**So it's technically Friday where I'm at so here's the update for today, haha! I hope you guys enjoy!! Let me know what you think.**

Evan's POV

Falling back against the bed, I was struggling to catch my breath. My fingers were still pruned from half an hour ago, but my body had definitely warmed up since getting out of the icy chill of the water, which had turned cold about halfway through Scar and I's shower. The price to pay for avoiding World War III.

Scar leaned over my body, bracketing either side of me with his large inked up arms. He captured my lips in a slow, sensual kiss before slipping into the space between my legs.

"Have I ever told you how much I love watching you ride my dick?" He murmured into my ear before nibbling at my lobe. I rested my hands on his scratched up shoulders before humming.

"Yes, I do believe you have." I mumbled tiredly as he continued teasing my skin with gentle nips of his teeth here and there. He made a move to slide further down my body, no doubt about to put his head between my thighs, but I stopped him by grabbing his bicep.

"No more, I'm exhausted and sore." I complained right as my stomach growled. "And hungry apparently." I snickered. He just smiled while shaking his head at me but not moving from his spot.

"I'll go get you something to eat." He said before slipping from the bed and pulling on a pair of boxers. I watched his back muscles flex as he walked away, sighing dreamily before closing my eyes.

A few minutes later, he returned with a simple cup of yogurt and spoon.

"This is your idea of getting me something to eat?" I asked through my laughter. He smirked before handing them both over to me and climbing back on the bed.

"That's pretty much all I have in my fridge. You're going to have to go grocery shopping." He said before turning the T.V. on and watching the news.

"You know, my friend called you misogynistic the other day, and I'm starting to see why." I remarked with a single raised eyebrow, unimpressed with his earlier statement.

"Jesus Christ, why is it always that way with women these days? I didn't ask you to go because you have a fucking vagina and that somehow makes it your job. I asked you because I'm fucking shit at it. Just like cooking, too. I can maybe clean, but don't ever expect me to cook or stock the fridge." He said matter of factly. I laughed while rolling my eyes, not wanting to admit that he was most likely right. I finished off the yogurt and set it on the nightstand before forcefully shoving his arm aside so I could cuddle up to him. He pulled me closer when he realized what I was doing and began rubbing up and down my side is soothing strokes.

"Did your friend leave?" I asked after debating the best way to ask him. I figured just coming out and asking was the easiest. He smirked down at me before lightly pinching my side.

"Yeah, I think they all got the hint when the shower turned on and you started screaming." He chuckled smugly. My neck and face heated up as I blushed in embarrassment.

"I'm not that loud." I argued through a pout. He kissed the top of my head before mumbled an unconvinced uh-huh, sure.

"If I'm going grocery shopping for your place, you're going with me." I started, leaving no room for discussion.

"Hell no. I hate buying food. Hence why I always get take out or buy pre-made meals from those overpriced health food stores." He said offhandedly before going back to watching T.V. I mulled the thought around in my head for a little while before smiling deviously.

"I'll let you press your dick against my ass while I push the cart around the store." I bargained. He glanced at me from the side before sighing loudly.

"You don't play fair." He grumbled before turning the news off and getting up to get dressed. I just laughed before following his lead. The car ride ended up being longer than I anticipated as Scar wanted to go to the grocery on the other side of town because he claimed they had better produce.

We'd been shopping for about forty-five minutes, Scar holding onto the cart on either side of me as he walked close enough behind me to rub his semi up against my ass every chance he got. I stopped in front of the seasonings, knowing I was going to have to stock up on all the basics if I planned to cook somewhat decent meals at his place. I surveyed the shelf as Scar held me against his chest with his arms wrapped around my waist. We got a few judgmental glances from the soccer mom a little ways from us, but quite frankly I didn't give a shit. Besides the recent hiccup, I was happy with Scar. Everyday was something interesting and he made me laugh. And somewhere deep down in my gut, I knew Scar would never cheat on me.

Maybe it was dumb of me to think like that, but he'd already proved to me that he could have anyone he wants, and yet he still chooses me. He didn't try and disguise himself as a stand up guy who doesn't screw around when we first met. No, he told me point blank he didn't do relationships and that he just fucked. I have no doubt that if he wanted to screw around instead of being tied down to just me, he'd break it off. I'd take loyalty and happiness paired with judging glances over the sweet smiles and lies that I used to live with when I was with Brandon any day.

"I'd know those tattoos anywhere! Scar, buddy, what's up!" A familiar voice called from behind us. I tensed up, afraid of having my cover blown. Scar stepped away from me and shook hands with Ellie's fiance before wrapping his arm around my waist once again. I turned and met Beckett's now wide eyes. I glared at him before shaking my head subtly. Don't say a word or you're dead my look said. He seemed to understand as he just visibly swallowed before clearing his throat.

"Baby, this is Beckett. He's engaged to one of my friend's daughters - the one I wanted you to meet yesterday." Scar explained with a smile. I laughed nervously as Beckett gave me a hard stare, our earlier roles now reversed.

"Yeah, uh, we really need to get home so we can have that talk." I insisted anxiously, causing Scar's smile to fall.

"I actually have to get going any. Ellie and I are finishing up the nursery today." Becket mumbled awkwardly before beginning to back away.

"Hey, maybe we can all do a double date. That way I can finally meet your woman." Scar joked lightheartedly, clearly not sensing the tense atmosphere. Becket just nodded in agreement before dashing off.

"Did he seem a little skittish to you, baby?" Scar asked while giving me a curious look. I just smiled and shrugged before putting a few last spices in my cart and making my way towards the register.

We were almost done checking out when Scar grabbed a yearly calendar from the impulse buy section and threw it on the conveyer belt. I scrunched my brows while eyeing him quizzically. He just winked in reply before pulling out his wallet and going to pay for the food. I opened my mouth to put up a fight but he shook his head before leaning close to my ear.

"Fight me on this and I'll spank your ass red when we get home." He threatened. I flushed as the cashier gave me a curious look. I just cleared my throat and smiled before putting my own card away and beginning to sack up everything we bought.

Arriving back to Scar's place, I helped him put everything away before watching curiously as he took out the calendar and pinned it to the wall. Opening it to the correct month, he took out a red sharpie and put a large X through today's box and then a large circle around a box two rows down.

"What in the world are you doing?" I demanded.

"Counting down the days until I get to fuck you senseless." He responded cheekily before flashing me a megawatt smile. I burst out laughing before smacking his arm.

"Are you serious right now? It's two weeks, Scar. You'll live." I scoffed.

"I don't know if I will. You're too addictive, my love." He said dramatically before jerking me into his arms and dipping my body. I giggled my head off as he pecked my neck before kissing me passionately. Setting me back on my feet, he pulled away from my lips before cracking his palm against my ass and nonchalantly walking off into the living room. His words caused me to think back to the phone call when he uttered those three heart stopping words.

Biting my lip, I realized that while he's been totally honest and open with me this whole time, I haven't given him the same courtesy. He has no idea that he's best friends with my fucking father.

This should be a fun conversation.

I plopped down next to him on the couch while chewing on my lip nervously. Scar caught the motion and pulled my lip out from between my teeth before giving it a tender peck.

"Don't do that, you'll make yourself bleed." He said softly, causing my heart to melt.

"Can we have that talk now?" I whispered while climbing onto his lap. Worst case scenario, he's furious with me. If my boobs are at eye level then he's less likely to blow up with anger if I take my top off. He nodded in reply before turning ESPN off and giving me his full attention. I cleared my throat while playing with the short wisps of baby hair at the nape of his neck.

"So, I haven't lied to you, I've just kept some things from you that you should probably know." I began, watching as his eyes turned hard - probably thinking the worst.

"You're seeing that Brandon fuck behind my back aren't you?" He hissed, fingers digging painfully into my hips. I yelped and he immediately loosened his hold while rubbing away the sting.

"God no!" I yelled before he could get worked up once again. "It's about my parents..." I trailed off.

"What about them? I've already met your mom Poppy, it can't be as big of a deal as you're making it out to be." He reasoned.

"Um, see, but that's the thing. You know my dad already." I confessed quietly, watching his face like a hawk in order to catch his reaction. He cocked his head to the side while giving me a confused look, clearly not believing what I'd just said.

"Wait, what?" He said while laughing lightly. Time to drop the bomb I thought as he slid his hands from my hips to my ass, kneading each cheek with his fingers.

"Does the name-" I started to say, but suddenly there was incessant pounding at the door. I jumped in fright as the pounding grew harsher. Scrambling off Scar's lap, he swung the front door open as the three musketeers - aka Kreuger, Cujo, and Beast - shoved their way in.

"What do you three shit heads want?" Scar asked, an annoyed look on his face.

"We were gonna see if you guys wanted to hit the bar with us? They're gonna be discussing all of the new possible renovations tonight so I figured it'd be cool if you and your lady were there." Kreuger explained while shooting me a charming smile and small wave. I smiled and waved back, but Scar growled before yanking his face to look at him.

"Don't look at my woman." He growled before blocking his view of me. I just rolled my eyes at him. Neanderthal.

"You coming or what?" Beast interrupted, an irked scowl on his face. I got the feeling he didn't like me very much...

Scar turned to look at me over his shoulder, most likely wanting my okay since we were supposed to be having a talk. I just sighed deeply before shrugging my shoulders nonchalantly.

"Sure, we'll come. We'll meet you there in about 20?" He said before the guys agreed and he shut the door behind them.

"I'm sorry, baby. I know you wanted to have that talk tonight. We can still come home early and have it if you want." He reasoned while pulling me into his body. I wrapped my arms around his waist before staring up into his eyes.

"Okay, that sounds nice." I said with a smile, relieved that I could put off that conversation for at least a few more hours without it being my fault for procrastinating it. He kissed me deeply before smacking my ass and telling me to get ready. I blushed as he stared at my ass intently as I was bent over putting my shoes on. I giggled as he resituated himself in his jeans with a pained grimace.

"I'm going to have the world's worst case of blue balls by the end of this week." He said knowingly before snatching his keys up and pulling me behind him by my hand. "I'm going to have to start masturbating again and I couldn't even tell you how long it's been since I've had to get myself off." He scoffed in annoyance. While I knew he was trying to be funny, what he said pissed me off and had a tinge of jealously stirring in my stomach. Thanks for reminding me that you slept around 24/7. I growled at him in my head, my mood instantly souring.

**

The entire car ride to the bar was quiet as I silently fumed in my seat, Scar blissfully oblivious to my anger with him. He attempted to put his hand on my thigh, but I crossed my legs so that he was forced to pull his hand away. I ignored him as he gave me a curious sideways glance. I uncrossed my arms in order to turn the music up a little to fill the void and he took that as his chance to try and hold my hand. I snatched my hand away from his own before re-crossing my arms once again. This seemed to finally catch his attention.

"What the fuck's your problem?" He demanded in a harsh tone.

"Nothing." I replied shortly, still refusing to make eye contact with him. We pulled in the bar's parking lot and Scar turned his car off before grabbing my chin and jerking my face towards him.

"Why the fuck are you being such a goddamn brat?" He growled. I tried to pull my face away from his hold, but his grip was tight. I huffed in annoyance as I ground my teeth together.

"I'm not being a brat!" I hissed, not wanting to have to explain to him why I'm mad. He should fucking know what he said was dumb.

"I will take you over my fucking knee right now with no hesitation if you don't fix your attitude." He spat, his eyes swirling with anger and a hint of lust. I slapped his hand away from me before trying to storm out of the car, but he reached over and slammed the door shut for me.

"I'm giving you one last chance to tell me what the hell your problem is." He spoke slowly, challenging me.

"I don't want to talk to you right now!" I yelled, just wanting to go in and try to have a good time.

"When we get home, I'm going to spank your ass so red and bruised you won't be sitting without remembering it for weeks." He rumbled out before getting out and opening my door for me. My heart raced in my chest as I mulled over his words. Was this what I secretly wanted? Him to punish me and prove who was in charge? My thoughts bounced around in my head as I realized how sick I was. I loved it when he asserted his dominance over me. Now, I found myself wishing he would've just turned the car around and made good on his promise...