Dangerously Yours Till Eternity

She chuckled nervously.

“Hey, I know we got up on a wrong foot but–”

“Out.” He turned away sharply, very uninterested in whatever she had to say next.

“What?” The way her heart had been racing, like it would burst out of her chest, did not let her catch what he said.

“Get out.”

“Of course, of course.” She nodded, heading out already before she remembered something and she turned. She really needed to apologize and she wouldn’t want him making her life here miserable because of something she could have just fixed so easily with an apology.

“And about the suit… and the whole boutique situation, and the fact that I got you–”

He looked back at her and she froze.

Maybe she shouldn’t have said that.

Without taking his eyes off her, he said to Girald.

She huffed.

“I’d like to grab my–”

“Girald, If she stays there for five more seconds, kill her.”

Without another word, he turned away.

“4”

Well, that was it. Before Girald ended his countdown.

She was out.

**

She must have ran really fast because how did she get into her room so quickly.

Ivy closed the door shut behind her, then fell on the bed with relief.

It wasn’t absolute but it would do for now.

Ah.

How could her husband not have been Chris? Her evidence about the whole situation was so fool proof.

Ah! How was she going to face this now?

She was too exhausted right now. She would think about that later.

Ivy switched on the TV opposite her bed and the first thing she heard was moans.

Well, she was in no need to watch this right now. Some good Romcom would be alright.

Some laughs, and tension relief here and there would be perfect, but she felt too tired to even pick up the remote and change the channel.

Hopefully, this sex scene would be over soon and she could actually watch the movie and it would distract her from her misery.

So with her eyes lacking interest, her mind filled with worry, my mental state absolutely stressed and wreaked, she kept watching the two people on the screen go at each other.

The man pounding into her from behind and the woman’s face filled with absolute delight.

Great.

Someone was getting it and she wasn’t. It didn’t matter that that was just an actress and nothin on the screen was real.

This display before her had been her plan for Chris tonight, instead here she was, wreaked and wreaked.

Everything was ruined.

She heard the woman moan anger and she focused on the screen with anger and that was when she noticed it.

Something felt really off about this.

It had been only a couple of seconds but… what was wrong with the camera quality? Why were they taking the video from a really distant angle? Was this a detective scene of playing a tape taken from a crime scene’s secret camera? And that room? Why did it look so damn farmilar?

What was going on?

In what movie had she seen the room before? It must be a popularly used setting.

Right, that had to be it.

But still no matter how good this looked, there was just something off with how this had been filmed. She could just feel it.

Also, it looked kind of blur.

Then suddenly the male actor was staring right into the camara that he was so far from, she couldn’t see his face. He picked up something from beside him and directed it at the camera.

Just like that the TV went blank.

Well, that felt almost realistic.

Anyways, she was half the scene was over. All she had to do now was wait for the next.

And so she waited.

And waited.

And waited.

But the screen remained pitch black and it finally hit her.

That and felt so realistic because it was, in fact, real!

No fucking way.

Did she just spend about twenty seconds watchinhg the Master bang someone?

***

Pornography.

That was pure porn!

To stop herself from completely losing her sanity, Ivy’s next stop had been at the kitchen.

It was empty but she found her way to the fridge, right after bumping her pinky hard against the kitchen counter. She could still feel it throbbing with pain and all she had to blame for her immediate discomfort at the moment was the darkness of the kitchen.

She should just search for the switch and put on the light but she felt that would call attention and she had already had enough of that for tonight.

Anymore unwanted focus on her, and her facade might actually come crumbling to the ground and she would just pass out.

Her hand wrapped around the cold handle of the fridge and she threw the door open, the soft light that met her gaze, a saving grace.

Without a second thought, Ivy lashed into a desperate search for chocolate. Soon enough she found one. She wasted no time in unwrapping and devouring it.

The voices, the images, she just really needed to get them all out of her mind!

So stress eating, she was.

Till the kitchen light came on and she froze, turning slowly to the door.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Ah.

Great.

An unwanted focus from the very master of the house himself and he was no longer naked, but in a pair of cotton black pants and white Tee shirt.

Did he know that she had been watching him?

Was he here to question her? Punish her?

Why was her life just moving from one trainwreak to another tonight?

Oh she wished Chris was here to take her away from all this nonsense.

All she wanted to do was be in bed and have a great time. Not this!

“I appreciate your co-operation so far, madam. You’ve been taking the contract very seriously,” he took a step in, stopping when he was right in front of her, then putting something by her side. Ivy pulled back, not liking how close he had come, her gaze on what he was dropping on the counter. It was her phone. Thank goodness.

“Especially the infidelity part.”

Ivy looked up at him, a grin crossing her lips at the thought of Chris.

“You are welcome.” She spoke too fast. “You are doing the same thing to– ha, ha, I mean, that– you know inks and papers, you gotta go along with them to the letter. Dots of the Is and crosses of the Ts. If you understand me.”

Her heart was racing wildly. He still hadn’t moved away.

What? Was he not expecting her to take a signed contract seriously? If this was all a stupid test, she would get her hand real bloody, real fast.

She could fight… in her head.

“Don’t want the consequences.” She ended and she really wished she hadn’t said that. In fact, she should have stopped talking since.

“Good.” He stepped back a considerable distance, taking a bottle of water from ten fridge along with him, and she grabbed her phone immediately. “Getting rid of you should be easy.”

Ivy blinked.

What was that?

“You mean like in a bloodless way, right?”

Talking a swing from the bottle, he replied.

“That can also be arranged.”

He must be fucking kidding her.

“I don’t plan to die, Mr…,” she paused. “What is your name?”

“Just call me Master.”

“Master.” She said without thinking and he looked at her immediately, before he looked away in a second, and emptied his bottle.

“Good enough. For now.”