ELISE
Three days had passed since the network gala. I sat down face to face with Ivy, her brows were raised at me, and her lips puckered forward. She wore a black fitted skirt that reached her knees, with a loose white shirt, and a black bow tie on her neck.
“So …. You left the nephew for the uncle?”
I groaned. Because I have explained everything to her more than ten times now, and at the end of the day, she always ends up with the conclusion that I want Lucien. Of course, I didn't want him. He was just my benefactor. Only.
No strings attached.
“I already told you, It's not that kind of relationship,” I said and lifted a cup of coffee, and took a sip. My face scrunched at the bitter taste. I glanced at the cup, twirled it, then placed it down on the table.
“Yeah yeah. You also said
