Untold Misfortunes

[b]Third Person Point of View[/b]
"What'd you do to Ivy?" Matt sternly asked.
Luka lazily smiled, "Whatever do you mean?
"Did you hypnotize her or drug her?"
"No, nothing of that sort. I just brought out her true nature."
"How the fuck is that her true nature?" Matt bellowed.
"She loves being controlled, craves it. She may still be stuck in subspace, from me, but she's definitely a little submissive whore." Luka shrugged, nonchalantly.
"What's your game, Luka?"
"Nothing, Matt. I'm simply bored of Ivy. She gave up her fight and I have no interest in her. I'll even come up with a legal contract with you, officially saying that I want nothing to do with Ivy. If that's what you wish?" Suggested the smaller man.
Matt shook his head, "No, Luka. However if you ever try to get Ivy back; I will not hesitate to kill you."
Luka chucked without humor, "I don't want her, Matt; however, a word of advice, treat her like your slut. That is, if you truly want her back."
The larger man glared at the other, how dare he say that he didn't want Ivy back. Though, Matt didn't trust a single word Luka spewed about not wanting Ivy back, he would consider treating the fragile woman differently.
Ivy was out of her room when Matt returned. His face held a moment of surprise, before it turned into a more neutral look. She looked at Matt, her eyes regarding him carefully. She could sense something was different about him, and that it frightened her delightfully.
"Hi Matt," She spoke softly as she walked up to him. "Where'd you return from? You didn't wake me this morning, I was worried."
Matt could tell this wasn't the true Ivy and that she was attracted to his dominance that he was letting out. She would not fool him.
"It's none of your concern." He replied, icily. She bit her lip, trying to come up with some sort of plan to make him take her.
"I wanted to see you. You weren't there." She wrapped her thin arms around her bicep, pulling his arm between her breasts.
Matt snatched his arm back, and he didn't miss the slight flare of anger in the woman's eyes. "What do you want, Ivy?"
"I'm missing a man, Matt. Luka was never a man, but oh god, I can see that you are." She purred in his ear, trailing one of her hands down his chest. She almost made it to his crotch, before he gripped her wrist and threw her arm away from him.
"I do not want a [i]whore[/i] touching me. Until you come to your senses, find how to pleasure yourself." Matt growled out at her.
Ivy glared at Matt as he walked away. She was better than Luka's whores. She had class. How dare he call her a whore! Her anger fueled her next actions. She followed him into the lounge where the other guys were sitting. She sashayed over to Brian, smirking as she settled into his lap. She looked pointedly at Matt, who wasn't even looking.
Brian glanced down at the small woman in his lap. He didn't necessarily care that she was in his lap, but he did mind what her intentions were.
"Ivy, what are you doing?" He asked.
"Brian do you want to go to your room?" She asked, in what he assumed was a sultry voice.
"No. Not really. Ivy, if I were to ever fuck you, you’d have to be in your right frame of mind. Not like this, not when you're on your own personal vendetta. I don't want to be apart of that. We want to see you get better before we treat you like Ivy again." Brian tried to explain as best as possible.
Ivy glared at Brian. She was enraged that none of these men would touch her. Was something really wrong with her? Had Luka turned her into an untouchable? Her fears were overwhelming her and soon enough she was running up to her room, tears streaming down her face.

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