Dangerously Yours Till Eternity

Gasps all around her.

“You are such an ass!”

His hand grazed lightly over the side of his face her hand had swept across, casually running over his low black beards, before he fixed the black framed glasses he had on, that she hadn’t noticed up till now. Then his hands went lower and he fixed his black tie, not giving her a response.

What was he? Some coolheaded robot? Her hand hurt like a bitch and he didn’t even look shaken.

Violence wasn’t Ivy’s language but when it came to someone disrespecting her like this, she spoke many languages. If she had been the one offering and he had turned her down, that would be a completely difference case but he had just plain flat out insulted her for reasons that he simply assumed.

What nonsense!

“I pity the woman that has to call you husband.”

“Keep your pity.” He said, tucking his phone cleanly away into one of his suit pant pocket. His voice as calm as when he had started talking to her, just the same tone, yet it managed to sound threatening, it chilled her to her bones despite how much she tried to shrug it off with dismissiveness. “You’ll be needing it.”

“Oh my God! Ma’am, you can’t—” she could hear the Cashier approaching and she turned to him immediately.

“There you are. Finally. This gentleman’s bills right here is on me.” She said too sweetly, sarcasm dripping out of every word.

Who did he think he was? Handing her cheques like she was some girl that wanted to jump into his bed or money.

Nonsense!

She didn’t even want to get into his bed.

Ewww.

A married man.

Another ewww for his terrible manners.

“But ma’am…” The Cashier started to say on an uneasy note but she raised a dismissive hand up in the air, as she looked around for her bag. He didn’t shut up though, she could hear him apologizing ceaselessly to the annoying man beside her, even the woman that had rushed back to give her bag to her was apologizing.

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Look who was using ‘pity’ power now.

Anyways she didn’t need pity, she had power and she would show him.

She searched through her purse and her fingers clicked around her card. She smiled, pulling it out and dropping it on the counter.

“Put the–” she paused and tsked. “Wait, I need this suit in—”

“I got it right here, ma’am.” The lady next to her already had the suit she had come here for in Chris’s measurement. She had been the one advising her on the suit to pick earlier so she knew the measurements Ivy was working with.

“Good.” Then she stretched her hand to the counter. It wasn’t until the cashier had collected the card from her did she realized that the card wasn’t hers.

It was the black card Girald had given her, the day of her contract.

She looked up at the screen on the monitor in front of her and her stomach turned in a not so pleasant way.

That price was far more than she had saved for. In fact, she was wondering if the black card had up to that.

It suddenly felt like the moment was stretching far too long.

The man had only gotten there suits, she, on the other hand had gotten, one and with every number added to the screen, Ivy felt her kneels go weak from this potential debt.

How could a pair of suits cost this much?

Goodness!

She might have to call her Pa but then there was no way her Pa would foot this bill without her Ma’s knowledge. She would know she was getting a suit for a man, take it that she was in a serious relationship and boom, a wedding for sure.

She really didn’t want her parents finding out anything yet.

Now that she noticed, the man hadn’t put up a fight to having his bill paid for him as the power move she had thought it would be. Or was this a plan? What if he was a con man and this was how he tricked people to pay for his expenses. By pissing them off!

Fuck! She was screwed.

She heard the ding and the relief that rushed through her was immerse, but by the time she looked around to give the annoying man a look of victory, he was already stepping out, some bodyguards by his side as he stepped out.

Maybe he wasn’t a con man.

Nah, he must just be really good at his scam business.

Right now, she had other things to worry about.

“Thank you for shopping with Glam! We hope to see you next time.”

***

“Keep your pity, you’ll be needing it.”

No matter how she looked at it and how many times she had tried to tell herself not to be concern about it because he was just a con artist, she couldn’t help but be worried, not about the potential that he had successfully scammed her of her money– her contract husband’s money, but that he might have the capability to hurt her for her slap.

What if he was as powerful as he put himself forward.

Then again, there was the black card.

What if she had exceeded the limit from the card— no, if they didn’t want her touching that kind of money, then it wouldn’t have been available for her to dispense in the first place.

The cold eyes of the man she had met at Glam keeping on flashing in her mind again.

His calmness was really baffling.

She felt hot from fear and even the AC in the car wasn’t helping.

She sighed, pushing the gift bag away a little and grabbing her phone, deliberating on whether she should call her love ones to check on them or not.

‘You are just being paranoid, Ivy. Calm down.’

But it wasn’t easy to calm down.

Well, her parents were definitely going to stay in Ubia for a couple of months, and they might not be dropping by so often this time around. The company’s extension at CarDavo was doing pretty well. It was a slow start but it would be alright.

Elsa would definitely be training and the rest could take care of himself.

Christopher? Well, he was untouchable.

Despite all these thoughts, she still make quick calls and sent some texts. By the time she was done, they were home.

She stepped out of the car, taking her gift bag along with her.

They were all fine, they had said they were.

But somehow, she still felt like something was wrong.