This is a story about a woman, Ivory Spade who moved out of her hometown to start a new life as a fashion designer aiming big. Moving into her new home only to meet the infuriatingly hot Jason, a handsome, wealthy and seeming secretive art collector as a new neighbour, whose walls seems to be higher than Mount Everest and whose favourite pastime seems to be annoying her at every turn.


Follow them as they find love together in this heartwarming, heartstrings pulling, butterfly inducing story filled with third-person embarrassment and also awkward and very humourous moments. 
Note: this is not your regular bwwm story. I do sincerely hope the story as much as I did writing it.

Love...
Jay(not Jay Morris).


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Whoa! how did we get here? His very warm breath fanned my lips and I started freaking out.
"I have a boyfriend" I blurted out. His eyebrows rose, those looks perfectly plucked. Focus! 
"Really?" his voice was low, husky even, sending shivers through me.
"You have been here for about two, three weeks, where is he? Isn't he interested in finding out where his girlfriend moved to?" His voice was derisive on the girlfriend. 
"He is busy" I shivered, he'd moved unto the neck. 'Uhmm, who is he?' he doesn't believe me.
"Jay Morris" he froze and bursted out laughing. "The Jay Morris?" "Yeah" I know stupid, I don't believe me either, I don't even know why of all names, I mentioned him. The famous artist. I am so screwed.

Colour Me Impressed (BWWM)

It was nearly 7pm when I found myself in front of my house which looking around made me not so mad at Jason with his expensive cleaning choice considering that it seemed like his expensive crew did maintenance too. Yep, I am still going to be petty about it. 


Speaking of Jason, his car wasn't in the driveway, not that I cared or anything. I for one was happy to get my privacy after almost a week of staying under my mum's roof. 


Lugging my suitcase which was considerably heavy from all the extras,(food mostly) my mum packed me, because apparently I was leaner than when I left her house, I nearly fell off my porch when I heard Jason call out, "hey Ivory!" I didn't even hear him drive in! 


Next thing he was tugging my suitcase from my hand, "when did you get in?" 


"Just now, good evening Jason." I smiled because well I was nice and also he was being a lotta helpful at the moment. 


He smiled back, "it's being a while, how was your trip?" "It was good" I was unlocking my door. 


Chapter Eighteen.