Ivory scurried out of the pool in her red bikini and grabbed the bathrobe she had thrown off her earlier. She ran both her hands through her hair and squeezed out the water it harboured. She quickly stepped into her flip-flops and wrapped the bathrobe around her wet body trying to understand where the noise was coming from.
She had lived over two weeks at Carter's mansion and could have sworn that the only noise she heard was the racket she and Elijah had between them. Many maids, dressed in their black and white uniforms, peered out of their various stations and she followed the direction of their gazes. It was happening at the door to the mansion.
Ivory's eyes widened in shock when she saw a strange boy, as tall as Elijah pinning him to the wall. He wore a simple grey cotton tee and b
