IVY’S POV
I stared at Cam, my mouth agape, shocked to the bones at his words. Did he just ask me to move in with him? Like, I should start living in his house? When did that become part of our contract? How would that even work? Why…why would I… “What are you talking about?” I asked, confused. “Why would you…”
“Move in with me,” he repeated. “By the end of the week.” He wasn’t even asking, he was ordering me, expecting me to do everything he said, as usual. A sudden rise of hatred filled me. I had never felt so much disgust and anger for him before.
“Are you f*****g kidding me?” I snapped. “That will never happen. I’m not moving in with you. Why could you even bring that suggestion up? What is wrong with you?”
“Weren’t you just complaining about how I didn’t care enough to check up on
