Dangerously Yours Till Eternity

“Happy Valentine.” Ivy said with a smile, her phone pressed to her ears as she did a few touches to her make up, her eyes skimming over the reflection of the dazzling black thigh-lenght dress she had on. “So, I’ll meet you at DeTaste and we can spend the rest of our time as the feelings lead. Oh, I can’t wait to give you your gift.”

Although, as at yesterday, Chris still wasn’t back from SunnyCity but he had promised that he would fly back this morning.

Flying was something Chris did all the time. So, Ivy was certain that the only reason he was calling her was most likely to tell to get ready for their date.

She knew he would want to offer to pick her up but she would just prefer to meet him there.

He sighed over the phone, and her hand stilled on her purse that was on the dressing table, which she had been fitting things in.

“Did something happen? Are you even back?”

“We won’t be able to go on our valentine date this morning.”

“Oh,” she clicked her purse shut, sitting back into the dressing chair, her brows furrowed in worry. “Something happened, right?”

“Nothing I can’t handle.”

Someone, that didn’t make her feel any better.

“Does this have to do with your brother who just arrived?”

“No— I mean, it does but, you don’t have to worry about it. Everything is fine. This will get fixed in no time.” His tone picked up, sounding a little cheerful. “How about we shift our plans to tonight. I’ll make it just as grand, I promise.”

Her lips dipped at the corners with displeasure. “That’s fine.”

She had to resist the urge of yanking out her fixed eye lashes. She still hadn’t taken pictures yet and no matter how hurt she was by this change of plans, this make up was good just too good, to not go down in her Gallery lane. Besides, she would send him the pictures. She might not have the strength to look this made up in the evening, he would just have to excuse that and know that it was all his fault.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I’ll send you pictures, so you know what you are missing.”

He groaned, ending in a breathy chuckle.

“I want to say no because that is turtore but I really love to see you.”

She smacked her lips together in victory.

“Sounds like the perfect punishment then.”

He chuckled and she smiled.

She was just happy that he was alright.

The sound of the doorbell ringing seeped through her ears, and she stared quizzically at her reflection in the mirror.

“There’s someone at the door. I have to go and get it.”

“That must be my gifts to you.”

“Really?”

“Yes, just hold on them, till I can be there with you. I love you.”

She could hardly contain her excited squeal. “I love you too.”

Chocolate, flowers, expensive make up, a big teddy with a note, “Hold only in my absence, I don’t want to get jealous of a stuffed bear,” and a necklace.

She quickly signed the delivery check, and the delivery person left, while one of the helpers helped her get the gifts inside.

“This is so, so, wonderful. My mascara is really getting threatened right now.”

“I’m so glad you like it.”

“Ok want you to get your gift too. Send me your address and– well.” She said, shutting the door.

“In a moment. I’m giddy with excitement.”

“Awwn, such a good boy.”

“Ahhhhh, Ivy. You are really tempting me to fly down there, leave all this work and let the consequences be damned.”

“You had me agreeing till ‘consequences’… Don’t worry. Evening plans sounds just perfect. Take care, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Don’t forget the address.”

“Sent.”

Ding.

“Bye.”

Quickly, she started making the order.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

It would take about six hours to get her gift delivered to Chris, also, it was more expensive because of the season and the fact that they would have to pick the gift up from her doorstep.

Very pricey in fact.

But she was unfazed.

By the power of her mysterious husband’s black card, no price could stand in her way.

***

After taking the pictures and sending them to Chris, her dad’s call came in.

“Hello Sweetheart. Happy Valentine in arrears. Was busy all yesterday.”

Yes. Ubia was many hours faster.

“Hello, Pa. It’s just the morning of Valentine’s day over here. How was it?”

He proceeded to talk about how wonderful their valentine had been while her mother, somewhere along the line started talking about how if she had someone in her life, she wouldn’t be so lonely on valentine.

Her mother’s obsession with finding her a husband was starting to become really laughable.

They ended the call, thanking her about how their day had gone.

Ivy was her parents’ private date planner.

They were allowing her to live on them, so yeah, she was getting generously paid.

There was no better job than this.

Ivy spent the whole morning, reading a book.

She really wasn’t in the mood to go out, so in the afternoon, she just watched Romcom, her eyes darting to the wall clock everytime.

Time was really slow today.

Why was the clock going so damn slow today?!

Then suddenly, it was 5:15pm.

Her phone dinged and she quickly picked it up.

It wasn’t Chris as she had expected though, but Elsa.

She had sent pictures of her and the Butler training.

With a text below.

‘Combat for Valentine.’

Ivy chuckled, replying with,

‘#couplegoals.’

Elsa’s reply was instant.

‘That is the wrong hashtag. This is a student teacher relationship.’

‘Doesn’t mean couple goals can’t be brought out of it. Besides, I see no minors here.’

‘You are not a very good cupid. You ship me with everybody.’ she sent a laughing emoji. ‘Well, it’s my turn to relax. Goodnight, Princess.’

‘Goodnight you. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.’

‘Knowing you, Ivy, no.’

After that, she ate and she found herself on the couch again. She was waiting for Chris’s call, and somewhere along the line, she started dozing off.

Till the ringing of her phone, snapped her awake.

It was Chris but what he said was the exact thing she had been dreading to hear.