Dangerously Yours Till Eternity

“Wwwhat?” She slurred after a while of silence and Ivy froze, not breathing in nor out.

Then Elsa’s eyelids slid shut again.

Till she started snoring lightly, indicating that she had fallen back asleep.

For Ivy, silence reigned through the room except for her pondering heart and Elsa’s light snoring.

Had Elsa heard what she had said? How long had she been awake? What if she woke up in the morning and remembered? Elsa wasn’t one to forget things that she did while she was drunk nor the words spoken to her!

Had she just ruined it all for her best friend? What about their relationship? Would it stay the same after this? Intact or forever broken?

Ivy immediately picked up her phone, tears streaming down her face, as she imagined how shattered Elsa would be in the morning. Her sight blurry as she went from one site to another, checking through expensive dresses and gifts that she might use as an apology come daybreak.

She made her orders, her mind racing, her hands trembling as the thought of hurting her best friend fiddled with her brain.

Once she was done making the panic order, she crumbled to one side of room and cried.

Elsa would be wreaked in the morning, their relationship dented, years of friendship down the drain and it would all be her fault.

She cried and cried, laying on the sofa in her room till she fell asleep.

***

When she woke up the next morning, she was no longer on the sofa but alone and tucked in her bed.

Wait… alone?!

Elsa!

She jumped with a start.

“Finally awake, Princess.” She heard Elsa scowl behind her.

Her heart ached and she turned around slowly. Elsa was no longer in her white dress but in a pair of baggy pants and sleeveless red top.

She looked refreshed, beautiful as ever and… very angry.

“Elsa–”

“Don’t you think we have something to talk about?”

She remembered!

Oh goodness, she remembered!

Ivy knew this would happen, yet it painfully tore through her that it did.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to keep it from you.”

“Like it was anything that could be hidden in the first place.”

Ivy’s heart dropped at that.

Had she been that obvious? Despite all her efforts?!

“Do you know how many times I had to picked up my phone and tell the guy at the gate to come in with the plenty things you ordered last night?! How drunk were you?!”

“Last–”

Wait.

She didn’t remember?

That was strange. As in, she was absolutely happy that Elsa didn’t remember but still, it was really strange.

Was Luck finding her irresistible once again, even with her morning face?

Wow. She’d better not mess up this time.

“I bought you your gifts… Happy birthday!” She laughed nervously, raising her hands in the air. “I knew the dinner didn’t go as planned for you, so…”

Elsa shrugged, suppressing a smile as she leaned against the white wall.

“And so, you took it upon yourself to further stress the Birthday Girl just to give her gifts. My wrists are hurting from how many times I had to pick up your phone, to answer deliveries and give directions. Anyways, Birthday Girl will accept your little piece offering.”

“Littleeee?”

“It is whatever I say it is.”

Ivy giggled, though still nervous and very observant.

“Yes, Mum.”

“That reminds me, your mum called to say that they were extending the business trip. My aunt is over there with them. This trip had better be bringing us billions. If not, we’ll lock then out.”

“Take possession of everything and banish them?”

“Your words, Princess. And oh, how much I love obeying your orders.” Elsa giggled and Ivy joined in.

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“What is it with you anyways?” Ivy asked, tossing Ivy’s phone on the bed next to her. “Why did you sleep on the floor?”

“Couch.”

“Same suffering.”

“I—”

“Do you know how hard it was to carry you? You are such a Princess, I know.” She went to the door and opened it. “But give your loyal servant a break. I’m a Birthday Girl and I didn’t deserve any of that stress.”

Sha didn’t wait for any reply before she slammed the door shut and hurried down the stairs.

Funny. She had been panicking for nothing the whole night.

She heard a ding on her phone, then checked it to see that Elsa had sent her a message.

‘Thank you for the birthday gifts, for always showering me with so much love, for always chosing me first. I love you.’

She pressed the phone to her chest and blinked her tears away.

This was precious to her. Valuable than anything else.

This, she couldn’t risk losing!

She stood up from her bed and frowned, realizing something. She had been so worried about her relationship with Elsa that she hadn’t had her usual wet dreams and nightmares.

Interesting.

Maybe if she kept on worrying about Elsa like that or find something to really think about, she would stop dreaming about Chris.

Everything about it was absolutely wrong, no matter how right her body tried to make it and she knew it!

***

After that day, they had both been wrapped up in their own worlds, too busy to spare anytime. During the time Ivy would force herself to spare, Elsa would say she was busy with this, that or with meeting up with Chris.

From what Elsa had been saying, her and Chris were spending a lot of time together.

Also, Elsa was practically living with Ivy now and their house was always filled with gifts from Chris.

Once, when they had finally made time to send together, by eating popcorn while watching a movie, her phone kept buzzing with messages from Chris.

Chris had also stopped coming to the restaurant, most likely to spend more time with Elsa in all the wonderful places that Elsa would constantly send Ivy pictures of.

They were happy which meant that she was happy even, if she wasn’t.

It doesn’t matter that she had constantly deprived herself of sleep just to get the pesky wet dreams and nightmares out of her head.

Once, Elsa had even caught her while she was forcing herself to stay awake.

“Still having those dreams with Handsome Man?” She had said, taking a bottle of water from the fridge. Her phone was buzzing from the inflow of messages and Ivy had caught a glimpse of a message she certainly wasn’t supposed to see.

Something about what he planned to do with her the next time they would meet.

Ivy pulled her purple silky robe around her and looked away, sitting on one of the kitchen stools.

“No.”

“You should give up on lying, you are terrible at it.”

Of course, she knew.

“You need a good d. i. c. k to f. u. c. k it out of your system.” Then she turned away and walked up the stairs. “Goodnight, Princess. Please don’t disturb this loyal servant tonight because her hands are about to get busy.”

She giggled, giving her a suggestive wink before disappearing up the stairs.

Anger and frustration flooded through her veins.

So she went up to her room, picked a sexually provocative dress and drove down to a club.

Just as she got there, she remembered something.

That she was married, then yet again, one of the rules of her weird marriage was that she could live a single life.

After all, since she had signed the contract, they hadn’t come for her or any of her family. She must be doing it all right.

So, she went into the club.

She would have been here with Elsa but Elsa had been scared that she might come across Chris and seeing her in a place like that, having fun, might ruin the angelic image that Chris now had of her.

This time around, Ivy had told her that he met her at a club and he hadn’t hated her then.

“… In fact, he had even shown interest in you.”

“He met me while we were looking for you. Not while I was dancing all wild and– I’m not going.”

Ivy had given up the fight then went to the club anyways. Gotten herself a guy, got drunk, got laid (with precautions, of course), went back home, fell asleep.

Then, boom!

Wet dreams and nightmares.

They just wouldn’t go away.

All of these had happened yesterday night.

This sunny afternoon, she was at work once again, tired, angry and frustrated on her chair, as her search result stared back at her from her laptop screen.

‘There is nothing you can do to stop having wet dreams.’

Well, wasn’t that just fantastic!

Her phone rang at that moment, thousands of messages from Elsa.

Strange.

Elsa hardly ever texted or called these days. She was constantly busy with Chris.

Now, she was calling and texting at the same time?

Did she order a pearly white gown and get a red? Or did theyix up her mascara order?

Ivy answered call, using her earphones. Something she instantly regretted.

“He asked me!”

Ouch.

“What?”

“He asked meeeee!”