Heath lay down beside Ivy and smiled at her. She looked upset at him. He knew he must convince her he wanted her permanently, and he wasn’t desperate to be married to anyone. Now, Heath tried to think of ways to not just tease her but gain her trust. “Heath, I didn’t invite you in here. Why are you on my bed?” Heath found it amusing to hear Ivy’s voice betrayed her feelings. Heath propped his cheek up on his hand and rested his elbow on the bed as he watched her. “Well, if you don’t know, I’ll have to show you,” Heath said. He couldn’t resist smiling at her reaction to the joke he made. “Ivy, you were having trouble standing, so I brought you in here so we could be more comfortable as we talk. If we fall asleep, then we’ll be more comfortable here.” He was confident that it all sounded so logical. “Heath, you’re wearing a suit. How will you sleep comfortably? I know I can’t sleep in this. I’m getting ready for sleep, and you should go to
Ivy could feel the care he took with her. This wasn’t the man who’d totally dominated her life before. It wasn’t fair. She could feel her emotions and resolve caving. Ivy couldn’t think everything through when he was touching her and playing her pleasure points like an instrument. Her body thrilled at the feel of his pleasuring her. She arched back, angling her entrance for him and her toes curled as he worked her body. Sparks of excitement travelled her body from her head to her toes. It’d been so long since she’d been with a man. With Heath, he remembered what made her lose her mind. He didn’t stop there. He exploited that knowledge, and Ivy couldn’t remember why she was holding out before this. “This isn’t fair, Heath. I’m risking everything for this. You’re risking nothing. Ah.” He’d caressed her clit with his finger, swirling it and then pinching it. All the while slowly pressing into her core, filling her unbelievably full again. Her body shoo
Ivy stood in the bathroom. Her mind could finally process everything.She cursed herself for letting Heath have his way. Ivy gasped as her mind stumbled over how she’d sabotaged herself. Why hadn’t she insisted Heath wear a condom? She wasn’t on birth control. Ivy wasn’t dating. Once was bad, but she let him do it twice. How did he corner her into this situation? Or was she the guilty party? He now dictated her life.Another child outside of marriage. This time, it would affect her career. Heath thought he could control the damage. She didn’t have the clout to hide behind like Heath.He did this to force her to accept his plans. Ivy wanted to trust him. She really wanted to believe in him. Their history told her otherwise. He wanted her; she knew he believed that.Ivy had taken her phone with her. She couldn’t face herself in the mirror, then she’d face the internet. Ivy needed to know what others thought.Ivy found it trending. Second only to actual news.[Heir to the Allan Empire Di
Ivy resisted until she couldn’t fight it anymore. Now she broke down and admitted her weakness. She acted like her fears were soul destroying. Heath wanted to laugh and tell her how foolish she was acting. But he’d already seen how she acted when he discounted her beliefs tonight. He knew the problem resulted from her exhaustion from the highly emotional day they had. He needed her to relax. That was half the fun behind why he’d taken her to bed. She needed an outlet to blow off some steam so they could have a sane conversation. He’d not expected it to be so difficult to get her alone. Heath was the first to say he didn’t resent his son. Now he understood why. Someone once told him his sex-life would take a hit after kids. To think he’d planted the idea of having more of them tonight in Ivy’s mind. Hell, he might have done more than that tonight. Heath knew it was a dick move. He desperately wanted to have his dream life back. The reality of having a family with Ivy was to
“I should go before Geoff gets antsy. We won’t discuss anything without you.” Heath said. Now they heard the television and the video game console power up. “I may need to limit on his use of that. It may become a problem.” Ivy frowned at Heath’s words. She was unsure what he meant, then her mind connected the dots. He spoke about the gaming system. It wasn’t something she expected Heath to focus on. Not this quickly into parenting. “You can do that?” She’d not explored the parental controls yet because other means of control were working. Ivy didn’t expect him to be aware of these things. “There are parental controls, Ivy. We’ll talk about it later if you like. Are you familiar with how they work?” She wasn’t sure if he joked or believed she was stupid. This wasn’t how she expected to wake up this morning. “It wasn’t a priority for me. If I didn’t want him playing with it, I’d take the power cables or the controllers.” Ivy groaned so
“Hey Geoff. Did you remember we’re going to the zoo today? We need to eat breakfast and get ready.” Heath found Geoff playing video games and drew his attention with a reminder of their zoo visit. “The look mom gave you means we aren’t going.” Geoff looked upset and gravely watched the screen. His eyes never left the television, nor did he greet Heath. “What look?” Heath wanted to curse himself for having created a miniature, self-aware duplicate of himself. How did his parents manage him? He remembered, they didn’t. His mother passed him off to a nanny. So, she could go to her social teas and charity work. “Mom’s look meant you did something wrong. Now, you’re in trouble.” Geoff said. Heath laughed ruefully at that. He wouldn’t argue that. Ivy didn’t make anything easy. “What trouble?” Now Heath was concerned. Ivy wasn’t the violent type. He didn’t think she’d changed that much. “An unhappy mom. When she’s like t
Ivy walked from the bedroom to the kitchen. She wore her blonde hair in a high ponytail, a soft pink fuzzy sweater with dark grey jeans. Heath thought she looked dressed for class, not the zoo. Seeing her like this brought back some sweet memories. “Good morning, everyone. Waffles? I didn’t realize we still had some.” “I found them in the freezer. It was easy to pop them into the toaster.” Heath said. He silently questioned his actions. Was something wrong? Ivy shrugged. “Well, they aren’t old. I made them last weekend. It feels longer. They’re better than store-bought waffles and they freeze well enough. Geoff eats so many, I make large batches, then freeze them. That way I’m not making them daily.” Ivy looked to Geoff for confirmation. “Are they okay?” Heath handed her, her coffee. “Great as always.” Geoff busied himself smearing more jam over his second helping. “I didn’t see any syrup. Before I could ask, he took jam from the frid
“Dad? Are you ready to help me get ready?” Geoff poked his head into the bathroom while Heath prepared to shave. “I just need to shave, and I’ll be with you. Come in.” His dad said. He smiled at him before he rubbed an electric razor over his face. “Dad, you do that every day.” Geoff asked. Geoff’s look of wonder and horror amused his father. His mom didn’t do that. Was it a guy thing? Geoff didn’t know about it. “Yes, and when you’re older, you will, too. It’s part of being a man.” His dad found his question entertaining and patted his head. “Do I have to?” Geoff was uncertain about the daily commitment. It gave the impression of being both painful and time-consuming. Like making his bed or tiding up his room. “If you don’t then you’ll grow a moustache and beard. You’ll need to wash them and keep them trimmed neatly.” His eyes widened at his dad’s explanation. Geoff never considered growing facial hair. He didn’t know anyo