Chapter 192: Ivy

Sunday. Jabir al Saud's Home. Riyadh, Saudi Arabia.

HOW WAS IT IVY could have all of the hangover with none of the alcohol?

It wasn't fair.

Why was she awake anyway?

After arriving late in the day, they'd been driven in a hot, cramped limo to the mansion.

There was a stark difference between the arid land outside the walls of the mansion's grounds and the lushness inside. The man's very home was a social commentary about the disproportionate way of everything here.

They'd had an hour to pick rooms, freshen up, change and be downstairs. But they hadn't seen Jabir at all. Instead, they'd been packed into a dining room, fed and told to wait for hours.

Ivy and London had stuck close to each other, watching and feeling out the vibe.

There it was again. A soft shuffling sound.

She cracked open an eye.

A short, curvy figure tip-toed into the bathroom.

Their roommate.