Jealous

Ian stood up and left the house. He strolled to the courtyard to watch Lucas organise a few florists in transplanting a of bed roses.

"Young Master, are you bored?" Carlos asked, standing next to him.

"No...Lucas, do you think Ivy still hates me?"

"Probably...I mean you're a horrible person when it comes to her,"

"Seriously?"

"Maybe yes, she's a very stubborn person. You shouldn't be bothered by anything, Young Master,"

"Why shouldn't I? I mean, I shouldn't but I can't help myself," he said, tapping his temple.

"You have a tool in there, a tool to drive her crazy," Lucas said with a smirk.

"What do you mean?" Ian asked and Lucas gestured him to bend over to enable him whisper in his ear.

"Ashley Williams," Lucas whispered and Ian withdrew himself immediately.

"Hell no,"

"It's the only way. You make her jealous then she becomes possessive and you are fully assured that she has fallen for you -"