I want my man back

Ivory’s POV

Whatever Willis meant by that, I knew it wasn’t good.

Not only did it mean Julian was in trouble, it also meant she would hate me even more—they all would.

“Quit smirking,” I snapped at Willis, jolting to my feet as I hurried toward Arlo.

His steps were brisk, by the time I caught up with him, I was breath hard, my mouth open to suck in air.

“Arlo” I called out. He stopped and turned.

“Wait in the car.” He ordered, turning his back on me.

“No, wait.” I interjected.

“Get in the car, Ivory!” He roared, his voice crackling like a thunder through a storm.

I recoiled, taking a step back as if his voice had struck me physically. I stepped backward, eyes widened.

It took a moment for me to realize what he had said. He called me Ivory.

“Wait, what?!” I blurted out, my lips broadening in a smile wider than I could control.

Willis came to view and I went to his side at once.

“He called me Ivory! He called me Ivory!” I sang unable to contain my excitement.

Willis didn’t look as