Dangerously Yours Till Eternity

“Stalker!”

“Stalker?” The man asked and she wondered if the fact that he wasn’t wearing his glasses made her look like nothing but a blur to him. That was none of her business though, she didn’t ask to walk into her room – well, it wasn’t her room yet but soon it would be- anyways, she didn’t ask to step into this room and stare at a butt naked stranger- who she was very sure was a stalker!

“Yes. You are breaking so many laws right now, just in case you don’t know.”

She took a step back, looking around for any sharp object she could use to attack him, or rather defend herself from him, in case he made any move that seemed threatening in the slightest. She was starting to really hate the dim light now, the cozy and cool ambiance wasn’t appropriate for the situation she had just found herself in. Also, although she could still see, her sight wasn’t as clear as it would be, if the lights didn’t have that blue tint to it.

Wait– why was this stranger looking so calm and at home? Oh goodness, that must be because he was very dangerous and confident in his strength. What if he wasn’t alone? How many of them could have invaded the Villa? Was invading the Villa even that possible?

No matter what, it would be wise not to take her eyes off him.

The man took a step forward and she grimaced.

Could he put something on already? Where was her phone, so she could call the cops on his ass. She wondered if she screamed, would Girald hear her?

Goodness, she really hated the presence of this stranger in her husband’s room.

If and when Chris finds out about this, he would be so mad.

Where was her phone?!

Ah, there is was!

All the way there on Christopher’s king size bed. If she wanted to get it, she would have to walk pass him, and it was stupid to turn her back to the enemy. Another option she had was to crawl on the bed, and get to the other side in order to be able to get her phone but that was such a vulnerable position to be in and vulnerable wasn’t what she wanted to be right now.

“Oh, it’s you.” The man’s cold voice cut through the silence of the room, his face giving nothing away of whatever stupid thing it was that must be cooking up in his head.

“I see where this is going.”

Strangely, she didn’t feel like she was in danger. Her brain must be faulty, her adrenalines were supposed to be popping and running wild in her veins right now, but up till now, nothing.

Nothing!

Fantastic.

“Yeah and you’ll be needing your lawyers to see better, because there is jail waiting for you in fu–”

“I know I am very wealthy, ma’am. So, if you think you will seduce me like this to get my money–”

Ivy scoffed. He obviously hadn’t learnt his lesson the first time. He definitely needed another slap, that firm cheek looked like it was begging her to wipe her hand quickly across it with force.

“I don’t deal with married men! I have my own.” She rubbed her two fingers on her forehead.

This guy was nothing but pure, unfiltered headache.

“Who even let you in? My husband will be back soon and you’ll be in serious trouble. Aren’t you ashamed?!” Her gaze moved below his waist again and she looked away with grimace. She could get why he was so confident in his body but this wasn’t supposed to be a sight for her eyes. “Pick up your damn towel!” She snapped her fingers in anger. “Girald!”

He picked up his towel and Ivy smirked.

“Yes, that’s it, pick it up and run back the way you came, because this people are dangerous. They are protecting me and you will be toast onc–,”Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

She sensed someone stepping in and she made the mistake to look, going against her principal of not turning her back to her enemy.

Who she saw made her feel at ease though, so it was a win-win.

“Girald, thank goodness you are here. Can you get this st–”

“Master.” Girald said, bowing his head lightly, with his hands folded behind him.

“Mas–” She laughed, looking in-between Girald and the man that now had his towel wrapped around this waist. “He is not your Master, you are making a mista–”

The look Girald gave her was enough to shut make her shut up and think.

Heat.

She felt it come over her, pulling her under.

“Who is this mad woman?” The man asked, his voice still firm and controlled and that was when it clicked.

It was the same.

How could she have missed it?

That was the same voice she had heard over the laptop on the day of her wedding.

Her throat felt really dry all of sudden and she gulped, frowning while she licked her lips. Although the dress she wore was light, it felt really hot, and her heart finally starting racing, the adrenaline popping in her veins.

“Your Wi–Bride, Master.”

“Oh,” he stepped forward now and she was the one to stagger back.

With him barely a step away from her and his eyes staring right down at hers, she leaned backwards, trying to create a distance, yet not finding the strength to move any backwards.

He stared at her quizzically, studying her like she was some pesky project he wanted to be done with then finally get rid of.

Her eyes were fixed on him. Suddenly the fact that he was not Chris made her feel really scared, all the rumours she had heard about him, known that he was capable of erasing her like the way he had done to the people he shot on her wedding day, and nothing was stopping it because he wasn’t Chris that had her as a Potential, it was all really terrifying.

“The wrong bride.”

Every feature of his face spelt fear.

Well, this already wasn’t looking good for her.