Ryder
Does she really think she can use me whenever she feels like it but throw me away when another option presents itself?
I don't f*****g think so.
I swiftly lift her off the ground and pick her up in my arms. She gasps, "What are you doing?"
I look at her with a fierce expression, "You want to use me, Ivy? Fine. But I'm not some toy you can just toss aside when you're done playing with me. You asked me to help you, and I agreed against my better judgment, so you better start treating me with some respect."
Ivy looks at me, her expression confused and a little frightened. "I-I'm sorry, Ryder. I didn't mean-"
I cut her off, "Save it." I carry her to her bed and then drop her on the mattress. Placing my hands on her sides, I hover over her so she can't get up and escape.
Ivy looks
