Chapter 118: Babygirl treatment.

Ivy’s pov

My entire body froze.

I swallowed, eyes widening in surprise. How did... How did he find out? Did that mean he knew my real identity?

I thought about faking not knowing what he was saying, but this was Kai for goodness sake. He would call my bluff immediately.

"I didn’t think you would want someone like me," I whispered, trying to pull away but his arm came up under the water, wrapping around my belly while his cock pressed against my back. "When did you find out?"

"Your eyes. They’re the same as hers, I’ve even been thinking about it ever since. But then I saw you on that table, dancing last night and I got fucking , you dancing on that pole,"

"Oh," I flushed, wanting to smack myself in the face.

"Yeah what is it with you and dancing in the crowds?" He teased, adding more soap to my neck and shoulders, before following with his nose, rubbing up my shoulders, then up my neck.

My head fell back as I arched deeper against him, panting. "I don’t know, I’m just discovering that about myself- Oh, Kaiiii,"

"Mhmmm," He hummed, strumming my pussy with his thumb. "You have no idea how much I wanted to see you again since that night. I knew it made no fucking sense to want two women the same way."

I would respond, but my voice got lost when two of his fingers sunk into my cunt, fucking me in the bath tub, water sloshing around us.

I completely fell apart in his arms, moaning as I rode out my orgasm.

Thirty minutes later, I got dressed in one of his huge t-shirts and boxers and got led out of the room on cloud freaking nine.

Somehow Kai knowing it was me at the club was kind of...relieving. One less secret to hide from them I guess. Only like what, a hundred more to unravel?

The delicious smell of pancakes and bacon led us to the kitchen, where we found Roman at the stove, flipping pancakes. He turned when he heard us, his hazel eyes zeroing in on the shirt I was wearing.

"Hey!" he protested, abandoning his cooking to march over. He scooped me up effortlessly, swinging me around in a circle. "Why is she wearing your shirt? She should be wearing my shirt. My shirts are softer and better for her skin."

"Says who? The nerd doctor?" Kai taunted while Ro set me down on the large kitchen island right next to the stove, then went back to his cooking, but not before tearing off a piece of a perfectly cooked pancake and holding it to my lips.

"Here comes the airplane, Vivi," He cooed playfully, earning a cheeky smile from me. I opened my mouth letting him feed me, his thumb gently wiping a bit of syrup from the corner of my mouth.

He brought it to his mouth and sucked. "Tastes better cause it came from your lips,"

"Oh my gosh, stop," I blushed, slapping a hand over my face.

Kai popped open a cabinet and got some pills, handing it to me with a bottle of water. "The morning after pill. I don’t think either of us remembered to use bloody protection last night,"

Roman glanced up at his brother wide eyed and then back at me, flashing a wane smile. "I didn’t even think of that until now. We can’t have any mistakes happening,"

Mistakes?

I knew I shouldn’t pry, but he reacted so viscerally to it like it was such a vital thing and a big deal that he forgot.

"I’m clean by the way," I mumbled, chewing slowly.

"Oh it’s not that love, it’s having a child, none of us want that." He chuckled. "I know you’re clean. I’ve had you tested-"

Kai cleared his throat awkwardly to cut Ro off but I heard it loud and clear.

"Excuse me? When and how did you have me tested?!"

"Vivi, please, calm down," He pouted, batting those ridiculously fine hazel eyes at me. "We just wanted to be safe-".

"When?" I demanded, my hackles rising. Had they tested me without my permission?

"When I took your panties, the first time. I had a lab check you were clean and you are," He sighed. "I’m sorry, you’re mad at me, aren’t you? I just wanted to be able to touch you without restraints and I wanted to keep you protected too, really Vivi."

To be fair, that seemed pretty in line with what they should have done. I was just a housekeeper afterall. "Still I would have appreciated you taking my permission first."

"I know that now," He murmured, dropping his forehead to mine. "I’m sorry. I didn’t think... I didn’t think you would come to matter to me like this."

"Ooh, la la! What do we have here?"

Irene’s voice cut through. She and Duke were standing in the kitchen doorway, her eyes wide with as she took in the scene.

"I knew it!" she squealed, clapping her hands. "I knew something was happening between you guys!"

Roman groaned, smacking his forehead with the spatula. "Irene, what are you doing here? I thought Duke had strict instructions to keep you at the vacation house until Monday."

Duke, for his part, looked as stoic as ever, though I noticed the tips of his ears were slightly red. "I don’t work for you and besides, something came up. We had to leave."

Ooh, something. What kind of something? And why was the blank faced Duke blushing while Irene bumbled her way towards us, much more energetic than usual.

"Ooh you dirty dirty girl," She giggled, slapping my thigh. "I want all the details."

Before I could reply, Deon walked into the kitchen, back in his suit that hid all that yummy body from me, holding my phone.

"Ivy," Gosh, I still haven’t gotten over him calling me by my name. "This has been ringing nonstop for a while. I wouldn’t look, but the name... why did you store someone’s name as ’Angel the Devil’?"

Oh God, kill me now!