Dangerously Yours Till Eternity

Ivy didn’t realize that she had gone silent until she heard the Master speak again.

“Sealed lips, I see. That makes it even more fun.” He said, standing up as Ivy’s gaze followed him.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

She hated the guts of this man.

“How about we find out, uhn? Ma’am, what do you say?”

There were so many things that she wanted to say to him, amongst them some really colourful words of insult but she kept her mouth sealed, remembering what he had done to Zinej and how easily he could do the same to her if he considers her more of a disturbance than an advantage that he could use.

Ivy wasn’t anywhere eager to end up as a dinner casualty.

Not tonight, not ever.

Although, she wondered why he even had to ask.

Wasn’t there a way he could find out things without asking her directly, like the ways he always used. Except if Chris had pulled down any evidence of their relationship from the places he would usually look and that was causing a little bit of doubt for the Master.

The way things were turning out tonight, it looked like Ivy wouldn’t be able to get the opportunity to come up with some excuses to go out alone and call Chris in a booth or something.

Argh!

Everything just kept getting complicated. They should have never had that fight, although it was unavoidable with all the secrets, still it was unwise she had the fight with him when she was off in a stranger’s villa.

Go, Ivy! Smart Ivy.

Ridiculous.

But how was she to know that it would unintentionally go on this long? That things would turn out this way.

“The stubborn ones. Always fun.”

She could have sworn his black eyes glinted with excitement at her statement but the headache that struck her made her shake her head.

The very presence of the Master was a headache in itself.

She couldn’t wait to lay on her bed and slip away into bliss of ignorance for a few hours.

She was so done with this dinner.

“Get dressed.”

“What for?”

“You should be used to it by now, ma’am. You go everywhere with me.”

“What do you take me for? Your little pet?”

This time she was angry and somehow, she just couldn’t hide it.

“We will be flying in an hour.” His voice was calm and unaffected.

Just like that, he was gone.

Argh!

This madness really had to stop.

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They did not fly.

Instead they took a ride, and that could just be the longest ride Ivy had ever been on since she knew what the word “ride” meant.

It seemed to stretch on and on, and the time was so damn slow for no good reason!

It was like the whole universe had planned to punish her for some crime that she had forgotten she committed.

The Master didn’t try to start a conversation with her and Girald, as usual, was silent. Ivy was glad about that, not that it wasn’t the usual thing but she was glad it was happening pretty normally.

The only thing that bothered her was that, if where they were heading to was the meeting as she heard from some of the bodyguards then she might meet Chris.

She wanted to speak to Chris about everything before she would actually meet him. Meeting him there without saying a word to him first was definitely something she didn’t want to happen. Well, Ivy would just have to hope that they were heading somewhere else, somewhere, perhaps less burdensome for her.

She had been going through a lot these past few days.

The car moved into a slow halt.

Finally, the location.

It’s been forever!

She heard the door at her left go open and the Master stepping out of the car, she followed him, the cold breeze hitting her bare arms, the short purple gown she wore not helping in the slightest.

That gown was part of the few things she had packed in the hurry and she had a different thing in mind when she had packed it. Why couldn’t things just go as planned for her. Even her hair was looking darker than it used to, she needed to dye it purple again. She could do that when–

The comfort that swept through her was welcoming. She closed her eyes sharply as the coat moved over her shoulders.

“Once we return, Girald will take you shopping.”

That didn’t sound nice.

“How long do you plan to keep me?”

If he wanted her to go out shopping, does that mean she would have to hang around him more often.

That would be turtore.

“Only for as long as necessary.” He smoothly interlocked her hand with his elbow and just like that he was leading her into a place that she didn’t know she would ever go.

Luxury mixed with old fashion.

That was the way the interior design of this place was.

A classic, that was what things like this were called, right?

Ivy didn’t know how but after all their walking up the stairs, they ended up at a place that looked like a balcony but it was inside the building and there were seats below them, filled with people.

Was this like a VIP section?

“Please sit, you must be tired.”

Ivy sat down on the chair further back the small balcony.

If possible, she would prefer to be invisible.

“How long will this take?”

“Depends.” He smirked, his word promising something more.

Then he departed from her and step towards the silver railings.

When he spoke, the whole place fell silent and his power seem to shake the ground, his voice booming against the walls.

“Houses of Teeland, why have you summoned your King?!”

Ivy’s breath caught in her throat, as she watched the back of the man that had just declared himself what she had not even thought he would be.

This lunatic was the King?

No fucking way.

Didn’t this just mean that she was doomed?