IVY'S POINT OF VIEW

Remember that first kiss that I didn't want to talk about or tell my darling husband? Well, guys meet Wilder Wood my first kiss.

It happened on the first day of senior year when we got stuck in the school's janitor's closet, apparently, it was a prank meant for a nerd. If you guessed, then you are right, Wilder was Cole high school bully, made Cole's life a living hell.

So now you get why I did not tell Cole. Wilder is a douche.

Unlike last time when he stole my first kiss and I applied the subtle approach when I say subtle, I mean I bolted when the door got opened, this time I am grown and the moment tipsy with the fury of a wife whose husband just initiated an open marriage to.

Even though for a split second I savored the feeling of his soft lips on mine, keyword a second after mentally scolding myself, I let the anger take over.

I forced myself of his grip, pushing my lips away and happily let my palm fly to his cheeks.

He placed his hand on his cheeks, with a smirk playing on his lips, I moved back a little giving me a perfect view of the douche.

Meghan and I have always talked about how hot Wilder is in high school, I didn't think it was possible then but he has gotten ten times hotter.

His jaw more defined, he obviously didn't loose that drop-dead dimples, he as gotten over that Justin Bieber teen hairstyle phase, his hair his neatly swept back, let me not get started with is muscular body which he is obviously trying to show off with his tight shirt.

Wilder Stone is stupid hot.

Now I am nervous, which affects my straight face, the face that's meant to be sending never steal a kiss from me again message across.

"Whoo, she's gone." He breathed out in relief as he looked ahead.

The fuck?!

This capital "D" used me to wave off one of his hoes.

So I might not have added this earlier but it's not hard to do the math, highschool bully + Hottie = Man whore, which he clearly still his.

"You ass." I raised my hand to give him another slap but he luckily caught.

"We don't want to do that now, do we?" He winked, I struggled out of his grasp before I get hypnotized by his hotness.

"O my God, you might have infected me with some mouth disease." I dramatically started coughing, cleaning my tongue with my hand.

Not hygienic, I know but who knows how many girls he has kissed with those lips.

"Nice to meet you again, Ivy." He smiled, here comes the dimples.

God damn.

I stopped embarrassing myself by coughing and scrubbing my tongue and I resumed with my straight face.

"Still feisty, I like it." He is flirting, he's not taking the mouth disease he might have given me seriously.

"Still a man whore, I see and still steal kisses." I glared.

"If memory serves me right, our janitor room fiasco was more than a kiss, more like a minute or two make-out session." So I might have skipped the part where I kissed him back. In my defense, I was locked in a small space with the hottest guy in high school, you would have done the same.

This is the part where I give a smart ass reply but I got nothing, so I gave him my sassy eye roll.

"I apologize for earlier, let me buy you a drink." He offered.

"I'll pour the drink on your face." I retorted.

"I'll take my chances." He gave his signature smirk. Welcome to flirting 101.

"Go to hell."

"Come on, let's catch up." I raised my eyebrows at his words.

"Catch up? We were not friends."

"We can be."

"Fuck you, I am leaving." I turned in an attempt to leave.

"I see a wedding ring but I can make it work." Gross! I didn't even turn to look back at his devilishly handsome face.

"Goodbye Wild." I started to walk away.

"Only my friends call me that." I rolled my eyes at his statement, finally leaving his presence.

Dick!

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"An open marriage?" I nodded placing my IPhone the table, my hand is already hurting, I am not really a fan of video chatting.

"Wow if that's actually on the table I'll reconsider my not getting married thing." I glared at my best friend, I don't even know why I called her, of course, she going to patronize the idea.

"Not helping, Meghan."

"What did you need help with? Your husband his giving you a free hand to screw any millionaire that's lurking in your luxury vacation for 2 weeks." She's totally missing the point.

"Didn't even know that Cole had it in him." She gave her a wicked smile before applying her regular color of lipstick.

Red.

"He doesn't, that's why I have a theory." She groaned as those words came out of my mouth.

"Don't tell me you wrote this theory down." To put things in order I write, after my uneventful meeting with the man whore himself, Wilder, I came back to the room to find Cole fast asleep, which gives me enough space to write.

"You know me too well." I took out my journal and opened it.

"Ughh." She whined further.

"He left for 4 hours, so he defiantly meet with someone probably in the lobby..." I was interrupted.

"Bla bla bla, this is not a murder investigation. Its easy, Cole met girl way hotter than you and he's attracted to her since he doesn't have the guts to cheat, he found a way to make it okay to do the dirty with her." O my God, my worst nightmare.

"So a woman got my husband to say the words "Open Marriage" in four hours, while I can't get him to agree to a blow job ten years." I gasped throwing my journal.

"Which man says no to a blow job, that's his loss."

"I am defiantly saying no to this, I am shutting it down." No way my husband is going to screw the lobby bitch.

My new nickname for her.

"Wrong move, then he will cheat. this open marriage is a good thing, you will be in control and it's just going to be for two weeks plus you get to have other guys."

"What if my husband leaves me for the lobby bitch, I bet it will take her less than four hours to convince him to do that, "I whined, now I am extremely bothered.

"Lobby bitch? I like."

"Come on Ivy, Cole adores you, you need to see the way he looks at you. I am not a fan of marriages but you guys still have a long way to go, Cole ain't going nowhere."I smiled at her word.

"Lobby bitch aside, this will help you guys in your marriage, you guys have been together since forever and from what I know, you guys have never had a break, had a serious fight or anything." There's nothing to fight about, Cole is amazing.

"Not because your marriage is perfect, no, its because there's nothing to fight about. When there's nothing to fight about, there's nothing to laugh about. Sorry to say but your marriage is boring and you guys haven't gotten old yet. Trust me this might be the fire that ignites the flame in your marriage." More like destroy it.

"This is peer pressure." It's laying heavy on my heart.

"When have you ever given in to peer pressure. You called me because you have made up your mind and you want someone to tell you are not crazy." Maybe, she knows me well.

"Anyways I'm flying to Cuba, to ensure we have fun in this open marriage.

"I have not even..." She ended the video call.

I have not even said yes.

I groaned falling on my bed, dropping my phone near me, just then the door opened and it reveals Cole, he went for his early morning run.

"You okay?" I nodded as he came closer.

"Morning babe." I raised my body up as he plants a kiss on my cheeks.

"Morning." He moves his sweaty self away from me, dropping his water bottle and phone on the table.

"Y-you came in last yesterday, I want to apologize, I have no idea what I was thinking." Easy, you were thinking of the lobby bitch.

"Let's do it." I can't believe my own words, Cole can't either, his jaw his literarily on the floor.

This is crazy.

"W-what?" He stuttered.

"Of course they are going to be rules. Firstly, I don't want to know the bitch you are sleeping with." I glared, pointing my warning finger at an already fidgeting Cole.

He is not going to last.

"M-me too."

"Oh trust me I won't be sleeping with any bitch." I joked.

"It's only sex, nothing more so you better don't go falling in love," I warned.

"T-that's not possible." I will take his word for it.

"I am defiantly not doing the menage a trois, thingy." That grosses me out.

"S-sure." His face already pale.

He is so cute.

"Wrap it up, we don't want you getting any girl pregnant or bringing home STD." It looks like my husband is about to pass out.

'"Importantly, we still hang out with each other." That's what the vacation is for.

"Sure." He cleared his throat.

"Let's do this."

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