Chris returned to his room, a displeased look on his face.
There were always matters arising of the House that he had to attend to.
Being a leader was tiring.
He swiped his card across the door and it opened with a ding.
As he had suspected, his one night stand was gone. He checked his drawers only to see that his gold wristwatch was still there.
She didn't take it?
But why didn't she?
Most of the woman he had brought up to his apartment had always stolen something from him.
It was his way to trap them. He would always leave something of value at different places, and when they take it, he would track them down and have them do whatever bidding he planned.
He shut the drawers.
Then someone stepped in and he looked up to see that it was his best friend.
"She is gone?" Jett asked, unlike Chris, he was already dressed in his black suit.
"What do you think?"
Jett smiled. "I was hoping to catch her, considering the fact that she had also boldy shown interest in me yesterday night."
"Because she thought I didn't want her." Chris stated flatly and Jett shrugged, then he stepped forward putting his suit by the side of the bed.
"Get ready, they are waiting."
Chris fell to the bed, sighing, then he stood up abruptly.
"I must find her."
"What?! She took something form you? She hadn't seemed like the type."
"Then just leave her alone. She didn't take anything from you, she doesn't deserve to be punished. Focus on the wedding instead, you know how important it is to all the Houses, to all of us."
Chris chuckled, then added sarcastically. "Of course, the Houses. I keep forgetting that."
Jett shook his head and smiled.
"Just hurry up, okay?" With that, he left.
Chris picked up the suit, a small smile on his face as he looked out through the window.
From up here, he could see almost everything.
Then, he looked down, some distance close to the club.
There was a black car packed some distance away from the club, a man was outside the car, a phone pressed to his ears as he looked around in observation, like as if he was searching for someone.
Chris shook his head.
These types of scenes were endless here.
Anyways that was none of his business, his only business right now was the wedding.
And oh, how he wished it wasn't.
The walk down the aisle felt like the longest moments of Ivy's life, it dragged on and on till she finally got to the alter.
While she did her walk, she had tried to look at both sides to find her parents but the church was huge and there were too many people.
Ivy took solace in the fact that her dress was amazing, her make up was flawless and the church was quite glamorous.
Whoseover her groom was, he was bathing in money.
She had noticed though that not a single member of the crowd had a smile on their faces.
She couldn't blame them, maybe they already knew the reason for the wedding.
Maybe someone here, in the crowd, was a jealous ex, overprotective family or worse, a crazy ex wife!
She wouldn't even know.
This 'rich groom' of hers better have enough bodyguards to protect her from all of those. Running on heels, while avoiding bullets and sharp knives didn't really form a good picture in her mind, nor one that she was keen on recreating.
Anyways, she was finally at the alter and all she had to say was 'I do'.
Well, if she would be getting married to all these wealth, then maybe getting married wasn't so bad after all. Whoseover he turned out to be, she would use the money as a compensation.
As long as he wasn't a old grandpa.
That was when she noticed something though.
Where was the groom?
Where the groom should be standing, there was no one there.
The man with the scar on his face, Girald? That should be his name. That annoying woman had referred to him as Girald, so he should be Girald.
Girald and some other suited fellows that were behind him, came up to the alter.
Was her groom Girald?
She chuckled in her head.
Girald said something to the priest and he nodded.
Then Girald stepped away, bringing back with him, a laptop.
The Priest cleared his throat. "The groom is here, let the ceremony begin."
Groom where? Groom who? What Groom?!
Ivy squinted her eyes to see who the groom was but the screen of the laptop was just an automatic plain profile image.
This was absolutely ridiculous!
Was her groom trying to get married through a call?!
And not just that, a voice call!
What type of wedding was this?!
No one objected against this method of marriage, not even the crowd or the bald priest who was too focus on getting this wedding moving.She heard no murmurings of any sort. Was this normal? She really should have spoken to her father about the type of groom she was about to get married to instead of walking out on him, going to a club and having a one night stand.A One Night Stand!She smirked slightly underneath her veil. The one night stand was not that bad though, so she didn't regret it too much. "I do." She heard a deep and authoritative voice from the laptop, snapping her back to reality and her smirk disappeared.The Priest said out loud the vows to her, they sounded a little different but the state her mind was in, didn't let her fully process the words. Instead she replied, "I do."Instead of the ring exchange, Ivy was headed a goblet. Seriously?She eyed it suspiciously before giving the priest a weary look. He looked at her, almost annoyed at the oblivion she was t
At that moment, Girald busted in, looking a little tense for the first time."Hellooo?" She threw her free hand in the air dramatically, gesturing to her half naked state. "Knock kno--" "You are not Viky Laridga." He stated flatly, his eyes brewing with anger."Obvio--.""Cease her."Bodyguards immediately rushed in, snatching the phone away from her while trapping her hand painfully behind her back."What is the meaning of this?! Do you know who I am?! My lawyers will be seeing your lawyers in court because of this!""Exactly." Girald took a step forward. "Who are you?""Ivy Romina Rominnez." She answered threateningly, a bit of sassiness in her tone. "Search it up.""Wrong answer." "W-what?!"Girald titled his blad head to a side, signalling to the bodyguards who still had her confined in their painful grips. Next thing she knew, a mask was thrown over her head, they dragged her out of the room, down the stairs, into another room. By the time they pulled the mask off, she was sta
"Master, I---"The voice of another person rambling for her life, then a bang of a gun interrupted him."I'm too busy for any situation going on over there right now." There was a ding from the laptop, signifying the arrival of a mail."Fix it."The line went dead and immediately Girald turned to her, walking intently with the laptop in his hand.Ivy started scurrying away, almost falling from the chair."I won't press charges, I already said I wouldn't. There will be a peaceful annulment, I won't ask for anything, I swear. Please don't kill me."Unlike before, she wasn't worried about her face. The cut on her neck still hurt terribly, and she didn't want to imagine how badly it would hurt, if he decided to carve a larger cut."I will not kill you." He sat down on a chair in front of her. "Yet." He added and she gulped."Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it. Just let me go.""Desperate? Good." He turned the laptop towards her so that she was staring at the screen. "The Master has s
Just like that, they were in front of her masion. She hadn't given Colin her address or anything, but he had dropped her off right in front of her mansion, and now she was walking into the large gates. Honestly, after seeing the Villa, she really didn't think big and the house she lived in, could be rightly used in the same sentence anymore. Why? Well, she had seen bigger. "Romito--" she heard her mother call out to her, well she half ran half walked. Her mother welcomed her home with open arms and just as Girald had said, she was right in time for lunch and hopefully, her father would be able to take get his usual 6pm nap. She didn't spend too much time with her parents though, she quickly excused herself and went up to her room. Giving an excuse that the meetings had been tedious and she needed all the rest in the world. Her mother had not suspected anything and if her father had, his mouth stuffed with food didn't let him say anything about it. Once the door was closed
A large warm hand slidding down her thigh, lower and lower, pushing her baby blue silky nightgown slowly off her.Her fists tightened around the sheets as she threw her head back in pleasure, her eyes shut tight, toes curling, sweat glittering across her forehead despite the open window and the heavy rainy and the wind that threw her red curtains up.She could feel the warm breath of someone across her bare neck, the warm hard on her inner thigh, now griping a little tighter. She arched her back, wanting desperately to shove herself into whoseover that was.She could feel the cold lips, plant lingering kisses along the crook of her neck.A low moan slide out of her mouth as she felt pointed teeth graze her ear lobe, her breathing became rasp,desire lit through her veins.Then she saw the farmiliar face, the same face she had seen yesterday night - Handsome man?He looked just as breathtaking as she remembered.She let go of the sheets, reaching out to his bare chest, only to be stopp
Duck!This mustn't be happening right now. She saw them approaching quickly but she knew she was not ready to face Handso--Chris or even the situation that her and her best friend might just have fancied the same man!"Hi, umh, where is the exit?"The waiter immediately eyed her table, seeing the wine and wondering if she was trying to run from 'a bill gone wrong' situation. "I don't know if this is right but I have to get out of here fast." Ivy flipped opened her purse and handed her some bills. "For the wine. So now, where is the exit?"The waiter eyes lit up immediately. "Ex situation." He mumbled underneath her breath. "Quickly, it's around here."He said, leading her outside in no time. She played along, telling him how her non existent ex had some stalker tendencies and temper issues. Non existent because Ivy wasn't one to believe that there was anything such as an ex. A man could either be yours or not, it didn't matter if he was in the past.So no one was her ex and she w
"You won't believe what happened on my way here. So many chocolates and flowers are still in the car but--" she paused, giving her a one over, "A receptionist?! Are you kidding m--Chris!"She flung her arms around him and he held her in a warm embrace."Hello, Amryelsa."Ivy's eyes widened at that.He calls her full name?! Wow! A lot of wows.These two must really be an item and if not, then they were probably really close to it by a few steps. Ivy felt like an absolute unneeded piece in this lovey-dovey moment.Could she just disappear?"What are you doing here? I thought you said you had a meeting." Elsa said, sounding the most caring and careful that Ivy had every heard her sound before. That meant that she cared about how he viewed her and Elsa had never really given a damn about that before. Once again, could she just disappear?"I just finished the meeting." He guestutered over to the table some distance away. "I was just standing here to make a reservation for tomorrow. Matt
Christopher had taken the 'see you around' promise really seriously.He had meetings in the restaurant everyday! Plus a dinner or Lunch with Elsa here and there.She was stuck with having to see him everyday, his gaze doing things to her, her wet dreams about him increasing just as the nightmares about her mysterious groom.It was all overwhelming, which was why she took a day off.Her father had been a little worried, and he had chipped in a question or two about her state of health, while intently observing the bags underneath her eyes and her back-breaking, neck-snapping posture on the sofa."Are you sure you are okay? I've been observing you. I'm glad that you are becoming more responsible but--""I'm good, Pa."His hand tightened around his briefcase."Are you entirely--""Romito is fine. Will you stop worrying for nothing?" Her mother stepped into the sitting room in her loose blue shirt and black baggy pants, flats, and her branded handbag.She could be a century old and she wo