Dangerously Yours Till Eternity

There were only a few places that Ivy would step into and consider expensive.

Glam Shopping Mall was one of those few.

The whole design of this place screamed exorbitant, even the air smelt sweetly pricy. Breathing too much of it in, might reflect on her bank account in a way that she wouldn’t like.

Small breaths in.

Small breaths out.

One could never be too careful.

She laughed in her head at that. That was certainly a bit of an exaggeration but although this place demanded a lot of money but that was alright, they only sold the best anyways.

Ivy couldn’t remember the last time she had been here. It had been a while… a really long while.

In fact, the only reason she had decided to shop here today was because she loved Chris… also because she wasn’t the one making most of the money she spent, but that was a reason for many of her expenses anyways, so the real reason she was taking it up a notch today was because she was in love.

The guards that greeted her at the door were welcoming.

She wondered why Chris hadn’t taken her to a place like this yet, not a shopping mall but somewhere grand and expensive.

Her vacation to Small Paradise popped into her mind but she couldn’t help but feel that there was still something missing. She just hadn’t been consistently getting the wealthy multimillionaire vibes that she got from most of those crazy rich novels, from him.

Chris was just too humble.

She liked it, but sometimes she wished he wasn’t. It would be such a nice thing to be spoilt in an unrestrictive way. Maybe she would do it sometime in future when she started making her own billions, if by then Chris hadn’t influenced her to think about money the way he does. Also with how dependant she was, there was a possibility of that time being far in future, so that could most likely happen.

The receptionist welcomed her, just as kindly as the guards earlier, and the lady who was already by her side requesting to hold her bag for her.

Look at them, all after her money. She mentally chuckled again as she responded to them sweetly.

Nah, they were just nice.

The music was serene and in no time she was making her way to a aisle that caught her attention.

There was nothing for her here, only male’s clothing.

Once she was done, she would get herself ice cream and do whatever her mood would tell her to do next.

“What about this?” The woman by the aisle pulled out a piece of suit, then went into detail about the fabric, the texture and anything else to ensure she saw the value of the orange suit.

Ivy didn’t bother checking the price tag, she had saved up for a weeks, she could handle it.

“And this?”

A brown suit.

She shook her head again, just not feeling it.

Ivy had never really seen Chris in a suit, he was always wearing jackets and T-shirts and she was hoping he would like this one. Also, she believed men in suit were really sexy. Chris was sexy already, now imagine if he was wearing a suit.

Sexy overload.

And that was why she had taken the pain of collecting all his measurements for today.

She would be picking the perfect piece.

“What about–”

Ivy’s mind roamed somewhere else at the woman’s mention of another suit that wasn’t just catching her attention. Then her gaze landed on a fine grey suit by the cashier’s counter, it was almost like as if she hadn’t seen that shade of grey in her life.

It wasn’t until she got there that she realized that there was a man in a suit right in front of the counter, and the cashier’s seat was empty.

He must be a customer waiting to be attended to and certainly the future owner of this exquisite piece of suit.

She would have to ask him then, hopefully she would be able to get his attention, although the ear plugs he had on promised otherwise.

“Hi, Mr—”

Without paying her any attention, he lifted up his hand, covered in leather gloves, to show her the green gem ring around his ring finger.

“Married.” He said curtly.

She was stunned for a moment before she had a quick recovery.

“I— I— wasn’t trying to hit on you. I just wanted to ask you about this suit and–C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

He turned a little to her, casting her a quick irritated glance before looking away.

Next thing she knew, he was writing her a cheque.

“I don’t want you in my bed, ma’am.”

Her head rang bells. She was too stunned to notice the fashion adviser that had come after her and was now trying hard to politely call her attention.

“What?!”

“Take this cheaque and kindly get lost.” He slid to cheque on the counter, over to her, casually tucking back his pen into his suit’s pocket square. “That should be more than enough to buy you a man of your standard, this one is far above it and he is already taken.”

Wo-ho-ho!

So he thought because he was suited up, had some weird black curly low cut, and a ring on his finger, he was some hot shot and every lady wanted to jump into his bed?

He wasn’t even her type. Overly huge and unnecessarily tall, with ice cold black eyes and a facial expression as hard as rock.

So bland.

Also, who wears leather gloves these days? He was most likely a criminal.

Crimes didn’t attract her. She hated unnecessary trouble.

And to think that he must think himself a hunk.

It was a favour to the world that he was taken. Her only pity was for the woman that took him.

She scoffed loud enough for him to hear.

He was nothing compared to her Christopher.

Trying to compare both of them should be a crime, because her Christopher was literally all the hunkiness that would ever exist in the world.

He sighed, taking out his cheque book again.

“For an absolute stranger, you are proving a bit pesky.” He slid the next cheque to her, tucking back his pen as he had done before. “Now get lost. Respectfully.”

Oh-oh-oh.

Someone had better stop her right now, or she would ending up in jail for murder.

Her hands flew over the counter quickly. She picked up the cheque, ripping it to shreds and throwing it up his face. She didn’t stop there, her fingers went straight across his face in a resounding slap.