Hi everyone, thanks for sticking with me all this time! I am glad to finally be submitting the last chapter to my favourite series I have written yet. The ending has some implications, I am not sure if you will all understand but if you get it, yes you're right! Please comment below, I have considered writing another chapter, however have decided not to unless I get an overwhelming load of interest from you guys in the comments. Let me know what you think, this is my first series so I hope you all enjoy it! Emmy G, thank you for supporting the story, I have written this earlier than it would have otherwise been for you!
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TheStarryEyedDreamer xoxo
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They walked out in the cool air of the night. Derek smoked a cigar, looking devilishly rough and handsome. Ivy leaned against him. Warm and safe against the cold night air, his arm draped over her shoulder.
They stopped and Derek looked up at his apartment building. "This is me then." He said.
Ivy looked at him. "Yeah, I guess so." She paused, neither of them saying anything for a moment.
"I should walk you home." Derek said.
"Don't worry about me. I'll be fine." She said.
"Ivy - please, don't be difficult again." Derek looked down at her, concern touching his voice.
His anger had melted now that the alcohol was draining from his system. She helped soothe him too, just her presence.
She smiled sadly up at him and he felt his heart melt like butter. She could ask for anything right now and he would be powerless to refuse her. She let go of him and took a step back, smiling sadly.
"Seya Derek." She said, turning and walking slowly, hands in pockets into the darkness.
Derek turned, sadly and looked up at the glass side of his apartment block. He knew he should go inside but it was as if his feet were stuck in setting cement. A memory of earlier that day flashed through his mind.
"I'll never let you go Ivy." He'd said. "Never."
Derek drew in a sharp breath.
Suddenly he spun around. "Ivy?" he called into the darkness. He saw a figure stop and turn toward him. He started walking toward her, faster and faster until suddenly he was jogging. He scooped her up in his arms and swung her around, she squealed, gazing down into his eyes as he held her up above him.
He held her there just a minute, breathless, neither of them speaking.
"Please don't go." He whispered.
She looked down at him, her eyes holding his. "Never." She breathed.
Her lips were crashing into his and he was holding her up as she hugged her legs around his waist.
He carried her over to the wall of his apartment building, pinning her between him and the cold glass. He kissed her neck, she threw her head back, breathing heavily as she twisted her hands into his hair. He kissed and sucked at her neck and her mouth opened in silent pleasure. He loved the taste of her soft skin, better than any woman he'd ever had, softer than silk and sweeter than strawberries.
The night was cold and heavy clouds gathered above their head, thunder rumbling, lightening flashing, making threats of rain. Derek didn't care. All that matter now, was that he put his lips on her and she loved it. He moved back to meet her lips, biting at her lower lips and then smiling against her mouth. How long he had dreamed of this moment, just scooping her up, not a care in the world and kissing her lush lips. He knew he could never get enough. Not after a night, a week, a month, a year. He would never stop craving her touch, her soft lips against his and her sweet skin on his lips. He knew that never again would he so much as look at another woman.
Ivy slid her hands down the back of his head, clutching the back of his neck. His skin was soft and warm against her fingers. His lips tasted of whiskey and expensive cigars. His cologne drifted up to her, mingling with the smell of smoke, whiskey and the cold night air.
She gazed into his eyes, as he smiled against her lips.
"Derek - "She started.
"Sh sh." He whispered. "I don't ever want this to end," he told her and she knew he meant it.
Suddenly there was a huge clap of thunder right above their heads, and rain bucketed from the heavens. Ivy squealed and Derek laughed, letting her drop to the ground then taking her hand and running over the wet pavement, dragging her behind him to the doors of his building.
They burst in from the night, it was late and there was just a single doorman on duty. He barely glanced at them as he pressed the button for Derek's floor on the lift and ushered them inside.
They were sopping wet, despite only being in the rain for a few moments. They held hands in the lift, cold and wet but with huge smiles on their faces. The ride seemed to take forever, but finally the lift slowed to a stop and the doors slid open. Derek smiled at her, took her hand and led her into the foyer of his floor.
He pushed open a huge door, and led her into his apartment - which she now realised was the pent house. Her eyes grew wide as she took in her surroundings. There was a spacious kitchen to the right and an open living room to the left with a second-floor balcony overlooking it. Between the living room and kitchen was a set of stairs, and next to the stairs was a door. His apartment was dark wooden floors and clean white walls. He had a set of black designer couches and dining table which more or less, matched. The counter tops were black marble and the ceiling high.
Derek took her hand, smiled gently at her and led her to the door by the stairs. She followed, still staring around his luxurious apartment.
He led her through the door, it opened into a small bedroom, just large enough to fit a queen size bed and two night stands with a cupboard at the foot of the bed. There was a door to the right which led into a luxurious ensuite.
Derek turned to face her. He took each of her hands in his and looked her into her eyes.
"Ivy we don't - ' he started.
