Worse for Love- Book #3 in the WF Series

Chapter 39: Work

❀ Ivy's POV ❀

This dress is so pretty!

Shopping while eating pizza and also knowing that it isn't affecting my bank account has got to be the most euphoric feeling ever.

Hey, Kai said I have all access to shop. I am not missing out on that opportunity. Had I not seen the platinum card, I probably wouldn't be doing this, but have you seen the fucking size of this place? If I spent a little on clothes and shoes and maybe a new phone or something, I'm sure he'll be fine and still probably be able to afford three more of these apartments.

My job doesn't start until tomorrow so I spend my entire day going through different online stores and adding shit to my cart that I never knew I needed.

It's official. I'm becoming a sparkling water drinker.

I texted Kai later at night to see how's work going, but it wasn't a super detailed response. He just told me that everything is fine and that I should go to bed since I have work tomorrow.

Had this been another job, I wouldn't have thought anything too severe, but with his line of work, the worst-case scenario is all I can think of.

I'm sure he's experienced in this, but I just want to see if he's okay. Like a decent human being. No other reason. It's not like I've been making up scenarios of...never mind. I choose not to talk about it before I start cringing at myself because of how soft I've become for one man.

I decide to shut my eyes, but I never actually fall asleep.

Something is wrong. My gut is fucking screaming it at me.

My worry escalates up until 5 a.m. when I hear the bedroom door open.

I think the fear I was feeling was practically caffeine so I could stay up this late.

I don't move from my spot on the bed. He thinks I'm sleeping by the way he gently opened the door so I pretend to for a second. I don't want him to think that I was panicking all night.

He turns the lamp on beside the bed before turning around to unbutton his shirt.

A shirt with blood on it.

My heart starts beating faster.

There are no injuries from what I can see.

He's okay! Physically, he's okay.

Although, his expression shows him utterly distraught. He looks so...empty.

Did he hurt someone? Did someone he know get hurt?

His shirt is pulled off and his back muscles flex without him even realizing it. I cross my legs immediately because him in a bloody shirt and then seeing his back muscles should not get my ass going like this. This isn't fucking normal, Ivy!

I feel him walk over to me while I'm still pretending to keep my eyes shut and kiss my cheek. He moves my hair out of my face and then kisses my cheek again before laying a final one on my forehead.

So he's sweet even when he thinks I'm sleeping? I can't fucking stand him or the way my chest tightens at his gesture. I need to get my shit together expeditiously!

He walks away and that's when I hear the shower running.

After about fifteen minutes, he returns, his hair wet; his sweatpants looking phenomenal beneath his glistening abs.

I have to force my eyes shut so he doesn't catch me and for other purposes as well. Shut the hell up, I don't want to talk about it.

He doesn't join me in bed though.