IVY'S POINT OF VIEW

"No." We are taking a look at our high school yearbook while cuddling under a big blanket, in front of a fireplace.

Romantic right.

"So Skylar is still dating that Stacey girl." I looked up at my husband in dismay.

"W-what are you saying, they are twins." It is almost like he didn't go to the same school as me.

"And they are dating?" I laughed as my husband exclaims.

"They are not, moron." I laughed out loud again.

"I must've gotten the wrong information." As always.

"You know what, I miss this. I miss us." I smiled.

"Me too." I snuggled up to my boo and placed my lips on his, just then I heard his phone ring.

Worst timing.

I groaned as he withdraws, with my epic side-eye, I caught the name "Gym".

Gym bitch/ lobby bitch.

I think they are one and the same, my husband has been going to the gym a lot these past few days.

Cole never gyms.

I saw the gym trainer yesterday and if she's the one my husband is currently smashing, I am going to have a big problem.

Huge one.

Don't get me wrong, her silicon ass which she makes everyone believe she gets through hard work in the gym as nothing on me, or the watermelon-sized boobs that make her look like she just came back from a bad surgery or her face that...

Okay fine, I am insecure.

"You not gonna answer that ?" I watched my husband cut off the call.

"Nah." He faces me with one of his cutest smiles.

"You know I have noticed you go to the gym a lot these past few days..." I trailed trying to get words out of his mouth.

"Yeah, I realized that I really needed to work out, you know?" I just nodded.

I don't know shit.

"It is actually fun when you get to the stage where you don't even know whether you are sweating or crying." Cole jokes and a passive laugh was my response.

"And our trainer is really..." I interrupted him.

"Curvy," I said with so much spite.

"I was going to say good." The phone rings again more annoying than the former.

Speak of the devil.

"You know what, you should pick it." I rolled my eyes, my husband didn't even insist he won't, he answered the call and he got out of our blanket and walked into the bathroom.

Stupid gym bitch.

You know what Wilder is right, I shouldn't sit this open marriage out, I should have fun. So what if I had a rough start, I can bounce right back.

I picked up my phone and dialed Wilder's number which I got from the card he dropped last time.

"I knew you would call." His deep voice came sent shivers to my spine.

Wait, how did he know it was me?

"I need you." Now saying it, it sounds wrong. I should have said I need your help.

"Well, you know where to find me."

"No, I don't."

"I am a room away from yours." Wait a minute, he is that close?

"What? That's on some high-level stalker shit right there." I muttered.

"Don't know what you are talking about, never heard of coincidences?"I rolled my eyes.

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I took a deep breath before I knocked on Wilder's door, I was about to knock again but an unknown girl who's hardly wearing anything opens the door.

She gives me a nasty look before she walks out giving me a chance to get inside and beyond Wilder lying on his couch in nothing but an underwear.

Seriously?

I closed the door as I walked into the dump, beer cans everywhere, pizza boxes, his room is way bigger than mine though.

"Welcome, darling." He smirked, I stopped immediately my eye caught the evident huge bulge in his underwear.

Holy water.

Ivy, get your mind out of the gutter and your eyes away from his dick. I gulped before looking up at Wilder who has this arrogant smug on his face.

He caught me staring.

"So how do we do this darling, right here? I can also offer my bed." Wait, so he thinks I want to have sex with him.

"I didn't call you to have sex with you, I called because I need your help to get a guy who I can have a one night stand with."

"You hurt my feelings, like a lot." He sits upright while I tried maintaining straight eye contact which is the only thing stopping me from looking at this not so little friend.

"My pleasure,"I smirked.

"What makes you think I would help you get laid, what you'll I gain?" He raises his full and perfect eyebrows at me.

To say the truth, I haven't thought that far ahead maybe because I thought he would be more than willing.

"You want us to be friends right? And to make up for all you have done to my husband years back." Well, that's good Ivy.

"Cole? Cole and I are cool." He picks up an apple from a plate on the table.

"You have talked to my husband?" I asked.

"Not exactly, I said "sup" when I saw him yesterday and he said the same." Guys really don't hold grudges now, do they?

"Let's say my husband has forgiven you, you still want to be friends right?" I probably sound so desperate.

"I'll help." He shrugged, I jumped shouting "yes"

"Don't get too excited, I just want to see your failure up close." With that, he gives his signature smirk.

Ass.

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I walked towards Wilder who's seated just at the corner of the bar with a drink in his hand.

"Hey." I grabbed the drink from his hands and gulped down on the heavy liquid.

I handed him the empty glass, turning to him only to realize he is staring.

"Not going to tell me to slow down?" I have taken his drink and gulped down on it after each failed attempt to laid.

How hard is it to get laid.

"Nah, you need it. I have never seen how a woman as hot as yourself can get a guy uninterested in 2 minutes." This ass is mocking me. Wilder takes another glass and fills the two glass with alcohol.

"Make fun all you want." I rolled my eyes.

"Sorry, it just funny. I am glad I followed you rather than sitting in my hotel room alone." At least someone is having fun.

"How hard is it to get laid!" I exclaimed in total frustration.

"Drink with me, darling." He pushes the other drink a little and I grabbed it.

Let's drink.

~~~

"Remember when you destroyed the cheerleader's pyramid?" I laughed vividly remembering.

"Yeah, it was my first and last day at cheerleading." Good old days.

"The entire cheerleading team wanted to kill you with their eyes." A laughing Wilder is just too perfect to wrap my head around.

"Then you came like the hero, you said it was not my fault and the entire choreography was off. And they all agreed because you said it was off, they totally worshiped your feet back in high school." I can still vividly remember.

"Yeah." We both didn't say a word again we were just staring at each other.

" We were good at one point right?" Yeah, we were kinda friends until he became a bully.

"Yeah, we were." The atmosphere became tense, I suddenly felt the urge to kiss him, my eyes glued on his lips but he made the move instead.

He slowly places his lips on mine with his both hands on cheeks, this kiss was quite different from our stolen kisses, it was slow as our lips moved in sync, I could taste the vodka on his lips and a fading taste of mint.

It was more passionate, it felt like the time stopped for a second as his lips stayed gulped on mine until breathing became necessary.

He withdraws but both hands still on my face, we both lock eyes before he put his hands down.

"Wow, no slap." He is trying to lighten the mood but my lips still craved for him.

I promised myself I wouldn't and I didn't think I would but I found myself saying...

"Your room, doors locked, clothes off, condom on." Wilder looks at me extremely shocked.

"Your wish is my command, darling."