Chapter 8 - Handsome Man Is Everywhere
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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 stopped by a deafening bang of a g*n.
She looked to her side only to see an open laptop, with that same automatic profile display, and a painfully farmilar voice booming from it.
Suddenly, she wasn't in bed anymore but with Girald, chained to the walls with a knife to her neck.
Her heart started racing with fear and terror.
No this again.
Not. This. Again.
She heard the earsplitting bang of the g*n again and she jumped.
Sitting up immediately, looking around in fear only to see her dark room, hear the thunder clapping loudly outside and the curtains flapping high in the air.
It was just a nightmare and it was raining.
That's it!
She had better make time to see her therapist this week or these dreams would finally end her for good.
She closed the windows, said a prayer and went back to bed.
Then she remembered the dream she had about Handsome man and Elsa's warning rang in her head.
"Unhealthy, unhealthy."
Elsa was right, it was unhealthy to keep thinking of him like this.
Besides she would never meet him again and he was just a night stand. It should end there!
Nkt proceeding to her having wet dreams about him.
The moment she closed her eyes, his face flashed before her eyes again.
She growled, throwing her pillow across the room in anger and frustration.
"Will you stop flashing in my mind and let me sleep in peace!"
***
Just like that, a week had passed.
Elsa had been visiting the club a lot lately, saying that she was meeting with her wealthy greek god, Christopher.
"Young, wealthy and sexy." She had counter on her fingers. "They are rare to find. I was told, there are only five left on earth. Yesterday, one got married, another got engaged. Three left." She had raised three fingers up for emphasis. "Wouldn't want to take my chances and risk letting this go."
That and many more, were always her excuses of meeting up with someone that although Ivy was now convinced he wasn't a serial killer, still she wasn't entirely convinced he was safe to be hanging around with.
"Come with me today, your Royal Highness. I'm sure the King and Queen will not stop you, not after you save their asses from the abyss of shame." She would say with a giggle.
"No, I'm really tired tonight." That and other lies were the excuse Ivy would give to stay behind.
"But you might just get a chance to meet Handsome Man again. Rumours said, he is part of those five left on earth."
Ivy would roll her eyes and act like she was entirely unbothered.
But she was, she truly was.
Her wet dreams about Handsome Man had not stop since that night. Every night she would dream of the night she spent with him over and over again, the way he had held her and the things he had made her feel like it was all happening again.
It was just as Elsa had warned her, it was unhealthy but she just couldn't stop herself no matter how much she tried.
So, indeed, she wanted so much to see him again, despite how unhealthy Elsa had said it was.
"You never go out these days! You're now such a wet blanket!" Elsa would say grumpily while pouring them a glass of wine which Ivy will willing take from her because if there was something she wanted so badly asides getting Handsome Man, then it was to get drunk and forget her wedding day.
Yep! The very one no one knew about!
Just like her wet dreams, her nightmare was just as consistent.
Her horrors of her wedding day, the bang of the g*n and the conditions that were given to her at knife point. She still had that contract hidden away somewhere nobody could find it.
Sometimes, even her couldn't find it.
Yeah, she kept it that safe.
The memories of that day would come like a nightmare, crashing whatever dreams of pleasure she was having with Handsome Man.
That had been the reason her outings had reduced drastically. She believed they were watching her every move, and she wanted to stay hidden as much as she could. The fact that she couldn't tell anyone was also affecting her, so she picked hiding as her coping mechanism.
"Don't talk about me, let's talk about you and Christopher."
"Oh, Chris." Elsa would swing the wine glass, her eyes dreamy. "Do you know that he is a great dancer, he lifted me on the dance floor." She would giggle and talk on and on about his body, his wealth, his body again, then how he always paid for her expensive orders all while taking guesses at his age.
"Probably 25." She would say then continue.
From what Ivy had gathered, they had done a lot of things together but she hadn't come around to laying him yet. If she had, she was sure Elsa would have talked her ears off about it while giving graphic details.
Unlike Ivy, Elsa wasn't shy at all when it came to things like that.
"Someone so young, sexy and wealthy. He must be mine." She would say with determined yet dreamy eyes.
"You are in love with him?"
"You mean his wealth and bodyyy." She would thrown her hands up dramatically. "Yesssss!"
And after that they would talk of other things.
It had been two weeks now and Ivy had mastered the patterns of destroying Elsa's forceful offers of getting her to the club.
For more than fourteen days, she had been saved then today happened.
Her birthday.
Although Ivy had convinced her parents not to throw a big party for her, and they had unwilling agreed since it ditched her Mother's secret plan of finding her potential matches and her father had to settle for a cake with one candle and a birthday song at 12 o'clock.
She hadn't been successful with Elsa.
"Big 22, Princess! We must celebrate it. We have reasons to because by some miracle, you are still in the market to land yourself a rich greek god, if you follow my advice." She winked.
"I'll--"
"It is a dinner at Glassic..."
That was one of the most expensive rexturant in town. She had been there before and the restaurant had every damn right to be as expensive as it was.
Knowing that fighting against what Elsa wanted will lead to no where, they had gone to the restaurant together.
It wasn't until she got there that she realized that she made reservations for four.
Four!
"We are expecting two more people?" She asked as she took her seat. Too bothered to appreciate the large see through glass wall right intb
"Yes. I was serious about landing you a greek god, you know. History mustn't repeat itself."
"You mean your Chris is coming?"
"Yes, my Chris and his friend." She smiled. "They are both totally handsomeee."
Before she could even say anything further, Elsa's phone started ringing.
She stood up immediately with a smile. "They are here. I'll be back."
She said, then left.
While she sat there wondering about what next to do. She turned around just in time to see Elsa pulling someone into a rather tight embrace, like as she was about to dissolve right into him, while she simply waved at the one.
The one she hugged must be the Chris she hadn't ceased talking about.
He was handsome honestly, just that she couldn't see his face.
Something about his friend looked familiar though.
Where had she--
Her thoughts screeched to an halt immediately.
Waiiit a second.
Chris was Handsome Man?!
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