Ivy's Twisted Vine Redux Latrivia Nelson (best selling autobiographies .txt) 📖

he did was chase skirts after all? Or maybe he had one particular skirt that meant more to him than her. Was she the woman who had designed his home? Had she picked out the comforter on his bed, the paintings on his wall? Had she picked out the clothes on back? Maybe she was just out of town the night that they had gotten together? Ivy stopped herself.

“Why am I so angry that Nicola has a friend, when I have a fiancé? Silly little girl,” Ivy said out loud before crawling into bed.

**

“Did my phone just ring?” Nicola asked walking back into his bedroom.

“Yeah, but I told who ever she was that you were busy,” Kelly said sitting up in the bed.

“But I wasn’t busy.” Nicola said walking over to his caller ID to find that it was Ivy that had called. “Shit.” Picking up the phone, he rolled his eyes at the young blonde who ignored his pouts. “Did she sound like something was wrong?”

“I don’t know,” she said rolling her eyes back at him and throwing the cover off of her legs. “You know, I’m getting pretty fucking tired of every time I come over, you running to the phone. The other morning you got up and called some girl at the crack of dawn to meet for breakfast. I mean, I was still in your bed. It would have been nice for you to at least wait until I was gone.”

“I’m only going to tell you this once…don’t answer my damn phone.”

“Who is she, Nicola?”

“Do I question what you do? Do I care? No.”

“She means that much to you, huh?” Kelly’s eyes begin to water.

“You don’t understand the situation. And I don’t expect you to either, but I’m telling you this…” he said getting Ivy’s answering machine. “You had better hope that she didn’t need anything serious.” He hung up the phone before the machine could record his voice.

“Who ever this bitch is, she is not your fucking girlfriend,” she said finally standing up nude beside his bed. As long as she had been seeing Nicola, he’d never been worried about anyone but himself.

“Kelly, neither are you,” he said enjoying pissing her off. At least she was feeling the way that he felt at that moment…totally annoyed. “And don’t ever call her a bitch again. You have such a dirty mouth.”

“You like my dirty mouth it when it’s on your dick!”

“Well it’s not on there now, so do me a favor and clean your language up. No one likes a woman with a potty mouth.” He paused for a moment and looked at her completely enamored with him. A pointless pursuit. “Kelly, maybe you’re just wasting your time here. Go home.”

“Go home? My God, Nicola. We have been seeing each other for years. And all you can tell me to do after all of this time is to go home. You are such an asshole! I mean eventually, I thought you would at least learn to like me, but it’s the same old get in and get out with you.” She dressed quickly.

“I’m just not in a position to give you what you want. I have told you that a hundred times over.”

“News flash, Nic. You’ll never be in a position to give me what I want, because you’re too busy using people. You’re just a bitter, thirty-year-old childish boy that’s playing cop. And when you take off your badge, your gun and your uniform, you know what you’re left with?” she asked pulling her long blonde hair up in a ponytail.

“No. But I’m sure that you’ll tell me,” Nicola said with derisive smirk. He was so ready for her to leave.

“You’re left with nothing! Because you are shell, Nicola. You don’t have a life. You don’t have a heart. You don’t have a purpose. I mean, I’ve never once heard you talk about family or heard of them visiting. They’re probably as sick of you as I am.” She fumbled with her jeans as she put them on. “You don’t have shit, because you’re a nothing…a fucking nobody!” Storming past him, she pulled her keys out of her purse.

“Then why do you constantly come back to bother me?” he asked walking behind her trying to make sure that she didn’t break anything on her way out of the house.

“Because you’re just little better fuck than my forty-dollar dildo.” Opening his front door, she looked back one last time. “By the way, loose my number, jerk off,” she said throwing him the finger sign.

“Psycho,” Nicola said shaking his head as he watched her slam his door. He was glad that she had finally gone and left him to rest. He had planned for her to leave right after they had sex, but she had to cuddle under him talking about absolutely nothing for a whole damn hour. Before he knew it, she had taken up his entire night. If Ivy hadn’t called, she probably would have been content to spend the night, which he was hoping wouldn’t happen. Thank God for small favors, he thought to himself.

Pulling the sheets off of his bed, Nicola looked at the ultrasound picture again for the hundredth time. He couldn’t wait to find out if those little babies were actually his. Balling the sheets up and taking them to the washroom, he grabbed the framed ultrasound and took it with him. With care, he took the picture out of the frame and placed it under his Hooters refrigerator magnet; he leaned against the kitchen counter. What did Ivy want so late at night? Maybe she just wanted to talk to me?

“Maybe,” he said aloud smiling as he ran his dishwater.

**

Finished. Finally. Turning off his computer and throwing his report by the stack of papers on his desk, Grey picked up his keys and grabbed his briefcase. It had been a long day, and all he really cared to do was get some sleep. Gliding his fingers over the