Page 7 of Wild Night
I’m such an idiot.
IVY
Stepping out of the shower, I wrap a towel around my waist and walk into the bedroom. It’s empty. The way it always is. I’venever had anyone stay more than a few hours here, and even then, I’ve never had a woman here.
This is my home, where I relax and take a deep breath. Sometimes, I bring work home with me. Other times, I just veg on the couch. A few times, I’ve had the guys over for a beer.
But as I look around, I wince at how quiet and alone I am here. I don’t want to be alone right now. I’m not sure why, but it feels… isolating. I should have stayed at the clubhouse, should have stayed in bed with Posey because I know it’s where I truly want to be right now.
Posey.
Holy.
Fuck.
I’m not even sure if I can put into words or conscious thought how she made me feel last night. I’ve never been with anyone like her before. It’s not just the sex, which was out of this world; it was the conversation.
I’m not a snob when it comes to education or anything like that. I’ve been around some of the smartest people in the world, and they’ve acted and sounded like morons. On the other hand, I’ve been around people who don’t even have a high school diploma and have been some of the smartest individuals I’ve ever spoken to.
But with Posey, it wasn’t about being smart or dumb. It wasn’t about educated versus uneducated. It wasn’t about religion or politics.
It was about ease.
She was easy to talk to. I don’t know what kind of shit she’s been through, but I could see there was some trauma behind her eyes, but that did nothing to diminish her sweet and soft demeanor.
A lot of bitches would probably be hardened, but not her. She’s different, and as much as I want to get to know her more,I also don’t because she’s trouble, and as a collective, we’ve had enough trouble in the club to last us a while. We don’t need any more.
Especially not any that show up in a skintight sexy-as-fuck dress with a body that, if I hadn’t known better, I would have said was not only fake but also drawn or sculpted because she doesn’t look real, not even when she’s naked.
She looks like a fucking fantastic dream.
I had almost hoped she was a bad lay. It would be easier to pretend that all I wanted was one night.
But she wasn’t.
She was goddamned phenomenal.
I walk over to my closet, step inside, and grab my boxer briefs, tugging them on before I get a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. After slipping my phone into my pocket, I make my way into the living room, then the kitchen.
I reach for a mug, tug the machine open, and drop in a pod, closing it and touching the button to make myself a coffee. Once it begins brewing, I take my phone out of my pocket and start to do some research.
Posey Bennet.
Who the fuck is she, and what are her secrets? Because I know she has them. Lots of them. Eyes don’t lie, and as a defense attorney, I’m good at seeing past whatever shields people try to put up. She’s hiding things. I just don’t know what things she’s hiding yet.
But I will figure it out.
I tell myself it’s because I want to ensure the safety of not only Dakota but also the club. I try to convince myself that it has nothing to do with me and the fact that I want to fuck her again. But I can’t even lie to myself. I do want to fuck her again. I would right now if she were here.
Doing a free and simple search, I find her almost immediately. There is an address to a rental house and a man listed under known contacts as a possible spouse. Touching his name takes me to his information page.
Lucian Whitmore.
My coffee finishes, so I set my phone down and take some creamer out of the fridge, adding too much, then stir it with a spoon. I set it in the sink before I grasp the handle and my phone, then walk into the living room and sink down on the sofa with a grunt.
Taking a sip of the hot liquid, I open the laptop that has a permanent residence on my coffee table. I log in and pull up a research website I have access to for work and type in his name.
All the information is public record. It’s just a bit easier to find it here because it’s together. They were married, but as I dig a bit deeper, I see that she has filed for divorce. He wasn’t served because he hasn’t been located.
