Dangerously Yours Till Eternity

Pleasure.

It was all she could feel, all her dazed mind could think about.

Her silky red nightgown was all the way up her thighs, with him standing in-between her legs that were hooked by the ankles, around him. One hand was under her nightgown, caressing her arched bare back, while her fingers were driving through his already lose his messy bun.

She felt her nightgown slip down her shoulders a little, then his lips trailing kisses against the soft upper molds of her breasts.

She threw her head back in pleasure, her purple hair dangling down her back, her grip against the counter’s edge tightening, soft moans slipping through her lips.

It wasn’t until she felt his hand going up her inner thigh did she come to her senses.

What was she doing?!

Her eye lids flew open like a bold of lighting, her hands dropped from his hair and rested on his chest instead as she pushed him away from her as much as her strength could.

Seeing this, he took a step back while asking if he had done something wrong.

She got down from the counter, quickly adjusting her nightgown, her breathing ragged, while sloppily searching around for something she knew she had a while earlier.

She just couldn’t remember what that something was right now! Her brain was exactly thinking straight.

Frustrated, she gave up, then turned to leave.

He held her hand, stopping her and she responded by landing a quick slap on his lean cheek.

“You are terrible,” she gritted, facing him squarely. “You are in a relationship with my friend and you are doing all these to her.” She folded a hand in front of her, then a palm against her face in shame. “I’m even worse, I let you.”

She sighed, turning away from him then resting a hand against the counter. When she turned back to him, her face was filled with rage and disappointment, mostly disappointment in herself and rage that was directed to both of them.

“You disgusting piece of shit! You don’t deserve Elsa and I’m even worse. She’d never do this to me. I need to leave, I’m never coming back.”

“Relationship?” He called out slowly, like as if the word was foreign.

“Yes! You, cheat! I’m such a terrible friend. The penalty of what I have done should be death,” she sighed, filled with guilt as she banged her palm against her forehead repeatedly, “terrible! Terrible! Terri–”

“I’m not in a relationship with anyone,” he said, not taking his eyes off her.

She stopped then scoffed, rolling her eyes in frustrated annoyance.

“Will you stop lying? I’m talking about your Amryelsa.”

“I heard you loud and clear,” his voice was firm and his expression, tight. “Amryelsa is not mine, neither am I hers?”

Sha blinked, resting her hand against the counter once again. “What are you even saying? She said that you were together.” Then she added for explanatory emphasis, “in a relationship.”

He stared at her for a moment, leaning against the cabinet behind him in deep thinking, before he chuckled.

Ivy frowned.

Was he playing with her? Was this all a big joke to him?!

“There must have been some misunderstanding. I’m sure that isn’t what she said. You must have misinterpreted it.”

“Misinter–,” she scoffed again, now pissed than disappointed. “Are you doing this because you want your relationship to stay a secret?”

Something glinted in his eyes and she nodded.

“It is disappointing that you have to lie about it. My friend is epitome of all the great qualities in a woman and she deserves to be flaunted not hidden,” she let out a frustrated breath, then place a hand against her forehead, the memory of what she had just been doing earlier fighting against her conscience.

“I’m so disappointed in myself, how can I do this to her?” she muttered underneath her breath as she hurried to the door.

She needed to get out of here right now!

Slam!

She had walked right into him.

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How was he so fast?

Or maybe it was just her mind? It had to be because she was so occupied with running out that she hadn’t noticed him move. Besides, he had longe legs.

When she looked up at him, there was a light frown on his face.

“If I was in a relationship with someone, Ivy, I would know.”

“She said–”

“… and I said there must be some misunderstanding.”

Ivy frowned, “Elsa doesn’t lie to me.”

“I know that you have a tight relationship and that is what why I suggested that there is a misunderstanding.” He heaved a sigh, a hand running through his brown messy hair, pushing it back. “I really didn’t want to do this but when I met you again at the restaurant, you pricked my interest. I wanted us to get to know each other and I started coming to the restaurant more and more but you wouldn’t give me attention.”

This had got to be leading somewhere.

“Simce I and Amryelsa were already friends, I decided to seek her help so I could be close to you.”

Ivy folded her arms across her and looked away.

Something about this story wasn’t clicking at all.

“She agreed to help me. Many instances when we’ve crossed path, I was only there because Amryelsa said you would be there.”

He paused looking at her blank face, then he took a step forward.

“Amryelsa understands this, there is no way she could have been confused about the whole situation. So this misunderstanding must have come from you. You assumed this.”

She blinked, looking around away from him, her mind in deep thoughts.

He was too close and that illogical feeling was slowing seeping through her veins again. She tightened her folded arms across her, channeling strength into her resistance.

“I like you a lot, Ivy.”

He stepped closer, closing up the space between them, his fingers sneaking underneath her chin, raising her face to his, that was hovering right above her by a hair’s breadth.