Blake: A Bad Boy Romance

by Day, Laura

  He was protective of her. If a man were to wolf whistle at her Blake would have him in a headlock and apologizing in under a second. If anyone ever leered at her, they immediately regretted it when Blake stood directly in front of her. Ivy would never admit it out loud, but she had liked how protective he was. She felt safe with him. She knew that if she were ever in danger all she would need to do was look at Blake and she would know she was safe.

  But now an immovable object had met an unstoppable force. Blake would do anything to protect her and Darryl was desperate to destroy her. She was trapped between them. Somehow she had ensnared Blake in all of this and that wasn't fair to him. He deserved better. How was she ever going to forgive herself if Blake lost everything because of her?

  Headlines blared about Blake’s arrests and worries from sponsors. Blake’s lawyer told her to ignore the news and not worry about it. He was adamant that she not speak to anyone who called. “People lie,” he warned her. “They call and say they’re Blake’s cousin and they’re worried about him and you give them an update and the next thing you know TMZ is tweeting it out. We need to control this story. Right now we are saying Blake was goaded into fighting someone, but he regrets it and is looking forward to getting back in the gym.”

  He regrets it. Those words stung in a way she couldn’t define. He regretted it; did he regret her and being mixed up in her crazy life? If they had stayed apart, none of this would have happened. Her guilt was eating her up inside. She needed some outlet for her energy. She needed something to do. But she had been instructed to do nothing.

  Then finally his bail was posted and his lawyer was paying the fee. Ivy stood in the waiting area of the courtroom and tried to keep from fidgeting. The room was filled with men, women, and children, none who looked very happy. They sat in their chairs and stared into space. Mothers hushed their children while an older couple in the corner shared an oxygen tank. Ivy hoped she would never have to be somewhere this depressing again.

  She saw him coming. She saw his face in the small square of glass and she stood up to face him. She tried to fix her hair and then realized how dumb it was to care about her looks at the moment.

  Blake stepped through the doors, his hands free and, without missing, a beat Ivy wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into a long hug. “Are you all right?” she whispered in his ear, refusing to let him go.

  “Yeah, I’m fine,” he answered pulling away from her to look her in they eye. “Are you okay?”

  She nodded, but didn’t say anything else. He looked the same, thankfully. He was still covered in tattoos and there was still the hint of a smirk on his face. She was worried he would come out looking sallow and broken. But he was still the same Blake and he slung his arm around her and looked around the precinct.

  Tim strode towards them and cleared his throat before speaking. “There’s some press outside. You are not giving a statement at this time. You will be giving an official statement tomorrow at noon, all right?”

  “What’s my statement?” Blake asked.

  “I have no idea. We’re gonna do this one thing at a time. You two should separate, for now. Let’s not give the press anything else to feed on,” He pointed at Blake and Ivy and she immediately understood and slipped out from underneath his arm.

  “Ivy, you don’t have to do that,” Blake said. “I’m not hiding anything.”

  “I know,” Tim said. “But you’re used to the press, the invasion of your privacy, the photographers. Ivy isn’t. Do you really want to throw her into the deep end? Let’s just try and keep as much information private as possible. We have to wait until we have all our ducks in a row before we start talking to the press.”

  “It’s fine,” Ivy said. She didn’t want the press in her life. She didn’t want her photo in the supermarket tabloids. She didn’t want anyone digging through her history. There was still the problem of their status. They were almost stepsiblings. What were people going to think when they heard?

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Blake stepped out into the street and flashbulbs immediately blinded him. It was nearly night outside. The sky was dark and there were a few stars visible above him. The sidewalk in front of him was filled with about ten different reporters. They stood next to cameras and when he stepped out of the courthouse they descended upon him.

  “Blake, what happened?”

  “Blake, tell your side of the story.”

  “Blake, we’ve heard you’ve been dropped by Adidas and Red Bull. Do you have a comment on that?”

  “Blake, the fight’s been cancelled. How are you planning on rebounding from the loss?”

  He looked from face to face unsure of what they were saying. How had they found this out so quickly? The news about his sponsors was the worst. They hadn’t even bothered to ask him what happened. They heard assault and arrest and they dropped him like a hot coal.

  He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say a word Tim was at his elbow. He gave the press a moment to wrap themselves around the two of them. Where was Ivy? Blake looked for her, staring past the faces of the eager paparazzi. He finally found her to the right, standing next to a fountain. She was looking at him with a worried expression on her face. He gave her a smile, but she wasn’t capable of returning it.

  His lawyer gave his statement and the paparazzi cleared the way in front of them. He felt like Darth Vader as the crowd parted in front of him and Blake climbed into Tim’s car.

  “Ivy came on her own. She’s going to meet us at your place,” Tim said as he put the car in drive and took off down the street.

  “Was that right? Did Adidas and Red Bull drop me? Has the fight been cancelled?” Blake demanded.

  Tim nodded and made the turns towards Blake’s apartment. “Yes and yes, but I don’t want you to worry, Blake. If we manage this, it will just be a blip on your radar. You’re a fighter. You were goaded into a fight by a spoiled rich boy who lost and then cried to the police about it.”

  “It’s a little more complicated than that,” Blake said looking forward. He could see Tim looking at him as he drove.

  His manager’s eyes darted between Blake and the road as if he were trying to figure out what Blake was thinking from the expression on his face. “How do you know Ivy? What’s the deal there?” Tim asked.

  “Also complicated,” Blake said closing his eyes. He had been serious with Ivy. He didn’t want to lie or hide, but that didn’t make telling the truth easy. It was a crazy story when he told it in his head, but he knew it would sound worse when he said it out loud.

  They arrived back at his apartment and there were more reporters and photographers waiting outside of the building. Blake put a serious expression on his face and marched through them, refusing to react to their questions. Ivy was sitting as his table when they walked into his place.

  “I just got back,” she explained tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

  “All right,” Tim said, putting his briefcase down on the table. He pulled out a chair and sat down as he pulled out a pen and a pad paper. “Tell me everything.”

  They did. They told him about their rekindled relationship and every horrible and nasty thing Darryl had done. Tim didn’t speak or interrupt. He sat and took notes and listened and nodded.

  “So that’s...that,” Blake said glancing at Ivy. She nodded at him and they both looked at Tim.

  He stared at the two of them a look of total confusion on his face. Finally he nodded and the expression on his face changed. It was like they were watching him come up with an idea.

  “Blake Lambert defends girlfriend from deranged stalker. That’s the headline right there. We get that to the press tomorrow. We leak Darryl’s name. We send them pictures of the notes he’s sent you. We upload the voicemails online. Within ten minutes Blake will have gone from villain to hero and everyone will be tripping all over themselves to apologize to you.”

  “But we can’t prove Darryl did any of that stuff. He’s good at cov
ering his tracks.”

  “So,” Tim said with a shrug of his shoulders. “This isn’t a court of law; this is the court of public opinion. It’s much easier to manipulate.”

  “His parents are rich and well-connected,” Ivy said.

  “Even better. Some spoiled old money brat harassing a hard-working woman. The narrative writes itself. But for this to work, we would need you on our team, Ivy. You would need to give interviews and answer questions. Are you willing to do that?”

  “What are you going to tell people about me and Blake?” Ivy asked, glancing up at Blake.

  “You are two high school sweethearts whose parents are getting married. It’s not that strange. You guys came from a small town. It will be a small aside at the end of the article. If we get ahead of this, we control the narrative. We can control what people are saying.”

  Blake looked at Ivy. He knew that most of what Tim was saying was correct. But he couldn’t control the entire narrative. If it were that easy to control, no politician would ever have a scandal. But Blake didn’t care about the fact that they were almost stepsiblings and he couldn’t understand why Ivy did. They were both adults who wanted to do this; why couldn’t she see that?

  “This might be what does Darryl in,” Blake offered. “If we can’t get him in court we can at least let people know what he’s done.”

  “What if his parents sue us for defamation?” Ivy asked.

  “I’m on it. I’m a lawyer. I know how to stay on this side of the law,” Tim said.

  Blake looked at Ivy. Internally he was begging her to say yes. But on the outside he stayed calm. He knew she needed to make this decision herself. He just hoped she chose to be strong and fight instead of running away.

  “Okay,” Ivy said with a nod. “I’m in. Most of the Darryl stuff is with my lawyer now.”

  “I’ll call in the morning and pick it up,” Tim said. “I’m going to start drafting your statement and getting into contact with reporters. This is a big story, Blake. I want the two of you to stay here today. Don’t answer your phone, don’t answer the door, don’t go anywhere. Just stay here.”

  Blake nodded and Ivy did the same. They watched Tim leave and then it was just the two of them, alone. Ivy turned in her seat to look at him. But she didn’t say anything. What was there to say? Everything had exploded in the worst possible way and now they had to deal with the fallout.

  “What’s prison like?” Ivy asked as her thumb traced a scratch on the surface of the table.

  “Boring,” Blake answered with a rueful smile. “I mostly thought about you.” She looked up at him with a weak smile and opened her mouth to speak, but Blake interrupted her. “Don’t apologize again. You didn’t do anything wrong, you don’t have anything to apologize for.”

  She nodded and then stood up and walked over to him. “I thought about you, too,” she said. She leaned forward and then put her leg over his, settling on his lap, straddling him.

  Blake smiled at the woman on top of him. He had missed her. He pulled her close for a hug and buried his face in her chest as she ran her hands though his hair. This was what made it all worth it. He wanted to be with Ivy, and moments like this made punching out Darryl worth it.

  “Come to bed,” Ivy whispered and Blake nodded. She stood up and he followed. When they were standing he leaned down and kissed her deeply before swooping her up into his arms and taking her to the bedroom.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Blake lay Ivy down gently on the bed. She sat up and drew her knees in. The last time she and Blake had been in here someone had videotaped it. What was Darryl going to do with that footage? Was he going to blackmail her for it? Did she have anything to be embarrassed about?

  “Stop thinking,” Blake said. “I can see it on your face. You’re worrying yourself about something.”

  “About the video,” Ivy admitted quietly.

  Blake sighed and nodded. “There’s nothing we can do about that,” he said. He took his shirt off and then stepped out of his jeans. Standing only in his boxers Ivy could see the clean lines of his muscles as they ran up his stomach and down his arms. He was like some statue of a Greek god that had come to life. “Come and take a shower with me,” he said, nodding towards the bathroom.

  Ivy smiled and stood up. She slid out of her clothes and followed him to the bathroom. He turned on the shower and steam quickly began to fill the room. Ivy walked towards Blake and pressed herself against him. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly and they stood like that for a moment, just holding each other.

  She looked up at Blake and he leaned down to kiss her. She slid her tongue into his mouth and felt his against hers. She could feel his erection pushing against her stomach as he held her tight and kissed her deeply. His warm hands felt safe and comforting on her back and Ivy was starting to worry that she couldn’t live without his touch.

  He stepped into the stream of water and held his hand out to Ivy. She took it and stepped into the tub, feeling the hot water as it hit her head and cascaded down her back. The heat and the pressure from the water massaged her tense muscles and she began to relax.

  Darryl was still in jail. The thought occurred out of nowhere. But it was right. Darryl was still behind bars for violating her restraining order. Both she and Blake were pressing charges against him. She looked at him and kissed him with abandon. She broke away and then began to kiss his neck, lapping up the warm water from his skin with her tongue.

  Blake sighed and Ivy reached down between them and felt his hard erection in her hand. She began to move her hand up and down in slow teasing motions and Blake moaned and leaned into her.

  “God, I missed you,” he whispered into her ear as he leaned over and kissed her neck.

  Ivy felt his hands as they came up to her breasts and he began to gently massage them. The mix of the warm water and his hands was almost more than she could take. She moaned and leaned against him and then looked up and kissed him deeply as his hands continued to work their magic.

  “I want you,” Blake whispered into her ear and Ivy’s whole body shuddered at the words.

  She wanted him, too; she wanted him desperately. Ivy took a bar of soap and began to lather it up in her hands. She traced her sudsy hands along his body, hoping to wash away the memories of the last few days. She cleaned him and helped him rinse off and then it was her turn. Blake’s warm and wet hands spread over her body, running along her legs, her back, her breasts and then between her thighs.

  His fingers slid over her and Ivy closed her eyes as her body reacted to his touch. Her heart began to beat faster and even in the hot shower she felt a rush of heat push through her. His fingers were gentle and slow and Blake was watching her as he touched her, gauging her reaction.

  He turned the shower off and grabbed a towel, wrapping Ivy up in warm cotton. He took a towel and wrapped it around his waist and together they walked back to bed. Blake kissed the back of Ivy’s neck as she walked and her feet began to stumble beneath her. Her body was aching for his touch. She was so ready for him.

  She dropped her towel and slipped on the bed. Blake followed her and he gently pressed down on her chest until she was flat on her back staring at the ceiling. He kissed the tops of her thighs, making her jump from his sudden touch. But then she relaxed as his tongue slipped inside of her and she arched her back and buried her hands in his hair. His slow and teasing tongue worked circles in her as Ivy writhed beneath him.

  His every delicate touch felt almost too good and she never wanted him to stop. She could feel her orgasm building up inside of her. With every touch from Blake she was getting closer to the finish she so desperately needed.

  “Yes! Blake! Yes!” Ivy cried. She wondered if he was going to stop again. If he was going to bring her just to the edge of pleasure and then hold her back. But he didn’t slow down as Ivy got louder. She cried out his name and her breathing became tortured gasps as she felt her orgasm explode around her and she screamed out his name as
her body tensed and then relaxed.

  Blake smiled up at her and he kissed both of her breasts as Ivy came back down to loud. “Did you like that?”

  “Yes,” she answered, but she wasn’t done yet. Blake lay back and Ivy climbed up on top of him.

  He reached for the dresser next to his bed and pulled out a condom. Ivy quickly unwrapped it and unrolled it over his hard cock. Blake turned her over on her side so he was laying down behind her. He lifted her left leg up and she felt the head of his penis as it slipped into her.

  She cried out as her body stretched to accommodate him. And then he began to move and she could feel every inch of him as he thrust in and out of her. She was on her back with her legs up and Blake was on his side, his cock buried inside of her. Blake’s hands were on her breasts massaging her and pinching her nipples as she cried out for more. The angle was perfect and with every thrust his penis caressed her g spot and she pushed back against him, pushing him farther inside of her. It felt so good to be with him. He felt so right inside of her.