"You made her cry?" Christopher's voice boomed throughout the realm as he threw the nearest object at Dax, which happened to be Charlotte's favorite.
Dax ducked on time and the vase fell behind him, shattering into many hundreds and thousands of tiny pieces.
"You broke my vase?!" Charlotte's eyes shone with fury after she turned back and strode off.
"I will get back to you," Cristopher threatened Dax before following his maddened wife, "Honey, I'm so sorry. I will buy you a new one."
"GET LOST!" a door banged making Dax cringe.
"Honey, please open the door," Cristopher pleaded before whispering, "what are you teaching the children?"
"How to be a good husband." Charlotte replied mockingly.
"Am I not a good husband," Christopher cried blood and their banter continued.
Back on Earth, Darius spent an entire day observing Ivy and tasting the weird delicacies humans enjoy.
Dominic had accompanied him and spent some time in the gym mocking humans in his head for being weak to only be lifting such low weights.
The next day, Ivy got ready to jog as usual and hit the streets hoping not to meet the jerk amber eyed guy.
It was just a couple minutes since she started jogging when she got company of the most captivating man she had ever seen.
Running side by side with him, she got lost in her fairytale where she and her devil were in love with each other and could see nothing but one another. Everything else but the two ceased to exist the moment their eyes locked when suddenly she felt a pull and bumped into something.
She looked up to meet those sparkling blue eyes in real which her eyes were about to meet in her fairytale world. 'My devil,' she whispered to herself in her mind.
"You must look where you're running," his deep, mesmerizing, siren-like voice broke her chain of thoughts.
"Huh?"
"You were almost runover by the car there."
She turned her head to look at the direction he tilted his head towards to see that she, in fact, almost lost her life.
"Will do, my devil. *Cough cough* I mean, thanks. I will be careful in the future…"
Only then did she realize how close they were. Her hands were on his chest holding his t-shirt tightly in fists and she was tilted a bit to the back and him towards her. Their faces where a couple inches apart and his arms around her. One was around her waist and the other supporting her back.
While realizing this, she noticed the tiny smirk on his lips and before she could lose her mind again, she backed away.
"Thank you. I'm Ivy." She extended her hand forward.
"Pleasure to meet you, princess. I'm Darius." He took her hand in his big, warm palm only to bring it further up, to his lips and leave a peck on the back of her hand.
Heat crept up Ivy's cheeks as it was her first time being kissed by a man, even if it was just her hand.
Her hand still in his, he asked, "would you like to have breakfast with me?"
"Uh… I am getting late already; I have to go. It was a pleasure to meet you too."
She smiled as she pulled her hand from his, instantly missing his warmth but controlled the urge to hold his hand back.
With another smile, she jogged back to her apartment on the 17th floor of the building.
Reaching her apartment, she opened the door and walked in leaving the door open only to move her fingers in the direction she wanted the door to move. The door closed with the movement of her fingers while she held a nonchalant look on her face.
*Ivy's POV*
I was 8 when I first moved an object with just my mind. It scared the hell out of me yet I was curious and excited, too. I tested it out and asked my brother too but he said he couldn't.
I never told him I could do it and said I was curious about those supernatural movies I watch.
I started thinking I was a witch and tried spells but none worked. 'It was either the spells are wrong or I am not a witch,' my 8-year-old self-thought. I laugh remembering my childishness. I still think so, even now, though.
There are more things I can do like teleport short distances or read some minds, though these happens rarely. Another thing I can control is feeling the emotions of the person I want. I do that often, it's fun even after 15 years.
I laugh again heading to the bathroom.
'But you also don't belong here,' a part of me whispered on the way, 'isn't that why you moved out the moment you got a chance and like being alone.' I simply don't belong. I wonder if there is someone like me out there. I let out a sigh as I reached opened the door.
At least I didn't meet the amber douchebag.
*End of POV*
She headed to bathroom and got into the shower. It was a long shower, not warm but not cold either. Something she was habituated to.
She got dressed wearing a black denim jumpsuit with a white t-shirt inside. She wore earrings tops which was her style and a pair of 3.5-inch stilettos.
Heading out only with her phone in hand, she got into her red stallion jeep and hit the busy roads. Stopping in front of a huge building, which she owned surprisingly, she walked in after handing the keys to her personal and only valet there.
Numerous workers inside greeted her 'good morning' or just gave slight smile and nod her way with respect shining through their eyes.
Just as she reached the lift and was about to enter, she heard someone yell 'ma'am.' Turning over, she saw a woman walking to her with hurried steps and she tried her best to hide her annoyance on the interruption.
"What?" she asked once the young lady reached her.
"I am sorry ma'am. This young lady here was just on her way out." Another voice cut in.
"No-"
"Would you like me to call the guards on you?" the third person interrupted the young lady, who was on the verge of tears after hearing her statement.
"You may leave Sara," Ivy told the third person, who had interrupted the young lady.
She turned to look at the young lady who was wearing yoga pants with a crop top and a jacket tied around her waist. Though her belly was bulging slightly, she still wasn't near fat.
Looking her up and down once again she began, "Let's talk upstairs."
In the elevator, Ivy pressed the floor number 17 and looked straight ahead. The building originally had 22 floors but now has 23.
The young lady's expression was filled with anxiousness. Once they reached the 17th floor, the young lady looked around as she followed Ivy to the right door.
The 17th floor was divided into two; the left door opened to a studio house which was for the days when Ivy had more work while the other was her office.
It was very well decorated yet there was no one.
There was a waiting area with comfy and huge couches and also a television which was currently switched off near the glass wall. On the opposite was a wall with a platform having a microwave and coffee maker. Once the platform ended, the was a mini fridge which surely didn't look mini to begin with.