𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐜𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐈𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

Chapter 40~ Listen up

"This is amazing" Nicolas chuckles lightly.

"Will you hurt her?" Sebastian asks harshly shaking me and I groan before grabbing his collar and stopping him, I raise my fist and before I could slam it into his face I hear a squeal. "OH MY GOSH, IS THAT D?"

I Look behind a shaking Sebastian and see Ivy running to mom before grabbing the phone from her, she turns off speaker phone and ignores the fact I am about to punch Sebastian before walking right back into the room chatting with Dawson, leaving her poor poor Seb with me.

"Look man" he grins at me sheepishly before I glare, "Save me Nicolas" he mutters and I roll my eyes before yanking his hands off of me. "I'm your cousin, help me you ass wipe" he looks at Nicolas watching us amused.

"I'd never fucking hurt her" I say and his eyes snap mine before he rapidly nods. "I know, yep, I know, nowcanIgoplease?" He asks quickly.

If I hit him, Ivy will be mad at me. Ivy being mad at me means no more cuddles, no more hearing her talk and no more so many things so I glare at the dumb man before letting him go. "Don't touch me again" I grit and he nods before practically running off.

"I thought that would last longer" mom rolls her eyes getting off the couch with a glare towards me. I keep my eyes from widening and I groan my face whipping to the side when she raises her fist and slams it into my jaw. "A preview of what happens if you hurt that fucking girl of sunshine" she says and I look at her holding my jaw as she smiles sweetly at me going on her tippy toes kissing my cheek. "Have a good date son" she says before walking off.

What. The. Fucking. Fuck.

I hear a snort behind me and see Nicolas red from laughing at me, I glare at him as he gets up and walks away laughing like a mad man.

I groan as a wave of pain washes through my body as my fucking jaw aches, that woman punches harder then I could ever even wish. I mean she was the mafia queen but still, God damn it mom.

Why do they all even think I'd try to hurt her?

Before I could put some goddamn ice on my jaw, I heard someone walking down the stairs. My eyes snapped up to where the sound came from to finally set my eyes on someone I know I don't deserve. Fuck-my Ivy is so beautiful.

She's in a tight little white blouse, the top two or three buttons left undone and a simple black tennis skirt. She clearly forgot it's almost mid winter, but today was one of the warmer days. And I don't mind giving her my jacket.

Goddamn she's gorgeous, everything about my baby is perfect. How her finger nails are painted white to match her shirt, the simple gold necklaces she has layered, her smile and amazing eyes. She's memorising. 

"Have fun ladies" Abby smirks and walks towards the door but not before stopping beside me and whispering her own threat. "Hurt her in any single way and I'll forget you're the big bad mafia boss before slitting your throat and draining every ounce of your blood" she smiles sweetly before walking off and I hear the door swing closed indicating we're all alone now.

I roll my eyes and look back to Ivy, I feel a small smile on my lips when a blush makes it's way to her cheeks. "Stop looking at me like that" she mutters walking towards me and I smile big.

"You look fuc-" she looks up and glares at me, I chose to change my words "You look freaking gorgeous" I whisper and her glare turns into a smile before she wraps her arms around my neck pulling me down slightly.

"You look really pretty too" she pecks my lips and I chuckle, I'm so whipped it freaking hurts

"Please don't tell me we're going to a restaurant" she whispers and I smile leaning down placing a small kiss on her soft lips, then the corner of her lips. Her lips tilt up into a smile that I love seeing on her lips before she pulls me down smashing my lips on hers.

I feel her smile into the kiss before she starts kissing me back, my hands slide down to her waist and I pull her to me using it before wrapping my arms around her body cutting all the air between us.

Her soft lips move against mine as my stomach flutters? Her hand tangles into my hair as she kisses me harder. I smile and kiss her back with all the passion in the world, my girl.

"We're gonna be late" I mutter against her lips, she ignores me and continues kissing me pulling slightly on my hair making me groan. Am I dreaming or is Ivy...Horny? This should be fun.

"It's fine, I'm always late everywhere" she answers breathlessly as she pulls away and I smirk at her shaking my head a bit, a blush makes it's way to her cheeks and the look in her eyes is so fucking clear it makes me hard.

My hands tangle into her hair and her breath hitches, "Keep looking at me like that and we'll never make it out of the house" I warn lowly as her dark green eyes look up at me with a bit of shock from my words and the other look, want.

"I'm not doing anything" she whispers biting down on her bottom lip as she steps away with the blush on her lips persistent, as she tries walking towards the door.

I grab her wrist and pull her back as she gasps when her back presses against my front, finally. Her little act is slowly being let the fuck down. I smirk and move her curls to the side before I place a small kiss on her neck, "Accept it" I demand and I hear her hold her breath. "No" she whispers back and my smirk only grows, she just did.

With one last kiss to her neck I push her hair back before letting go of her and grabbing my keys, "I hate you" she glares at me before crossing her arms and striding towards the door. No she doesn't.

I pull the leather jacket a bit fixing it as I walk behind her, I can't fucking wait until she drops the whole act. Admitting it was an act, since the first day I layed eyes on her I knew. She was hiding her real self. And slowly that Ivy I crave to see is tearing her way to the top, back where she should be. Not afraid, or thinking about other's opinions on her. The Ivy that I know is in there somewhere.

A/N
Word count: 1973

Ivy is still on my hit list -_-