Chapter 98: Don’t mess with an angel!

Ivy’s pov

"Welp here we go again,"

There was a sickening lurch in my stomach with every step I took towards the Winslow Estate. It felt like I was taking a stroll to the gallows ready to be hung.

I was fully expecting to be met . I got to the door by Harry, my belongings already boxed up and a sack letter slapped on my face. I had rehearsed all the pleas and arguments in my head, but none of them felt like they would be enough.

Harry was pruning the rose bushes near the entrance. He looked up and beamed at me, "Ivy hi, how are you doing,"

"Good Morning, Harry, how was your night,"

Inside, Donna was cooking in the kitchen, the scent of bacon heavy in the air.

I changed into my uniform, trying to calm myself. The fact that j wasn’t thrown out yet was a good thing right?

It meant Gideon hadn’t decided to fire me and if I had to grovel and beg, I would. I grabbed cleaning supplies from the store and as I passed the dining room, I heard Irene’s cheerful voice.

"Ivy! You’re here!"

She rushed over and pulled me into a tight hug. "Come have breakfast with us! Donna makes the most amazing pancakes, next to Roman of course."

Before I could protest, she was dragging me to the table. Irene chattered away about a new designer she was obsessed with, while her ever present and looming bodyguard silently placed a plate of pancakes in front of me, his expression unreadable as usual.

"We’re going skiing this afternoon!" Irene announced excitedly. "You have to come with us! It’ll be so much fun!"

"That sounds... lovely," I managed, my eyes constantly darting towards the dining hall door. It was 9:45. Milo always came for a briefing with Gideon on Mondays before they left for the office together. He would be here any minute. That jackass was going to regret laying his hands on me.

"... Ivy? You okay?"

I blinked rapidly, coming back to the present.

"Sorry, I just didn’t sleep well." It wasn’t a lie. I couldn’t sleep a wink since Saturday.

Just then, Kai waltzed in, shirtless, his black sweatpants slung low on his hips. He stretched his arms over his head, his muscles rippling. "Well, well. Look who finally decided to show up." He winked at me, making me blush despite the knot of dread in my stomach. "How are you my little Ivy?"

Duke grunted that he needed more pancakes and Irene shot up rushing after him. "Duke, no! You don’t have to go get it yourself, Donna will bring them."

"I’m perfectly capable of getting my pancakes," Duke grumbled.

"It’s not that, it’s the principle!" Irene huffed, rushing after him.

While I watched them bicker, Kai moved behind me where I sat, his arm snaking around my chest. He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear.

"What a bad girl you’ve been," he murmured, making me shiver. "I thought Ro and I were enough for you, but you had your eyes on G all along."

I gasped, my eyes wide. "He told you?!"

"Of course he did, my clever little slut." He chuckled against my skin. "I’ll punish you for that later." His hand slid down suddenly grabbing my tits. His fingers pinched my nipple through the thin fabric of my uniform. I yelped, clamping my thighs together as a jolt of pure heat shot through me.

Just then, Irene and Duke turned around and Kai just smirked, gave my breast one last possessive squeeze, and sauntered out of the room.

"Ivy! Your face is as red as a tomato! What on earth just happened? You better spill!"

I was saved by the sound of Milo’s voice, greeting Harry outside. I checked my phone. 9:55 AM. Showtime.

I quickly fired off a text to Cody. "It’s time."

Then I turned to Irene, blushing slightly. "I’ll.gist you all about it later. I have to go."

"Fine, I want all the details when we go skiing!" She gushed while I rushed out of the dining hall and towards the foyer.

Milo was just stepping inside and his eyes flickered with amusement when he saw me. "Gideon hasn’t fired you yet? He will soon. When I’m done with you."

I took a deep breath, forcing a seductive pout onto my face, then moved closer to take his hand. "I’m sorry," I whispered, looking up at him through my lashes. "About Saturday night. For kicking you... for saying all those awful things. Please don’t tell the brothers."

His smirk widened. "Your free trial period is over, Ivy. If you want me to keep my mouth shut, then you better get ready to spread those legs."

Bile rose up in my throat, but I swallowed it back. "Fine," tugged him by the hand towards a coat room very close to the foyer.

"Right now?" His eyes lit up with greedy excitement.

"How else would you know that I was serious?"

I led him into the room, my mind racing. The brothers better show up when the door bell rings.

Milo was gloating behind me as he closed the door. "They have no idea I’m going to fuck their precious little Ivy right under their noses, do they? Oh you dirty girl, Ivy. If they can have you, why can’t I?"

I wanted to smash his face into the wall, but I told myself to hold on. Just a little longer. Just as I was about to push him against the wall, the doorbell rang several times, over and over.

"Aren’t you supposed to answer that?" Milo teased, grabbing a handful of my hair.

"Well considering I’m busy with you," I purred, pushing him against the wall. "Someone else will get it."

"Fine with me. Let’s be quick, I don’t want Gideon looking for me," He quipped. The door bell rang even louder and Milo squeezed his face in irritation. "Who is the fool ringing the door bell?"

"Just focus on me," I grabbed his face when he took a step towards the door. "I’m right here won’t you take me?"

He grinned and threw his shoulders in a shrug before leaning in to kiss me. I turned my lips away giving him my cheek praying that someone answered the damn door already or all my plans would go to waste.

Then Gideon’s voice rang outside. "What’s all that? Who is at the door?"

I could hear Donna rushing to the front door while Roman’s voice followed. "Where’s Vivi? She should be answering the door."

"She was in the dining room a few minutes ago," Kai muttered, sounding confused.

Just then, Donna’s voice cut through the air. "Masters, it’s a delivery man. He says he has a delivery for Sir Milo."

Milo froze against me. "What?"

"Why would Milo’s delivery be delivered here?" Gideon’s voice was laced with suspicion.

Milo’s frown deepened. "What? I didn’t place any delivery."

He looked at me, and I saw the dawning horror in his eyes when he noticed I was grinning up at him.

"Payback’s a bitch, Milo,"

He lunged for me, his hand wrapping around my throat, squeezing tight. "What the fuck did you do?!"