Drunken night

Ivy got down from the couch she had been sleeping on, and say next to him.

"Do you mind telling me?" I asked and he furrowed his brows.

"You were pregnant. Bethany was mad, and you blamed it on me." He said and Ivy coughed hard. He patted her back when he saw she was still coughing.

"I'm fine... I'm fine..." She said and looked at me.

"The whole press knew about it, and Bethany left me." He said, and Ivy gulped.

"Dreams really have a way of scaring people, but don't you worry, that's just a dream." She said, and he thought about it.

"You don't have to sleep on the couch, it's uncomfortable." He said, looking at the couch.

"No, it's fine. It's totally fine." She said, but he shook his head.

"I thought you liked me. Doesn't liking me mean you'd want to sleep on a bed with me?" He asked with a teasing tone in his voice.

"No. I... I already said it. I do not have feelings for you, Mr Grayson." She said in a rush, then he smiled.

"Just lay down over there. The bed's big enough." He said, a