Dangerously Yours Till Eternity

Elsa eyes widened slighty in shock.

That had unintentionally slipped.

She looked around quickly at the murmuring crowd, then her gaze landed on that one person.

“Chris!”

Chris didn’t look happy, at all. He had stopped in his tracks when he heard her say that.

“You lied to her? Amryelsa, you promised you’ll help me.”

“This is all just a misunderstanding,” she laughed nervously. “We are just playing, around. Scripts, acting and all for… a role? Right, Ivy?”

She turned to Ivy for rescue but she wasn’t having any of that.

“You lied to me. I was beating myself up for hurting you, everytime. I was working so hard to make you happy and you…” she paused, looking right at her. “You played me. You made us all your pawns and you played us.”

“I did for us. For peace. Can’t you see?”

“You lied to me, Elsa. You USED me!”

“And you KEPT SECRETS from me!” She tackled right back.

“To protect you!” She threw a hand forward, pointing it to her. “All my life I’ve always done things, deprived myself of things for you! How could you do this to me. You knew how much I wanted him, you knew everything and you used me.” Her voice dropped, hand hand crawled up to her chest.

Her heart hurt so much.

When she spoke again, her voice as weak, beaten down with emotion.

“This is selfish and cruel.”

“I wanted him too. What? I’m the bad one now?” Elsa laughed, just as hurt. She walked up to her closing the distance between them really quickly. “We are going to forget that you kissed my Chris even though you knew he was my boyfriend!” She pushed Ivy roughly to the floor and she fell with a thud.

She didn’t even make any attempt to stand up. This was just all so unbelievable.

“I’m not your boyfriend,” Chris clarified instantly.

Jett looked around him. He had successfully been able to push the crowd back but they still stayed down distance away, watching. Well he could do nothing about that. They had a right to be on the beach too.

If only these three could take their business inside then it would have been better but they all seemed to angry to come to an agreement that having the argument here was unwise.

He sighed.

This was just more work for him.

Chris would have him pull down any video or news that would sneak to the internet about this. Considering their status in the society, it would not be good for them or their business.

He turned away, typing away on his phone.Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

He had better got to work.

Elsa scoffed at the situation she had found herself in, looking around to see that many were against her, especially Chris. Her face was dropped before it flared up in rage.

“You know what? We are over!” She clapped, taking dramatic steps back. “I never want to see you or talk to you again. I’m blocking you on all social medias. You can keep him and ride his dick to eternity for all I care.” Then she turned around, shouting to the crowd. “Just so you all know, she has wet dreams about her one night stand, the very first one she had ever had in her life.”

Her gaze unintentionally landed on Chris and bit her tongue, like as realizing that she had shot herself in the leg with that statement.

But then she shrugged, looking away.

She had already dug this pit, she might as well die in it.

“Had another one night stand to get rid of it but it still didn’t work.” Then she turned to Ivy who was still on the floor, stunned beyond imagination by the display.  “Pathetic!”

After the scene she had caused, she left.

Ivy stood up immediately.

Chris reached out a hand to help her but she looked away, turning to the beach house instead without saying a word to him.

***

Ivy couldn’t return home that day. Elsa had performed a work of art on her car. She had punched the tires, broken her windscreen, her mirrors and she had, in bold hazardous paint, written the word “BITCH” on her car.

She topped all these by blocking her on all social medias. She discovered that Elsa had done this because she had tried to communicate with her, hoping that when she had blower off some steam, she would be in the right frame of mind to understand things and they would sought it all out.

They had come too far to fall out now and all because of a man.

But no, blocked she was!

Ivy didn’t talk to anyone, she wasn’t in the mood to.

She had went into the secluded movie room and stayed there, watching movies she wasn’t actually paying any attention to.

She just had so much to think about.

She picked up the remote, changing the channel, although she was still very distracted by her thoughts.

Then she finally settled on one.

They began.

She poured herself a third glass of wine and watched the big screen. Slowly, her sight became blurry with tears for the umpteenth time this evening.

“I could have sworn it was a comedy,” she heard a voice from behind her.

Chris settled next to her on the long sofa. Now consciously aware of her wet face, she wiped away her tears that had unknowingly welled up in her eyes.

“It is.”

The sound of the laughter from the big screen drifted through her ears once again and she took another sip from her wine glass.

“I’m sorry for calling you a liar.”

“It’s no biggie. I understand.”

She picked up her phone, swiping it open before she locked it back and put it down.

“Does your hand still hurt?”

“It will heal.”

There was silence between them, although it wasn’t an uncomfortable one.

“So all those gifts and flowers that you always sent to her while she had stayed with me–” she paused, her gaze fixed on the moving images on the screen although all she could see were the memories replaying in her head. “It was never you?”

“Yes.”

“How about all the dates and the pictures of both of you she sent?”

“Certainly not me. Maybe she got someone to act the part.”

“And the video call? About the time you had gone with her to an hotel?”

“Nope!” He replied sounding offended. “If there is anyone I want to lay, it is you over and over again.”

She ignored that, although her body didn’t.

“And what about the time you had disappeared. She said you went on trips together.”

He chuckled.

That sound.

She had to restrain herself from looking away from the screen and at him.

She didn’t want to be distracted in any form whatsoever.

“Those times I wasn’t having meetings in the restaurant, I was handling business. I came for the the birthday dinner because she told me that you would be there. I let her have this Beach House for the vacation because she promised she would convince you to come.”

“That is why you are always flirting with me.”

“I know what I want,” he shrugged. “And I’m glad that you weren’t avoiding me because you found me not attractive. It would have been terrible if you had.”

“Why?” This time she couldn’t help but look at him. The look in his eyes stunned.

There was a possessiveness she just couldn’t wrap her head around.

“You claimed me, remember?”