CHAPTER SIX
Having had the night to think about it, Ivy was stuck on one thing: taking over the empire. That’s what it came down to. Maurice wanted Dax to take over when he passed away. Brad would be the sophisticated front while Dax headed up the dirty work division.
The previous night, her first instinct had been to tell Dax no and demand they go home, but they’d argued enough over the last few days. When he did eventually come back to bed after beating up his punch bag, he hadn’t woken her. By the time she was out of her morning shower, he gone for a run. Conversation over breakfast was stunted. Despite his excess of exercise, he was still torn about their future.
He'd gone out to pick up lunch. Takeout was his way of contributing to meals, he could cook steak and mix a mouth-waterin
