Dangerously Yours Till Eternity

Risky texts were called risky for a reason and that was because they were indeed risky.

Sneaking away from Elsa hd been very easy. She had told her that she wanted to go out alone to get Pa’s restaurant and Elsa had nodded in agreement, walking over to a mirror to style her hair, that was now getting more black than purple as time went by. Something Ivy was thankful for because Elsa’s purple hair always reminded her of their fight, which she really hated to remember.

Elsa had turned around, telling her that she also had somewhere to be. They had both left the house after that, leaving in their cars to two different directions.

That had been more than going to two hours ago.

Ivy was certain that Elsa didn’t follow her here or used where she had to as a cover up. to stalk her. Elsa had called about some minutes ago and Ivy had heard Jett’s voice in the background, along with someone she wasn’t sure she knew.

“So how is your dinner date going?”

“I said it isn’t a date,” Ivy had mumbled on the phone.

“Whatever you say. Enjoy it, Princess!”

With that she had hung up.

Ivy rubbed her palms over her bare shoulders, looking out through the window as the low and soft music playing in the restaurant filled her ears.

The light at the table she was seated was a dim blue. The table was also set at corner, offering some privacy from the rest of the restaurant. She had asked for this table to be reserved because she had thought the vip qualities would be of great use. She had been right about that, although the qualities came in handy in a way she hadn’t wanted.

Ivy took another sip from her wine glass, her hundredth sip in the last two hours, looking down at the moving vehicles and the clourful street light.

She remembered that when she had arrived here in her purple dinner gown, it hadn’t been so dark in the sky and the road hadn’t been so colourul.

She looked into the restaurant, around her, just in time to see a couple standing up and kissing each other good bye before going to the door.

That was the fifth couple she was watching leave the restaurant, funny she had been seated here when they had arrived about over an hour ago.

She frowned, suppressing the tears that were burning at the back of her eyes.

She shouldn’t have come here.

She shouldn’t have sent him that text.

What was she thinking?

How foolish of her to have thought that after saying no, and seeing that the ‘No life’ wax unbearable, she could pull a fast one on him, say yes and he would just happily hop on the train like nothing happened.

Even if it did seem like he had wanted the same tbing.

She swiped her phone open, to see if there was anything from him.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Nothing.

No calls, no texts, just absolutely nothing.

It had been over 2 hours now, in a couple of minutes, it would be three.

Another thing about risky texts was that once you make that first dig by sending the first one, you just somehow, keep digging yourself a grave by sending more and more messages that would never get a reply, more and more calls that would never get answered.

All shame lost, all caution thrown to the wind as you dig a grave large enough to bury the broken pieces of your heart once suddenly realize how unnecessarily far you’ve gone.

That was what had happened to Ivy and right now, she was starting to regret.

She had called him 20 times within the last three hours.

What was she?

A maniac?!

Nah, that was absolutely ‘simp behavior’ and she was no simp.

How had she even endured to wait for so long while creating excuses for him in her head.

She frowned.

What nonsense.

Chris could go to hell for all she cared. She never wanted to see him again. It was a good thing he didn’t come.

Why had she even set up this date?

She felt warm liquid run down her cheek and she wiped it off aggressively.

Tears? How pathetic!

To think that she had used her really expensive mascara tonight.

Nah, she wasn’t doing this.

She stood up, pulling her bag over her shoulder.

She would go out right now and go to a club or something.

All she needed was a few shots and probably a good dick and she would be fine.

She knew she was lying to herself, but could she be blamed? She had got to try to pretend like this wasn’t breaking her to her very bones.

She turned to leave, but she caught a glimpse of someone almost running through the restaurant like if he was late for a meeting here.

She scoffed.

Must be a Chris.

It wasn’t until the man was in front at her table did she realize that he wasn’t just ‘a’ but ‘her’ Chris.

She froze momentarily.

He came?

“I’m late,” he said sounding a little breathless which was very unlike him.

An illusion, she quickly reminded herself.

“I couldn’t stop thinking,” he went around the table, till he was standing right next to her, he turned her to him gently, “if it was wise to come. I promised you that I will stay away, that I will make it easy for you.”

Then he slowly pushed her back to her seat, going on one knee in front of her.

“I should have known you will regress, by the Blood, I should have blocked your number, anything to help you with this. I knew it would be tedious and I should have shut down every way for you to reach back to me, but then I just couldn’t. When I saw your messages, voice notes and your calls, I knew I should’ve ignored them but I missed your voice so much…” His voice trailed off and he held her hands. “I miss you.”

He looked up at her again, his eyes a little glassy, a subtle smile on his face.

“I couldn’t come here looking all pale and– well Jett told me that I looked — I wanted to come running here but–” he looked around the restaurant and back. “I don’t think I will be a good sight, so I had to feed and that took time too, plus the fact that I had to rethink everything and–” he let out a sigh of frustration, caressing her hand again. “I really missed you.”

He looked up expectantly but she said nothing in return.

“Ivy?”

The tears that had welled up in her eyes finally dropped, she dropped to her kneels, pulling him into a tight embrace.

“You came.”