom toilet. “Well, I was calling to see what time you were going to be ready.”

“Umm, the doctor’s appointment is at eleven-thirty. So, I’ll be ready whenever you get here.” She was nervous about them going to the doctor together, but she was also ready for it to be finished.

“I’ll head over there in a little while,” he said making eye contact with the young blue-eyed blonde as she rolled over in his bed nude.

“Alright. Hey, are you hungry? I fixed breakfast already, and I have enough for one more.” She didn’t want to just invite him to breakfast outright. What if he declined?

“Sure, fix me a plate, and I’ll head on now before it gets cold.” The small proposal excited him almost as much as the woman waking from her peaceful slumber.

**

At nine o’clock, Nicola pulled into the Ivy’s apartment complex. His face-off with Grey the night before was still fresh on his mind, and he struggled with the prospect of telling Ivy about it all. It wasn’t so much that he wanted her for himself; it was that he didn’t want her with Grey. Ivy was a nice girl, not like the many women that both of them bedded. Looking at his watch, he picked up his cell phone and dialed her house phone.

“Hello,” Ivy said putting the blueberry pancakes on his plate.

“Hey, I’m out front.” Nicola got out of his truck and closed the door.

“Okay.” Her heart skipped a beat. Why did it do that every time he was near her?

Quickly, she grabbed the air freshener and sprayed it widely in the air, ran past the mirror to check her lipstick, and brushed her hair. Opening the door, as he was about to knock, she greeted him with a smile trying not to pant visibly. He reached into the door and hugged her warmly. She felt his chiseled hands softly touch her body and realized that goose bumps were forming.

“Hey, lady. How are you?” he asked tugging at her denim overalls and green cashmere turtleneck. He couldn’t help but notice her long brown locks shimmering brightly in the sunlight and her caramel skin glowing with pure radiance. She was definitely a timeless beauty.

“I’m fine.” Ivy closed the door. “Just tired.” She admired his face for a moment before leading him to the kitchen table where their food sat neatly prepared on her finest dishware.

“Man, you went all out,” he said placing his leather coat on the back of the kitchen chair. “I haven’t had a home cooked breakfast in… years.”

“Talk about pressure. I really hope that you like it,” she said sitting down beside him.

Tasting the sweet strawberries and Delta syrup on his pancakes, he thought back to early mornings at his home back in Miami when he was growing up. The only other woman he had ever had breakfast with was his mother many, many years ago. Looking up at Ivy, who now enjoyed her meal quietly, he felt a warm and comforting sentiment in his heart.

“Why did you stop eating?” she asked curiously looking up at him with an innocent smile. “Do you need something?”

“No,” he said softly, his voice barely carrying enough sound to whisper. He cleared his voice and continued. “Your place is nice.” Looking out of the window, he saw a bird perch on the tree. “You live in a little fairy tale over here, don’t you? Your birds even chirp in the morning.”

“All birds chirp in the morning,” she said filling his glass with orange juice.

“My birds don’t chirp. They usually have a hangover the in the morning.” He stretched again fighting a nagging hangover.

“Probably from partying with the likes of you.” They made eye contact.

At that very moment, Nicola wished that she could have