Dangerously Yours Till Eternity

“What do you mean?”

“It just happened now. I got the message and I have to fly down to MoonCity.”

“That is quite a distance.” She said said, trying to rid her voice of the pain and annoyance the news had brought her, instead reflecting the bigger worry. “Are you sure everything is alright?”

“Yes, trust me.”

“Fine. Alright then. So when do we get to see each other again?”

“I really want to say tomorrow but–”© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“Just tell me the truth. I can take it. I’m a big girl.” She added the last one in a slight chuckling fit.

“In a week, maybe, but here is the good news. We might not have to wait for as long as I had suspected before. Things seem to be going as planned, maybe we wouldn’t even need a year to get to know your parents.”

That made her happy but until the year was over, she would still be married.

“What about my condition?”

“I thought you were already adapting to the life just fine, but anyways, you know me, my love. I can wait.”

She smiled, leaning further into the sofa.

“Did you get my gift?”

“Yes. You have such a great taste. Although suit isn’t really my thing. I feel like it might be a little… restraining?”

“Hmm.” Her brows furrowed a light frown as she imagined that. “Really? I thought it might spice up your aesthetic.”

“I thought you love me and my aesthetic just fine.” He groaned, as if he was utterly displeased and completely devasted.

How dramatic.

It was a struggle to not let her grin stretch in a wider smile.

“Of course, I like it.”

“You didn’t say you love,” he mumbled loud enough for her to hear. “I wonder why.”

Her back slowly hit the sofa, “arrrgh, Chris. I love your aesthetic. I love you.”

He chuckled. “Of course, you do. You know what, I’ll try it.” When he spoke again, his voice sounded a little distant. “I once liked it in the past anyways. I might just be able to roll with it again.”

“What past?” She asked, her gaze fixed on the hem of the blanket she was twirling between her fingers.

“Nothing.”

“If you give me one more nothing as a response, I will start planning to do the same. I wonder who’ll get tired first”

“Don’t, fine.” He let out an exasperated breath. “I once was close with my brother. He was into looking formal and all, he was quite powerful, still is. He used to be the only one I looked up to and I wanted to impress him by living like him.”

Ivy nodded slowly, taking in the information.

“Are you still close with your brother?”

“Not in a good way. Now, he is just that scary one that needs to be gotten rid of.” He ended in a dismissive tone.

Ivy’s head rang bells. That had better not be what she thought it was.

“You want to kill your brother?!”

“By the Blood, no! You see, that is why I like saying ‘nothing’ instead. There are just some things that are done differently.”

Well that was good.

Her racing heart could stop racing wildly now.

“Is your brother like you, a vampire too?”

“We are different in many ways. Can we please drop this topic?” His voice sounded a little strained. “I don’t like talking about him.”

“Sure, sure. I’m sorry if I was pushing.”

“No, you should know. I just don’t find it comfortable, that’s all. I’m working on it.”

“When you are done and ready to share, just know that I’ll be here to listen.”

“Thank you.”

“Andddd…” She raised her finger up on the air, like he was in front her and she was stopping him from going on. “If I discover it’s a lot of baggage, I’m taking you down to my therapist.”

“By the Blood, Ivy.”

“She does a good job, trust me.”

He laughed again. “Oh, I love talking to you.”

“And I love touching you, as cold as you are.”

“You are really tempting me right now,” he said with a suppressed groan. “The suit is good. How about I wear it for our next date?”

“You don’t have to wear the suit–”

“No, I want to. I want to look good for you.”

“You look good to me everytime.”

“I—”

“Oh goodness, stop! My ears.”

That voice wasn’t Chris’s.

She could hear some noise in the background, then Chris’ voice again but distant this time.

“Give it back, Jett.”

“Hi, Yours Girl. Happy Valentine’s day. I will never understand why we have to celebrate all these humans’ celebration. Don’t you think couples are just the most annoying. I’m stuck with one here and he as been burning my ears all evening with all these mushy talks with his girlfriend. My ears are in pain. Like real pain.”

“Maybe you deserve it, since you never use my name.” She rolled her eyes.

“Ouch. If I had a heart it would be broken by your words.” He said in a flat voice, before he scoffed. “Lucky me, right?”

“Hand me back.”

Yank!

“Had to use my break some way.” Jett was protesting in the background. She heard a door slam shut next.

“Hey love. Pay Jett no mind, he is being unusually grumpy today.”

When she had just meant him, he was always busy, but somewhere along the line, grumpy became Jett’s new personality. Ivy had heard Elsa say in passing that it could be as a result of staying mateless for so long.

“That’s alright. I’m glad you’re back.”

“Sadly, I have to leave now.”

She groaned. “Alright. Goodnight. I love you.”

“I love you the most.”

“Have a great time at the hotel.”

“Ah, nah. I have a villa here. That is where we’ll be staying when we get to MoonCity.”

Ivy blinked, sitting up straight immediately

Did he just say Villa?

Chris was definitely her husband.

Her lips stretched into a smile, while she out the phone down on the nearest side table.

Maybe Chris’s plan would work according to hers. If only there was a way for her to prove that he was her husband without risking anything.

She would have done it without a second thought.

She went up the stairs, straight to her room. Then she freshened up and slide under of her bed covers.

Sleep time.

Just that, after many toss and turns, she realized she couldn’t sleep.

A surge of hunger had been hitting her for a while now.

She still felt a need to be fed from by Chris, also there was the sexual cliff that he had placed her on and she still was on.

The least he could have done that day was allow her to have an orgasm!

He did offer to get her off on the phone but she had been too angry to accept it.

She raised her hand up at the reminder, slipping it into her silk blue nightgown, her body stiffening with anticipation, till she finally cup her breast, a finger resting on her hardened nipple.

“Ahhh.”

She let out a silent gasp at the comfort, as she fondled her breast.

It had been so long since she touched herself. So long since she felt a need to.

She should touch herself tonight, explore her body and imagine Chris all the way.