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HEY YALL!! So I got lots of requests of a book about Octavia and after I'll finish this one I'll do one about Tavi most likely!

DISCLAIMER IG: what happens in this chapter is just to create tension but it'll still be a slow burn, they're not getting together yet!

Just to clarify things atm AGAIN:
-they don't love each other
-they only feel sexual attraction atm
-they dislike each other
-they ARE NOT getting together in the next 10 chapters or so

TW ig? : 18+ shit y'all


INDIE'S POV:

Walking past the bodyguards and into the house, I'm hit with darkness, except the light glowing from the pool lights outside

Taking a step into the foyer, I raise my voice. "Finn?"

Waiting for an answer I don't hear anything

"Finn? Where are you?" I walk forward until I get in the living room

Why the hell did Audrey text me if Finn has a phone?

If this is also one of her games I'm gonna beat the shit out of her

At this point I'm gonna beat the shit out of everyone

"She's not here." I hear a voice from the pool and it makes me shiver

Stepping outside I see Ivarsen in the pool, his abs visible from where I am

"What did you do to her?"

The corner of his lips lift up. "Scared of me, little Gray?"

"Don't fuck around with me now!" I raise my voice at him

"I swear if you don't tell me where she-"

"At a party with Athos." He says, his smirk fading as he sees I'm in no mood for games

My pulse slows down as I hear that she's at least safe

"Then why did-"

"Want a drink?" He talks over me which I do not appreciate but I could use one

He tilts a whole vodka bottle towards me as he remains in the pool and I sit at the edge of it

I grab it but his hold becomes stronger. "Let it go!" I stare dead eyed in his

When he let's go I bring it to my lips and chug it down my throat as the sting makes me want to spit it

I feel Ivarsen's hand wrapping around my wrist. "Take it easy." He tries to pry the bottle away from me

I give him another death stare, trying to make him understand that I need this

His hand drops on my knee, wetting it with his wet hand. "You're not scary, now give me the bottle-"

"Or what?" I ask

I look into his eyes and there's a glimpse of challenge in them

And the next thing I know is that he grabs the bottle out of my hand and backs away into the water

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