Dangerously Yours Till Eternity

Just like that, they were in front of her masion.

She hadn’t given Colin her address or anything, but he had dropped her off right in front of her mansion, and now she was walking into the large gates.

Honestly, after seeing the Villa, she really didn’t think big and the house she lived in, could be rightly used in the same sentence anymore.

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Well, she had seen bigger.

“Romito–” she heard her mother call out to her, well she half ran half walked.

Her mother welcomed her home with open arms and just as Girald had said, she was right in time for lunch and hopefully, her father would be able to take get his usual 6pm nap.

She didn’t spend too much time with her parents though, she quickly excused herself and went up to her room.

Giving an excuse that the meetings had been tedious and she needed all the rest in the world.

Her mother had not suspected anything and if her father had, his mouth stuffed with food didn’t let him say anything about it.

Once the door was closed, her facade evaporated in a flash. She crumbled to the floor, her back against the door, shivering from terror. Her hands crawled to her sides as her mind went through all that she had gone through in the last hours. The fact that she had almost lost her life, the marriage and all the secrecy.

Her life had been normal so far, then today decided to be different.

Tears ran down her cheeks.

All while she had been at the Villa she had used her quirkiness and smart mouth as a coping and defense mechanism, while in truth, she had been terrified to her very bones.

“Princess.” She heard someone knocking at her door. “Your royal Highness, are you in there?”

That was Elsa.

She used to call her those names in the past to annoy her in reference to how her parents were always spoiling her with attention.

Elsa had it hard in the past. When she was barely six, her forever busy and extremely wealthy parents had dropped her off at her aunt’s with a promise that they would be back for her after the holiday.

Well, it’s been more than ten years now. Maybe the holiday never ended on their side.

Elsa had been so hurt by this experience, with the conclusion that her parents didn’t want her, she took out her anger on someone she believed had it all.

That person was Ivy.

Elsa was a bully but as the years rolled by, they grew closer and closer, they came to understand each other and just like that, the names lost their angry touch. Instead, they now sounded like endearing and teasing words between best friends.

Ivy quickly wiped her tears away and stood up.

When she open the door, Elsa looked back in shock while she stepped in.

“I knew the meeting were bad but I didn’t know that it was this bad. Enough to make you break down!”

“How did you–”

“Your Mum was so happy, she told my aunt and my aunt almost talked my ears off about it.”

Ivy said nothing, instead pulled her into an embrace which Elsa immediately responded too by patting her lightly on her back.

This wasn’t the first time she would often take up the act of an elder sister. Strange because out of the two, Elsa was the younger one, by two years.

“You must have been so afraid, bailing on your wedding, risking it all on some meeting you weren’t even sure would work. I’m so sorry that I sounded so mad at you over the phone when you called. It was just that, I was losing my mind, thinking that you might be in danger or something.”

She paused.

“You should have called me. I would have kept your secret secret. I almost ran crazy, Ivy.” She pulled away to look at her face. Her own eyes now a little misty. “Don’t do that to me again.”

Ivy nodded, her throat choked with tears that she couldn’t speak.

“Ever.” Elsa emphasis and Ivy chuckled.

“Ever.” She grasped her hand. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s alright. You are safe, you are here and it all worked out at the end.” Her voice dropped to a gossiping tone. “Besides did you see Lorenzo Richerman? So not your type.”

Ivy rolled her eyes.

“I know right.”

The two ladies busted into laughter before they headed over and sat on the bed, while Elsa dropped the bottle of wine she was holding.

“I thought you might be in the mood to celebrate but maybe later.”

“Yeah.”

“Ok then, tell meeee.”

“About what?”

Ivy’s  heart started racing. Did she know about the wedding?

“You know you can’t keep secrets from me. Spill already, details please.”

Her heart almost exploded.

“….”

“Was the sex that good?” Then her face turned horrified. “Oh my goodness, was it terrible?!”

“Oh, the one night stand.”

“Shush! You don’t want anyone hearing the craziest thing you’ve ever done.”

Well Elsa was right about that, as long as this morning was out of consideration.

“So come on, tell me!”

“It was… wild.”

Elsa arched her eyebrows, her face between her palms. “Anddd?”

Ivy gulped. She hadn’t had time to think about it yet but now that she did, her heart was racing quite differently. The night flashed in her mind and she felt a strange tug in her chest.

She went into details, dreamy eyes and all, then ending it with “Really hot. He was everything, Elsa. Everything.”

“Good for you. Mine was a waste of my time.”

“That bad?”

“Kind of.”

“He hadn’t seem like it.”

“They never seem like it.”

There was silence for a slight second before Elsa started talking excitedly again.

“Ivy. Do you believe that there are men structured like flawless greek gods strolling the earth with their sexy presence.”

“Yes, like my one night stand.” She replied, grabbing the chance to go into details on how perfect he was once again.

“Are you in love with your one night stand?” Elsa asked when she was done.

“Absolutely not.”

Elsa tsked. “Problems of an amateur. You are thinking way too much about your one night stand, your royal highness. It’s unhealthy.”

Ivy rolled her eyes. “You were saying?”

“Of course. About the Sexy greek gods? I met one this morning, while looking for you at the club. He is crazily handsome, young,  I bet he is terrific in bed, and he looks really wealthy. I might just string him along for his money or looks or…” she screamed, pressing a pillow to her mouth. “His everything! ”

“Oh my, do you have a picture?”

“I don’t. I have also searched online and no, his pictures are not online.”

“He sounds like a serial killer.”

“Or a really private person that is really wealthy and powerful.”

“And a serial killer.”

After everything she had been through, she was prepared to think the worse of every situation.

“Come on, Ivy.”

“You have allowed yourself to be blinded by whatever beauty you claim he has.”

“Claim? I bet he is handsome more than your ‘Handsome Man’.”

“In your dreams.”

Elsa tsked again. “Unhealthy, unhealthy.”

“Whatever.”

“At least, you are admitting it. The earlier you admit it, the earlier you get rid of it. Anyways, I got a card of my greek god.”

She slipped a card out of her bag, heading it over to Ivy.

The card was black, hard and had just a name, two phone numbers and an email.

“Christopher DeCastle.” Ivy read it.

“Yes.” She replied dreamily. “He said he is a business man and guess what? We will be meeting again today.”

Ivy handed the card back to her.

“Will you like to come with me? See if we might see your ‘Handsome man’ in the process and compare the beauty to see who has better taste. The answer is me obviously but still…”

“No, I’ll be sleeping in.”

“Why?”

“Because that Greek god of yours still sounds like a serial killer.”

Elsa chuckled.

“That boring meeting really has you saying the craziest things.” She kissed her cheek before heading to the door. “I must not miss seeing him tonight. One can never be too sure. He might just be the one.”

“The ONE Serial Killer!” Ivy shouted along.