Dangerously Yours Till Eternity

Ivy pushed the door of the bathroom and stepped in, looking straight at her image in the bathroom’s mirror, as she pulled off her nose mask.

Something must be wrong with that reflecting surface. She didn’t look as stressed out as she had imagined herself looking.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

The door went shut behind her but she didn’t bother to turn. She knew who it was and the mirror had helped her to confirm it, but the fingers that went for her hair wasn’t something she had suspected would happen to her.

“I can see how you are looking at the Master. Back off, he is mine.”

“I’m sorry. Did I just go back in time to the High school periods.”

The female snarling at her looked confused, and Ivy was quick to use that opportunity. She tapped her hand against the one in her hair, like she was reprimanding a child to let go of something they shouldn’t be touching.

“For a woman of your status, I expected much more.”

Her cheeks reddened with embarrassment and she let her hair go, her eyebrows knitting with a frown before she shrugged and crossed her arms.

“The Master loves me.” She clicked her nails against her cheek as they slowly turned to claws.

Ivy frowned.

Was she being threatened over a man right now?

This was ridiculous.

If Elsa was here, Ivy was sure she would have decked her and made her face a rainbow logo just from her fists.

What nonsense.

“That ring on your hand, doesn’t give you any value. You are just a place holder for him, once the things in the house dies down, you’ll be out of the picture and I’ll take my rightful place by his side. Don’t grow at attitude, okay?”

Ivy didn’t say anything, instead she turned towards the mirror and started brushing her hair with her fingers.

There were words in her mouth, burning in her throat but she refused to speak. Her face was her top priority right now and even if she knew the Master wouldn’t allow anything to happen to her life just yet, right not with his toxic girlfriend, her face wasn’t quite as safe.

“He gives me everything. Money, clothes, different rides, whatever I need. Sex too.” Her voice lowered and she stared at Ivy, holding her gaze in the mirror momentarily. “You have heard the moans. I’m sure I don’t even have to tell you.” she smiled, pretending to be shy.

The smile that Ivy had been trying to hold to bubbled out of her throat and she turned.

This wasn’t how she had planned to use her bathroom break. She had wanted some silence, privacy and a breath of fresh air.

Not some jealous creature breathing down her neck and threatening her, just because she thought she was after her psychotic boyfriend.

Crazy pair.

“What’s so funny? His jade ring is the only important thing and he had not given it to you. He will give it to me. Once the contract is over. Don’t be a glutton and stick around.”

Ivy frowned.

Zinej’s hand had reached for her hair again during that insecure outburst.

Alright, she was reaching.

“Don’t even think of trying to whore yourself out to get to his bed, the Master is quite selective of his women.”

Ivy wanted to slap her but something told her that wouldn’t end well, so she went for a calm reply instead.

“All that scrutiny and he chose you. What a waste.”

Zinej’s eyes bulged with anger.

“Look. I get it. You are insecure and you can’t seek assurance from him so you are doing whatever this is to me, just to patch up for the things that are lacking in your relationship.”

“You should be careful how you speak to me.”

Ignoring the words she had said, she went on.

“I don’t want your psychopathic boyfriend. Your toxic self can keep him, it will be a good to the society if only you have to bear the woe for us all.”

Something about this situation somehow reminded her of the time she had met him in the Supermarket and had told him that she pitied his wife, not knowing that ‘wife’ was her. Good thing she wasn’t really his wife in the real sense, good thing all this would soon be over.

“What?!”

“What? Can’t you see that he is a Lunatic? And you are sick. You guys are sick, you fit each other.”

Zinej scoffed, pain flicking in her eyes before it was quickly buried again.

Ivy had expected her to be strong, from the persona she had, Ivy had expected much more.

Or maybe she was strong, not just strong when it came to relationships and how to handle things like this.

Either ways, it was a pity.

“You can say whatever you want, Mistake Bride. You only see it that way because there is no way you can handle the heat or match the pace of the master.” She gave her a one over then chuckled. “I don’t know why I was even worried, you are not his type.” A chuckle made it’s way into her sentence. “A masquerade like you could never pull him. You are nothing.”

Nothing?!

Now that was where she crossed the line.

Ivy didn’t want to do this before but this seemed to be the language her type of person would understand.

Telling her that she had a partner.

“What is wrong with you. I have a boy–”

The door slammed shut.

“Insane toxic idiot! So rude. What kind of mess is this?

When Ivy returned to the table, Zinej was her usual calm self and Ivy didn’t say a word about what had happened in the bathroom.

For a couple of minutes longer she had to endure their sick presence.

Till they left the restaurant.

Ivy planned to say something about the room in the car but she never was really able to get the words out of her mouth.

Thankfully, she didn’t even have to say a word before things changed and went according to plan.

They had not driven back to the hotel, they had driven to the helicopter that was waiting to take them back to the villa.

A night without other people’s moans.

Thank goodness!

Lucky her, or so she thought.