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Evanna's POV

How dare he? How dare he come here, after everything, and demand I sit here calmly to listen to his bullshit stories. Now, I'm not often that aggravated nor do I often get vulgar with my language, but when he comes into sight, into mind, I just cannot prevent myself. This man has done nothing but cause me trouble, I was an imbecile to ever marry him or fall for him. I never thought I would regret that part of my life, but after everything he has put me through, I think I have a right to regret it, to despise not only him, but myself for allowing my idiocy to overrule my better judgement. I knew that he would be trouble, my father saw it as well, I defied him to be with William, if he saw me now he would laugh, he would say 'I told you so'. I close my eyes and look away from William, no longer able to look at him without my fury burning inside of me, without the burning tears rising in my eyes. If it were not for Rex's softer side, I would be dead in a few weeks, if it were not for him, anything could have happened to me, especially when it came to this sister of mine. A sister. I am still baffled by it now. I wonder if William was aware of it…

"Look at me," William finally speaks, but I refuse to obey him. I soon feel his hand forcefully gripping my chin and forcing me to stare at him, my gaze landing on his. I hold it, challenging him. He soon pulls back, a look of shame and shock on his face, almost as if he remembered a bad memory. I must admit it reminded me of when he harmed me, when we were arguing because I wanted to leave and he forced me to look at him, he gripped me in the same way. That was only moments before the beating…I wonder if that was the memory that invaded his mind…

"I never wished for it to end up how it has, Evanna, I never wanted this,"
"When you say you never wanted this, do you mean our relationship or having me killed?" He remains silent for a moment, thinking his answer over.

"I could never regret being with you. I only regret that our relationship has ended up here,"
"I have not wanted this relationship for a long time. You know that," The expression he tried to hide from me then looked pained. I look away sighing, it is the first time I have seen him show raw emotion to me in a long time.

"I had to separate from you in order to be with my mistress, but sadly I could not simply leave you. You know what divorce would do to my position within my followers' views and that of my opposition. They would move from me. It shows a lack of stability. But if you were to die…Then I would receive sympathy and support, which leaves me at a better position within society's eyes. Surely you understand this,"
"Do you know what? No, I don't. In what world do I deserve to die just because you decide to be some cheat? Having us break up doesn't leave you at a worse position; in fact, it shouldn't affect you at all. If you are capable and a good leader, it shouldn't matter what happens in your private life. You obviously have no confidence in yourself," I accuse. He flinches slightly. That hit a nerve. I watch as he closes his fist, anger slowly making its way into his face.

"You are speaking out of line!" He hisses at me.

"And you're acting out of line!" I yell at him, a sharp stinging crossing my cheek as he slaps me. I grip my cheek, the stinging only causing further pain from the beating his mistress graced me with. I try to hold back the tears as I force myself to meet his gaze. He looks just as shocked as I feel. He soon gets up and moves away from me, my eyes flickering to the door. Why has Rex not checked on us? He must have heard me yelling or the slap, surely…

"I came here to talk with you,"
"No, you came here to talk at me. You came here to try and remove the last bit of fight I have left in me. You hit me. Just like you did before." I deadpan while shaking my head. He takes a deep breath then before turning around to look at me, his hand pulling at his tie to loosen it. He's stressed. He always does that when he's stressed.

"I came to apologise for it ending this way," He manages to murmur quietly, his expression conveying so many things. After the years of marriage to him, I can read him like a book, and he looks hurt, worried and guilty.

"Not that you care…" I mutter.

"I care more than you think," He whispers ever so quietly that I had to strain my hearing to even catch a glimpse of what he was saying. Before I could even release as much as a squeak he was gone, shutting the door quietly behind him. I look at the covers, my heart pounding. What did he mean by that? Surely he didn't mean it…I shake my head. It doesn't matter if he did mean it. I don't love him. I haven't for a while…

I hear a mumble of voices outside the door before the distinct sound of the front door shutting. Soon enough Rex pushes the door open and observes me.

"What's up with ya?" He cocks an eyebrow at me; all I do is shake my head before smiling at him.

"Nothing. He just tried to apologise for setting me up to meet death,"
"Well, it's one greetin' that won't be happenin' anytime soon," He assures me before asking me if I wanted to come watch some TV with him, but I refuse his offer by making up the excuse that I was tired. I need time to think. Too much has happened for me to think straight…

Rex's POV

After spendin' the last hour tryin' to figure out what to do for Evanna to try and cheer her up after what happened the other night with her husband, I finally come up with an idea. I grin to myself while placin' a bacon butty on a plate before carrying it into the bedroom. Upon enterin' the room I spot that Evanna is still sound asleep. I chuckle lightly while placin' the plate on the bedside table. She's gonna have to wake up right now if we are to fulfil this plan I've thought up. I perch myself on the edge of the bed, my eyes taking her in. I couldn't resist reaching out and stroking her hair lightly, a light mumble coming out of her mouth before she moves onto her back, a smile spreading across her face.

"Morning," She beams at me; I can't help but smile down at her.

"Got ya a butty," I nod to the bedside table, her gaze falling on her breakfast.

"You made it for me?" She smiles even brighter while sitting up and grabbing the plate, I couldn't help but laugh.

"I aint much of a cook, it's from the café not too far from here. Thought ya could have done with somethin' better than cereal or a cheese sandwich," I point out, making her giggle. I have never heard her giggle before, laugh, kind of, but giggling? Nah. Not like this.

"Maybe I should give you some cooking lessons. I used to have to do all of the cooking before…" She tells me, but there is no sadness in her voice. Not what I would have expected. It would seem she enjoys cooking, at least, I hope so. It'd be nice to have my own lil cook around here, someone to help with the kitchen duties. I quickly throw that thought away, scolding myself for such a domestic wish. Like heck am I gonna let her crawl into my life like that. We fuck each other, and we are gonna fuck her ex up, that is all we are and all we ever will be. She'll just be another old fuck after all this. I need to get that in my head, but when I see her smiling like this, seeing her happy, it does somethin' to me, and I really don't wanna know what.

"Are you okay? You look conflicted…" Evanna notes worriedly. Why is she gettin' all worried about me for? I aint nothin' for her to be concerned about.

"Nothin' of importance. Actually, there was somethin'. I was thinking we could, ya know, fuck," I shrug nonchalantly, Evanna blushing a deep red as she looks down embarrassed.

"You're very blunt,"
"I know. But, hey, don't worry, save it for later if ya want. I got a day planned out for us anyway,"
"A day planned out? There isn't really much we can do inside here…"
"I know, that's why we're off into the town,"
"But we can't! Everyone will recognise me as the missing woman and the-" I kiss her then, roughly moving my lips against hers. She thinks far too much.

She tries to resist at first but soon gives in as she lies back on the bed, my body covering hers as I deepen our kiss. She responds by kissing me back, her arms wrapping around my body as I slide my hand up her bare thigh. God, I should let her sleep in my shirts more often. They look good on her and it gives me more access to her gorgeous body.

"Mmm…Rex…" She moans while gliding her kisses along my neck as I hook my fingers around her panties and pull them down her legs. I desperately want to be inside of her. I pull them off before throwing them to the floor, Evanna smiling at me as she pushes my jeans and boxers down and outta the way, my cock springing up in all the excitement. My erection is painful. She soon tugs my shirt off of me as I kick my other clothing to the floor, my hands snatching my shirt off of her body where I discard it. My admiring eyes instantly bestowing her plentiful and perfect breasts. I lean down and kiss each one.

She moans lightly, but my lips soon smother her breaths of pleasure, my tongue sliding into her mouth as I line myself up with her, pushing into her deeply, causing her to arch her back as she cries out. Her nails soon dig into my back as I thrust in and out of her rapidly, my own need meeting hers as she soon rolls us over, her straddling me. She leans down and kisses me before starting to ride me, her hips moving against mine while I thrust up into her. I soon reach up and massage her breast as her breaths become rapid, her bouncing becoming more need than want. She is desperate for her release, and I am desperate for mine. But what I long for is her screaming. I want to finally hear her scream my name. She teased me about it not too long ago, and now I wish for her to live up to her teasing. I want her to scream my name while her orgasm consumes her. I soon grip her hips forcefully while thrusting up into her roughly, her bouncing in time to my thrusts until she finally screams out, her body shaking as she releases her juices all over my cock, my own seed spraying inside of her. I haven't enjoyed unprotected sex this good for a long fucking time. Thank God she's infertile.

She soon hums happily as she collapses down beside me, her right leg still hooked around my body as she cuddles into my right hand side. I wrap my arm around her. It felt like the most natural thing to do. I can hardly kick her outta the bed without hugging her, I mean, she did just help me come. She kisses my chest softly before resting her head there, all I can do is stare down at her, my eyebrows furrowed. This seems far too cosy, and the fact I like it really concerns me…

"You should probably go get a shower, get dressed. There's a bag sat near the door for ya. A disguise in a way, to hide ya identity. I wanna take ya into town, get ya some fresh air. Do ya good," I tell her while rolling on top of her, my lips brushing hers gently before I climb outta the bed and pull on my boxers. I immediately head outta the door after that with my clothes in hand, leaving her to get herself sorted.

The second I finish dressing there is a knock at the door, making me frown as I throw the door open to find Susan stood there.

"What brings ya here?" I probe suspiciously as she walks inside, me kicking the door shut before I follow her to the sofa.

"I just wanted to check on the patient. How is she?"
"She's doin' well. Back to her old self,"
"That's good to hear," Susan nods, but I sense there is something more to her sudden appearance. I sit down on the coffee table opposite her. I soon reach out and take her take-out coffee cup where I sip from it, Susan glaring at me.

"You do realise that it was my coffee?"
"Yeah, I can tell. Ya drink it too weak. This aint coffee," I pull a face and pass it back to her. It's too weak and full of sugar, I can't stand it.

"You seem far too cheerful for a morning,, you used to mope around during the mornings if I remember correctly,"
"Yeah, well, I started this morning off pretty good," Getting laid is always a good way to start ya morning, I mean, who don't wanna fuck a pretty woman before they deal with the day?

"I really didn't need to know that…" Susan looks down while blushing.

"You thought of it, I dint say ought,"
"Hmm. How long have you two been involved intimately like that for?" I think about that, trying to work it out based on what my original killing schedule should have been.

"A few weeks. Three, going on four maybe," I shrug. I haven't really been counting the days since I started fucking her. Didn't seem that important to me. It could be more than four weeks, but either way it don't matter.

"And how long have you had her in captivity for?"

"Five weeks, maybe, give or take a few days," I shrug, not seeing the relevance in this.

"Hmm…" Susan hums, making me frown at her, but before I can question her Evanna comes out of the bedroom dressed in the disguise I gave her. It aint much of one, it's just somethin' different to what she would have worn. I've managed to get her to wear a tweed skirt with a white blouse and tweed jacket. She's wearing big geek glasses and she has even adapted her make-up to the outfit. I wouldn't recognise her. I cannot help but stare at her a little longer, admiring the true beauty of her. I have always found her attractive, but I must admit I find her the more beautiful at her most natural state, even with the fading bruises on her face; then again, she's done a pretty good job at hiding them.

"Oh, are you guys going somewhere?" Susan probes; Evanna's confused gaze shootin' to me. Ah. How do I explain this to her?

"Um, yeah, a walk. You said some fresh air would be good for her after all that shit that went off," I shrug like it's no big deal and nothing to get excited about. Susan watching us suspiciously before shakin' her head. She knows she aint gonna catch me out, and she knows I aint gonna reveal the truth to her. She knows me better than that.

"Hi, I didn't really get to thank you before about…you know…tending to me after what happened," Evanna's voice becomes barely above a whisper by the end of it. I can tell somethin' is botherin' her.

"It's okay, sweetie, as long as you feel alright," Susan smiles at her gently.

"There's some food in the fridge, help ya self to whatever ya want,"

"Okay…thanks…" She nods before heading off into the kitchen, leaving Susan and me to talk.

"Okay. So what were ya getting at before?"
"Huh?" Susan frowns at me, but all I do is roll my eyes at her.

"Ya were getting at somethin' when ya asked about our fuck buddy things and how long she'd been
kept here. What the heck have ya get on ya mind?"

"I was just wondering if she had, you know, had her period," I scrunch my eyebrows at that.

"I don't like where this is going…" I murmur while leaning forward uncomfortably, a sickening feeling building in my stomach. I don't like the sound of this at all.

"It was just a thought,"

"Wait, hold up," I sit up more, thinking this through. "The day I took her, she said she had been to the doctors. Somethin' about fertility problems, maybe she doesn't have regular cycles or somethin'," I shrug, figuring that sounded very logical.

"That is a possibility. Do you know what fertility problem she has?"
"Err…" I try to rack my brain.

"Endometriosis," Susan and I instantly snap our heads in the direction of the voice, both of our eyes landing on Evanna who is leaning on the kitchen door frame. She looks hurt. I instantly get up and head over to her, but she moves passed me, showing me no acknowledgement. Fuck.

"Fucking hell!" I yell out before rushing after her. I didn't mean to upset her. I was only tryin' to throw Susan to the curb with her suspicions. I don't care if she used to be my sister-in-law; she drives me up the fuckin' wall, especially when she upsets Evanna with her fucking useless nonsense. The second I get into the bedroom I shut the door before walking over to her. She's sat on the bed, her head in her hands. I sigh while sitting down beside her, my arm wrapping around her. I aint used to havin' to comfort women, in fact, it's been a long while since I had to console a sobbing woman.

"I dint mean to upset ya,"
"I know…" She whispers, obviously trying to control herself. She blatantly don't wanna cry.

"She were just getting' a bit…ya know. Antsy. She's a nurse, she had her reasons for prying,"
"She thought I could be pregnant, right?" She looks at me, her eyes watery, but no tears have fallen just yet. I reach out and brush some of her hair behind her ear.

"Yeah…" I nod, knowin' I shouldn't lie to her.

"I can't get pregnant…" She looks down, that hurt expression consuming her again. I feel real bad for her. She seems to really wanna be a mum.

"That aint all bad, I mean, ya can have all the sex ya want without that worry,"
"And what's sex without purpose? If there is no meaning, no reason for it, then what is it?"
"It's still sex. Just look at us. We fuck like rabbits,"
"Yes, but there is meaning there for me. You make me feel confident, sexy and wanted. Things I have never felt before. There is reason for our intimate relations,"

We are on real dangerous territory here.

"Then how about you just concentrate on that feeling of being wanted? Ya can't make a child feel wanted unless you know what it feels like ya self. From what I can see, you have never felt wanted in ya whole life, so just enjoy it for now. I'm sure there are some medical shit that can help with ya child problem, but until that comes about, just enjoy ya self," I tell her, Evanna soon jumping onto my lap where she straddles me, her arms wrapped around me tightly. I hug her back, resting my chin on her shoulder. I really don't like her bein' upset, and I gotta say it really bothers me that I feel like that. There are very few people I act like this with. I mean, the whole getting' bothered by them bein' upset thing, not the sex thing. Evanna is my only fuck buddy at the moment.

"Now, are ya feelin' better? 'Cause ya pussy is awfully close to my cock and its getting' me horny," I joke, making Evanna blush deeply as she climbs off of my lap. I still can't help but think back to me fucking her this morning. She was so wet. Then again, whenever I think about when I fuck her, I think about our first time together. It was different somehow, felt very sensual.

"Thank you," She whispers to me as I grab the door handle. Without turnin' to look at her I nod and open the door, trying to work out what the heck this woman is doin' to me. The second we return Susan immediately jumps up, a sorrowful look on her face.

"I am really sorry, Evanna, for upsetting you. I was just worried, I mean, this isn't exactly an ideal situation to bring a child into,"
"I'm not pregnant. I would feel it if I was," Evanna tells her before looking away. I scratch my neck awkwardly.

"You better go, Susan," I pretty much insist, Susan nodding in agreement. I quickly show her to the door where she turns to look at me once she's walked out of the house.

"I'll come and check on you both soon, especially after her injuries," She tells me, making me nod before I close the door and turn to look at Evanna who's brushing through her hair. It's still damp, but I'm sure it'll dry while we're out.

"So, what are we going to do in town?" She glances at me with a small smile, obviously trying to move away from that little awkward scene.

"I have plans for us, some as part of our plan and some just to help ya relax, but ya gotta be careful. Ya undercover remember, no one can know who ya are otherwise we are both fucked,"