Dangerously Yours Till Eternity

“I didn’t want it to get to this.” He said, folding his arms across him. The shirt he wore was quite strained by the action, his cloth hugging his arms tightly.

Could she just disappear from all of this.

Feeling thirsty, she turned around, and picked out a bottle of water from the fridge. She poured the water into a glass cup and raised it up to her lips. As she drank, she couldn’t help but deliberate on if throwing this glass cup in her hand to smash the head of the stranger– Master, behind her would he justified.

She was angry for many reasons.

Christopher was not her husband instead it was a guy she had met in the boutique and hated. Also, tonight wasn’t going the way she had planned it at all. She felt completely stressed about that.

Her grip tightened around the cup.

She should kill him. None of this was his fault but she felt that she should.

There has to be a way to fix this mess.

She slammed the cup down on the tip of the counter, frowning into the dim space ahead.

“But The Houses.”

She frowned, turning to look at him.

Did he just say… Houses? Was she standing in front of another leader of the House.

Goodness?

What was he?

A vampire?

Something else?!

If only Christopher had told her about the Houses and how they were. Now she didn’t know if they were all were all vampires or different.

“I have enemies and they will try to attack you to get to me. The only way to protect you, madam, is to keep you close.”

Although his tone had been flat, and lacking any real sense of urgency to the suituation he just described, it made her feel unsettled still.

Also, the way he was calling her “madam” made her feel weird, she wanted to say something about it but quickly realized that she didn’t want him calling her Ivy either.

It was best they stayed as strangers, till the marriage was over and long after… till forever.

She just so hated him, she couldn’t describe it.

He had done nothing tonight, except that he existed.

Why did he even exist?

Ivy hoped that this man hadn’t taken a liking to her, it would make things complicated and she would be getting brought into the supernatural world in the wrong way.

The only person she wanted to do that with was Christopher.

Although, a part of her believed that this wasn’t anything that her Christopher couldn’t handle, in case this Waste Of Space tried to do anything funny.

Also, there was his brother. As much as hechad said his brother wasn’t on good terms with him, Ivy felt that he would protect his brother against any threat, which included threats to his Brother’s Potential and protection extension to them also.

“Why? Because you are not human?”

Stern. Cold.

Did this man have any other emotions. He felt like a block of ice, a sculpture, a fine one but a dead one too.

He just seemed very unalive.

Was he even breathing?

Was he a vampire too?

What was he?! Why wasn’t he answering her questions already?!

“Till I get a witch that can wipe your memories without damaging anything, you will have to live with that information.”

So, she was right. She hide her unsettlement with a light scoff, and a finishing chuckled.

“Yeah, I like my memories intact. Thank you, Mr–” his eyes were unmoving on her, this guy was creepy why was he looking at her like that?! “Master.”

He face features relaxed in sight approval.

What the fuck?

Did he have some master kink?

Ew.

“I don’t care what you like.” His gaze moved to the door and she did too, but she stared at it for a moment and no one appeared, so she looked back at him, puzzled.

Just when she was starting to think that he must be insane, Ivy heard the voice of a lady that was coming behind him.

“Master.” She purred and Ivy jumped in her skin, startled.

That made her sound like she was a dog! Almost too real.

Oh goodness, what was she?

“Are you well rested.” The lady’s cheek visibly went red, as she walked pass Ivy not paying her attention for even a second.

“Yes, Master.”

She moved closer and tried to touch him but he slapped her hand aside and she folded it quickly behind her, bowing her head slowly.

His fingers, tucked in his leather gloves, skimmed past a side of her cheek that was visibly going red, not touching.

She let out a gasp, obviously finding this pleasurable.

Then he brought his finger to her chin, lifting it up so that she was looking up at him. From where Ivy was standing she could see her eyes were glazed over.

Okay. She didn’t sign up to watch porn and whatever this is.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

“Good, girl.” He dropped his hand from her, his casual demeanour unmoving.

What was this man?

“Bring the documents to my office, tomorrow?”

Wow.

She was a double. Working for him in his office during the day while he had her in his villa during the night, he could get it at any time. Wow!

“Yes, Master.”

She turned around and that was the first time Ivy could see her clearly.

She was a tall, slender, woman, with small perky breasts worth the envy and those facial features, sharp and commanding. With the red shirt she had tucked into her leather mid thigh skirt, and those black long heels, Ivy knew that if they didn’t meet in this circumstance, they would be good friends. At the same time, it didn’t seem like it.

Her lips were painted glossy black, and her hair white and long.

Ivy was like Elsa and Elsa was a party girl, the woman in front of Ivy had this professional and dangerous aura about her, almost like the ice sculpture behind.

Great.

“Excuse me.” She said to Ivy, eyeing her like she was nothing, her voice a little sultry, as she turned away, back to the Master.

“How about the one with the Bahas? Have you checked that document?”

“Everything done as you wish you, Master.”

“I fancy you, Little wolf.” He said with a light smirk and she purred again.

Ivy heaved a sigh. Why was she here?

“Do I get a reward?”

Cringe.

“What kind of reward do you desire?”

“The Valentine make up gift.”

He stepped away for a while, folding his arms across his chest, watching her.

“We begin tomorrow.”

“Thank you so much.” She squealed, almost wrapping her arms around him before he stepped back with a frown, and she put her hands behind her like she had been burnt but the glimmer of happiness in her eyes meant it all.

What a toxic relationship.

Ivy should get some pop corn to watch this but she thought about it too late and the woman had already left.

“I apologize for that.” The stranger said, then he left, switching off the light and leaving her in darkness.

It was only when she was alone again, could she move her legs.

It was like a force had held her there to watch.

Highly compelling.

What was that?