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There’s only one person that calls me that.
Only one person that would be cocky enough to stand infront of a moving vehicle knowing it would stop.
That absolute wanker.
Who the hell does he think he is and how the fuck can I get this off?
Twisting and turning it gets me nowhere, and as I attempt to slide it over my hand, I’m met with a more than frustrating amount of resistance. My hand bangs on the side of the counter, the bracelet still in place as that frustration burns into anger.
The door slams into the stop as I force my way back into the bedroom, finding leggings and a top and throwing them on as quickly as I can manage, all thoughts of the after-effects long gone, thank God.
I know one place I’ll be able to get answers, and it’s not here.
“Nice of you to join us,” Stephanie comments from the dinning table, looking up from her laptop, but her smile and cheery attitude sit frozen on her face as she absorbs the fury rolling off me.
It’s with stunned silence they sit there, watching me throw my trainers on and stalk out the front door, slamming it closed behind me. I’m sure they’ll all be scrabbling to get their shoes on and find out what the hell is wrong with me as I pass Penelope’s car—parked perfectly, with not a scratch, dent, or broken window in sight.
Of course.
With a growl, I stomp down the driveway to the obnoxiously large wooden doors.
Ringing the doorbell is not nearly satisfying enough as I hammer my fist against the door, willing someone to come and open it quicker.
“Woah, girl. What’s got you so twisted up?” Oliver asks as he peels the door back.
“Where is he?” I growl.
“So lovely to see you, Ivy. Why don’t you come in?” he asks innocuously as I barge past him.
“Where is he?” I repeat.
“And who exactly are you looking for?” he asks, a mischievous smile on his face. “Wyatt and Jake are downstairs, and Leo’s in the den, I think.” Holding up my wrist is the only answer I can manage as he grins before calling out loudly, “Nick, you’ve got company.”
“You knew,” I hiss, narrowing my eyes at him.It’s not an accusation when it’s the truth.
“Sure thing, princess. That shit got me so fucking hard.”
“You’re disgusting,” I dismiss, heading past him and into the entranceway proper.Where the fuck is he?“Nick,” I call loudly, hoping he’ll hear and finally come my way.
He’s always so irritatingly there when I don’t want him to be, but now that I’m looking for him, he’s nowhere to be seen, and it’s not his broad shoulders that pop out of the den at the sound of my voice, it’s Leo’s, his crystal blue eyes looking me over with concern.
“He’s in the gym with Jacob and Wyatt, what’s up?” he asks, seemingly attempting to find a physical reason for my agitation as he looks me up and down, searching for damage.
“Gym, what gym?” I ask, stomping around the small space.
It’s not tiny by any stretch of the imagination, but way too small to hold in all the anger coursing through my veins right now.
“Downstairs, I’ll take you.”
Concern lines his eyes as he heads towards the changing room, pushing open a door I didn’t notice last time we were here.
“Do you have to?” I clip out at Oliver, who’s practically walking on the back of my heels.
“Oh, I’m not missing this one, sweet cheeks.”
It’s just my luck that the doorbell goes, probably the rest of the girls finally catching up with me, but at least he hurries away, Leo and I heading down the stairs to a huge and fully-equipped gym.
Nick and Jacob don’t even look up, too busy hitting each other to notice anyone else even exists as I storm across the room to their stupid ring.
