Dangerously Yours Till Eternity

Rise and shine, it was a new day!

First off, she had to be glad that she was alive, her face still as flawless, her hair still as purple and her body without an alter by guns and knives.

Time for a follow up call while she told them different excuses as to why she was strangely ringing them up and texting them.

She couldn’t possibly tell them that she might had crossed the path of a dangerous criminal who might be out to get them because of her.

Nah.

That was only going to make things worse.

First person she called was her dad and when her mum was the one to pick it up, she knew they were busy. It was probably late at night in Ubia.

“Yeah, Maxwell is a little under the weather. You know how your Pa gets sometimes.”

But her Father wasn’t ready to be made out like a sick log over the phone, so he spoke up.

“Luisa, is that my sweetheart?”

“Yes, it’s our Romito.”

“I want to talk to her.”

“You are sick.”

“Come on, honey.”

Her dad spoke to her on the phone after that, she found out he just had a light fever and he would be fine.

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Her Father didn’t suspect anything though, it was nothing new for her to ring him endlessly.

The next person was Elsa. She was training yet again with Koel.

Christopher hadn’t picked up but before she could be worried, he left a voice message that he had something urgent to attend to, something about his brother. He promised to call back at night and help her with their training. Also telling her that he was holding up quite alright with WineRed.

Christopher was the sweetest…. And ahhhh, she missed him.

So much.

Jett had replied her email almost immediately.

‘Vanilla, my favorite ice cream flavor. You’re acting suspicious, Yours Girl.  If you have any problem, please ring Chris. I’m single for a reason.

Sincerely,

Jett.’

Ivy rolled her eyes.

He was single for a reason alright.

What was up with his attachment to emails? She wondered how old he was and chuckled.

She probably shouldn’t.

The next call she made however was the one she wished she had blocked her ears for.

“Good morning, Aunty Halma I—”

“Fucccck, yes, Pablo!”

Ivy froze, willing her entire body to take the phone off her ear and moved it far away from her.

“I’ll never leave you. I’ll ne.. ver leave you, PABLO!”

“Ah… my sweet Peperenpe! By the time I’m done with you, you won’t want those little boys anymore, ah.” That was Uncle Pablo, her husband.

“Oh, my goodness, I’m so sorry.” The words finally tumbled out of her mouth.

“Wait… don’t hang up…. Ivy dear— tell me, what is it? Why are you— hmm– talk.”

“I just wanted to—”

“Fuck, just a little lower. Little lower. Slower. Lick it. Yesssss.”

She ended the call in a flash. Her eyes were filled with horror as she tossed the small device far away on her dressing table, the screen brightening and dimming as Aunt Alice call came in again.

There was no way she was going to answer that call. For what she had already heard, holy water was urgently needed.

In fact, she needed a whole submerging into holy water to cleanse it all.

With that thought in her mind, she rushed to the bathroom to take her delayed bath.

***

“Happy Valentine, my love” Ivy said, pushing back in her chair.

She had come to work today, as she had been doing for the past four days. Honestly, it was such a good thing to have a position that was made specially for you. Breaks could be taken at anytime and work could be done at anytime too.

No questions asked.

“In advance, of course.”

“Does that even exist?” Chris asked, chuckling softly.

“Well, it does from now on.” Her brows knitted as she packed up her laptop and put it safely away. “You are calling and you are always busy at this times like this. Am I in for a surprise?”

“Yes. I’m in the restaurant.”

Her heart raced, and she stood up immediately, brushing her hand over her black slightly above the kneel skirt.

“Really? I’m coming now!”

In no time, she was out then, she was bringing him, locking the door behind him.

Oh, she had missed him, his face, his scent, his everything.

Chris was in a blue T-shirt, and a pair of black pants.

He would really like her gift on Valentine.

Her hands wrapped around him and she looked up at his sexy brown eyes.

“I’ve missed you. I wish I could become your work so you would have as much time for me, as you do it, nowadays.”

“My work gives me headache. I love you like this.”

She missed a lot about him, she missed the sex and him feeding from her. Most especially him feeding from her.

She stared at his lips longingly and he sealed his them again hers in a kiss, she quickly opened her mouth to him, savoring the taste of lips.

She needed more than just a kiss.

Quickly she was pushing him against her almost empty neatly arranged table, her hands holding his shoulder in tight grip while she stood between his leg.

They drew apart, mostly for Ivy’s benefit, for her to catch her breath.

His lips were cold against her neck in no time, and she flinched slightly before she pressed that part of her skin further against his lips, waiting for his fangs to sink into her, once again forgetting the pain that came with that, remembering and wanting only the pleasure it brought.

She had been deprived of this for about five days now. It felt like she had been deprived of air, although the training had been helping, maybe that was why she was still even alive without him draining her blood.

The training.

Her hands drove down to his belt, her body hot, she could already feel herself going wet down there.

She definitely wasn’t thinking anymore.

“Chris?”

“Hmmm?”

“Stripe me.”