Oliver is sitting on a black bench, chatting with a psychiatric colleague, sitting right in front of him. He listens almost absent, what this gentleman tells him.

He said he was impressed with the work he was doing at Briarcliff, and had successfully dealt with the BloodyFace locker. Idiot, if he knew.

Oliver watches Hayden sitting at the bar with Harrison. He knows very well that this bastard deliberately wanted to put him aside to be able to talk with her, alone.

As the man in front of him continues to talk to him, Oliver drinks a sip of his whiskey, staring at Hayden. He sees that something is wrong, her face is suddenly cold and her eyes filled with disgust.

He sees Harrison catch her by the arm as she plans to leave, she sits down, against her will. Harrison moves closer to her and passes a hand down her back.

Oliver suddenly sees black, and a hatred rises in him. He tightens his glass of whiskey so hard that he feels the glass to the limit of breaking.

"Dr. Thredson, are you okay?" Asks the old man facing him, looking worried.

Oliver turns his attention to him, trying to regain his spirits and calm down. He forces himself to smile, he hasn't even listened to what the man told him until then.

"Um, yes, sorry," he apologizes. "I confess I had my mind elsewhere."

Oliver drinks a new sip of whiskey, he carries a cigarette between his lips and lights it. He follows Hayden's gaze, he sees her go towards him. She smiles at some people she meets and comes to sit next to him.

She places her hand on his thigh and smiles at him, a forced smile. He sees that she looks completely disoriented, angry.

"Well, I'll let you Dr. Thredson," the old man said, bowing nodding. "It was a pleasure talking with you."

"All the pleasure was for me, Dr. Houson," Oliver replies, then he drinks a sip of whiskey and places his hand on Hayden's, on his thigh, he squeezes it hard.

She kisses him on the cheek, her hand passes from his thigh to his crotch, she begins to caress him gently. He closes his eyes for a moment, he already feels the desire to invade him gradually and his cock harden under her pressing caresses.

"Baby, I'm bored," Hayden whispers in his ear.

He knows exactly what she wants to do. Her libido has increased dramatically since her pregnancy, she is never satisfied.

"Not now, we're not alone," he answers, trying to focus on something other than her hand teasing his cock.

"We can go to a more private place," she insists, her caresses becoming more intense.

"Hayden, not here,"

"Oh, please, don't play the serious psychiatrist and completely stuck just because we're here," she said, laughing slightly. "If your colleagues knew how wild you can be sometimes."

Oliver takes a puff of cigarette and looks seriously at her. Of course he wants her too, but this altercation she had with Harrison troubled him slightly. He wants to know what they were talking about.

"What did you talk about with Harrison?"

"Nothing very interesting, I assure you," she replies.

"Hayden, I can recognize a lie when I see one,"

"I don't lie," she retorts.

"That's what you're trying to make me believe, but your expression betrays you. I'm a psychiatrist, don't forget." He said smiling maliciously, staring into her.

"There's nothing I'm telling you, it's just an arrogant dude, you were right,"

"I've seen him touch you," Oliver continues, in a much less calm voice. "And you didn't seem to laugh a lot."

"He wants me," she answers suddenly. She takes her hand off his crotch, and looks away. "He said he keeps thinking about me."

Oliver doesn't answer. He finished smoking his cigarette, staring into space.

Why? Why his wife? Or does she tell him lies to make him jealous?

He feels such rage at this moment that he must redouble his efforts to control himself.

"If he approaches me, I'll cut his throat," Hayden whispers to his ear. She passes a hand on his cheek and forces him to look at her. "There's only you, Oliver, and there will always be you."

"I'm going to kill him," he said, clutching his fists, nervous.

"No, if it should happen, I'll take care of him," she said, in a reassuring voice. "You know I will never let anyone harm me or our baby."

The baby. Oliver puts a hand on her belly. He will not let anybody hurt his family, even if for this he must kill again.

"I want you, baby," Hayden said sensually, then she kissed him, biting his lower lip slightly. "Fuck me here, at his home."

Oliver feels his limb harden just by this thought. Hear her moaning his name in his house while he is fucking her in one of his rooms. Show him that it's his wife, only his wife, to him.

He realizes at this point how much he loves Hayden. And that it's no longer just possessiveness or the need to have someone who can finally take care of him, heal his wounds, he is in love with her. Crazy in love.

He takes her by the hand and draws her with him. They climb a staircase, looking behind them if no one follows them. They pass in a small corridor, totally dark and out of sight.

Oliver suddenly puts Hayden against the wall, kisses her savagely. His hands sweep over her body, passing from her breasts to her buttocks and then between her legs.

He realizes at the moment his hands pass under her dress to caress her crotch that she has no panties. He looks at her and raises a naughty eyebrow.

"What am I going to do with you, Mrs. Thredson?" He asks as he slowly caresses her clit.

"Whatever you want, Dr. Thredson," she replies moaning.

Oliver unbuttoned his pants, releasing his erection from his underwear. He wears Hayden and holds her against the wall. And he begins to penetrate her slowly, very slowly.

She sticks her head in his neck and gently bites his skin, trying to contain the wave of pleasure that runs through her while he is deep inside her.

"You're already wet," Oliver groaned, moving his hips gently, trying not to go too fast from the start, he wouldn't hold out for long.

"Fuck me hard, I want him to hear us," Hayden moaned.

Oliver lets himself go completely, he gives hip blows more and more powerful, making Hayden moan like never before. She clings to his shoulders, moaning that she is almost there. That she will come.

"Hold that, he'll never fuck you like me," Oliver moaned as he took her to orgasm.

She suddenly moaned loudly, her head against the wall, her eyes in his. He feels her tremble and squeeze around his cock.

She passes her arms around his neck, at the same time, Oliver comes inside her, groaning in her neck as orgasm submerges him in turn.

They remain in each other's arms for a moment, catching their breath.

A quarter of an hour later, they come down among the guests and while they are at the bottom of the stairs, Oliver sees Harrison watching them.

He passes a hand in Hayden's lower back to make her move forward and he casts a satisfied look at Harrison, who must surely have understood what they were gone up there.