Lost in Paradise (Paradise Club #2)(69)

“Ivy has one of your brother’s artworks in her office,” I add.

“Really? She definitely has taste then.” He chuckles.

The rest of the night went by quickly as we sat around shooting the breeze, catching up on what’s happening with each of us, talking shit on each other, and laughing about the shit we’ve done since we last saw each other.

My phone beeps with a message

Ivy: Im ready take me hme

Alex: Where are you?

Ivy: Don’t kw hold one

Mm-hmm, I think Ivy’s drunk. I’ve never seen her drunk before, so this could be the test to see if my feelings for her are real. Dealing with a drunk girlfriend can test even the strongest of relationships.

Ivy: in a club something called jinx

Never heard of it.

A nightclub called Jinx?

Where the hell is she?

Alex: Pin me your location

“You guys heard of a club called Jinx?” I ask the guys.

They all stop what they’re talking about and stare at me.

“Boys, he’s about to ditch us for his girl,” Jasper teases.

“I have a club called Minx?” Alistair adds helpfully.

Maybe that’s what she means. I look down and see the location. Yeah, she’s at Minx, which makes me smile.

Alex: I’m on my way.

Ivy: we in VIP

Ivy: ned dicxk

I stare down at my phone and can’t help smiling before looking up at my friends who are staring at me like I’ve grown a second head.

“She’s at Minx. So I’m going to love you and leave you all,” I say, sliding out of the booth. “I have a lady to take home.”

“We might as well move on too. If you’re going home to get laid, then we might see who’s around at my club.” Alistair smiles.

“Nothing but dicks here,” Jasper adds.

“Fine! Don’t you guys be weird. Ivy’s a little … drunk,” I warn them.

They all hold up their hands and promise not to be weird.

We head outside, grab a cab to Alistair’s club, and walk right on through to the VIP section. I look around the room and there in the corner is a group of very beautiful women dancing around, giggling, and having fun.

When did Ivy get changed? She’s now wearing a black mini dress that leaves nothing to the imagination, and she is fucking hot. As my eyes move over the group, I see the girls are trying to fend off some assholes who aren’t getting the hint. Rage fills me as one asshole reaches out and pulls Ivy into him. She tries to wriggle free, but his grip is too tight.

I storm over there and rip the guy’s slimy hands off my girl. “Hands off my woman,” I yell at the creep.

“I found her first! Back off!” the creep comes back at me.

My hands curl into fists. I’ve been itching for a fight all night.

“Get this dickhead out of my club.” Alistair storms in behind me with security on his tail. “Actually, all of them. My clubs don’t tolerate men who don’t understand the word no.” He sneers at the groping guy and his friends who are now being escorted out of the club. “I’m sorry, ladies. It won’t happen again,” Alistair tells Ivy and her friends, who are all staring at him in surprise. “Guys, free drinks for these ladies, please,” Alistair states to his staff who quickly rush away and do as he’s asked.

“You came …” Ivy smiles as she wraps her arms around my neck, and she starts to sway a little.

“Of course, I did. I told you I wanted to go home and snuggle,” I whisper into her ear.

“That was cool of that guy to get rid of them, they’ve been annoying us all night,” she mumbles. Anger bubbles inside me at her comment. “I’m so happy you’re here. Let’s dance.” She squeals as she starts gyrating her hips against me. I look around and see the boys talking to Ivy’s friends. I lose myself in the feeling of Ivy against me, the hypnotic swaying of her hips, and the thundering beat of the bass in the darkness of the club.

We dance for what seems like ages until I’m sweaty and need a drink. I wrap an arm around Ivy’s waist and pull her over to the chairs, then grab us both a bottle of water from the ice bucket in the middle of the table. She throws it back, and I watch as water droplets slide down the bottle and onto her chest, my tongue now itching to lick it off her gorgeous skin. Ivy spots me looking at her, and the next thing I know, she’s crawled onto my lap and is straddling me.

“Why can’t I stop thinking about you?” she asks, looking down at me. “You’re always in here,” she says, tapping her head. The frown on her face at her statement is cute.

“I can’t stop thinking about you either.” I move her so she’s not squishing my balls and my hands are covering her ass because her dress is so short.

“This is real, isn’t it?” she asks me.

“You and I?” She nods. “Yeah, it is. I’m all in,” I confess to her, those green eyes widening at my words, but they shimmer with need.

“I’m all in too. Please don’t break my heart, Alex. I don’t know if I will recover if you do,” she says sadly.

My heart stops for a couple of beats before I can answer her. “Never, you hear me? I will never break your heart,” I tell her as honestly as I can while my fingers slide into her hair and hold her there, making sure she knows that I’m serious.