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Evan's POV

I spent the majority of the rest of my day with my dad in his office, just like old times. He sat next to me on the love seat in his office as we went through photo albums from Ellie and I's childhood. I laughed loudly while pointing to a picture of two-year-old me naked on the beach flashing a huge grin at the camera from over my shoulder. My little butt was covered in sand and I had a melting ice cream treat in my hand.

"God, you never wanted to keep your bathing suit on. I swear, I would turn my head for one second and you would have it buried somewhere in the sand." He chuckled along with me as he shook his head. I laughed at his confession before turning the page. There was a huge picture of Ellie and I hugging one another in front of a cake with a number 3 candle. Mom was in the background clutching at her back looking as pregnant as ever. I laughed softly once more, causing my dad to avert his gaze to where I was looking.

He smiled fondly before saying, "Troy's pregnancy was the hardest on mom. Her back always hurt and she had to pee more often than when she did with you and Ellie. Probably because he was always kicking her bladder." He laughed. The next page had my name across the top in large, glittery letters and the whole thing was just photos of me at different ages on my dad's lap in this very office. He rubbed my shoulder before pulling me into a side hug and patting my back.

"I guess I really was a daddy's girl, huh? Mom was kinda forgotten." I giggled with a little sliver of guilt.

"You were until you turned about fifteen and wanted to start going on dates. Lord help me, those next two years were the worst years of my life." He grumbled. I looked at the side of his face, unable to remove my sympathetic expression.

"Sorry about that." I cringed. "I really made things difficult on you and Mom, huh?" I mumbled knowingly. He scoffed before ruffling my hair.

"You have no idea. You were always the shit head out of you and your sister. Ellie just usually never said no and got dragged into whatever plan you'd concocted." His assessment made me laugh loudly because I knew, for a fact, that he was 100% correct. "I can still remember the first time you said you'd hated me. It was after I went and picked you up from that little senior fucker's house when he didn't bring you home after prom your freshman year. What was his name again?" He inquired, giving me a sideways glance. I winced at the memory before replying.

"Keegan Grinman."

"Ah, yes! That's what it was! I thought the kid was going to shit his pants when I stuck my head in his truck window." He laughed. I joined him before pushing the album aside and wrapping my arms around his bicep and leaning my head against his shoulder.

"I never have thanked you for everything, dad." I whispered.

"What's that sweetheart?" I shrugged my shoulders before swallowing the lump of emotions in my throat.

"For being the best possible example for how a man should treat me. You've never, ever let me down and you always did what you thought was best for me. I never understood it back then, but I'm thankful now for your over protectiveness. I'm sorry for everything I put you through." I choked out before hugging him tightly and burying my face in his chest.

"It was my job, angel. I will always look out for my girls. No matter what." He insisted before breaking our hug.

"Why don't you go help mom with dinner? I think I smell her cooking." He said while raising his head in the air. I glanced at the clock on his desk, realizing that it was already five o'clock.

"Nah, I think I'm gonna head home and cook something up for myself. Besides, Brock told me he had plans tonight, Ellie's moving into their new place, and since Troy's classes started back up already I figured you and mom would like to have the house all to yourselves." I reasoned before hoisting myself up off of the small sofa and put my vest I'd discarded earlier back on.

"I knew there was a reason you were always my favorite kid." He joked before following me out of the office and seeing me to the door.

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Pushing my apartment door open with my shoulder, I struggled with the numerous grocery bags my hands were overloaded with.

"Mm, what's for dinner? I'm starving" A gravely voice called from right behind me. I shrieked before flying around and dropping all of the bags. My hand flew to my chest as I struggled to breath.

"Jesus Christ! Could you not not sneak up on my like that? Wait, how the fuck did you know this was my apartment? No, scratch that, how the fuck did you get in?" I demanded, my chest still rising and falling rapidly.

"First of all, you have shit locks and second of all, your keys you gave me earlier had your apartment number engraved on them. By the way, don't you think you could do without the shitty beer and vegan trash in your cupboards?" He asked with a scrunched up face before finishing off the bottle in his hand and tossing it into the trashcan.

"Let me get this straight. You broke into my house, drank my beer, and ate my food and still expect me to cook you dinner?" I asked incredulously. He took a few steps into the kitchen before leaning his hip against the island and crossed his huge arms over his chest.

"Yes. Now, what's for dinner?" He asked monotonously. My mouth dropped open. Who does this prick think he is? I scoffed before turning my back to him and resorting to the silent game. It seemed to anger him before and I was just too pissed off to speak to him. I pulled out a package of ground beef and a sleeve of crackers from the plastic bag before adding a few additional ingredients and beginning to make meatballs. He watched me silently as I worked, balling them up and placing them in a pan on the stove before getting out a big pot and beginning to boil the noodles. I mixed the ingredients together to make some sauce as my meatballs browned. Sticking the concoction into yet another pan, I let it heat before flipping the meat.

I felt him come up from behind me before he placed his hands on either side of my body, caging me in. I didn't want to admit how comfortable I felt in the position.

Still ignoring him, I gave the almost done noodles and sauce a quick stir. His hand reached forward before he dipped a finger into my marinara and moved to bring it to his lips. Still pissed off at his high-handed attitude, I grabbed his wrist and wrapped my mouth around the digit before sucking the delicious red sauce away. Releasing his finger from my mouth with an audible pop, I shoved his hand away from me and continued working. I could tell he was shocked by my actions, but I just smiled smugly and continued to cook. I preheated the oven before brushing some seasoned butter over a sliced baguette and sprinkled the top with shredded mozzarella. Setting the bread on a cooking sheet, I smirked before thrusting my ass into his crotch as I bent over to place it in the oven. I swear I could hear his teeth grinding as I teased him.

I knew he was staring down the small v-neck in my sweater from above, but I didn't care. If I was being quite honest, knowing I had the ability to cause such an incredibly sexy man to be so hard in his pants with just a little teasing here and there made me feel powerful, in a way.

A couple minutes later, I pulled everything off of their respective burners before making myself a plate a food. Grabbing a fork, I made a move to sit down at my quaint dinner table, but was halted by his unmoving arms. I glared between his arm and his eyes before raising one eyebrow in question.

"Are you going to make me a plate?" His chest rumbled as he asked the question. The sound sent a pang of warmth down between my thighs, but I ignored it and continued glaring at him.

"You're a big boy, you're capable of doing it yourself." I shot back. He leaned further down, invading my personal space more than he already had thus far.

"I wasn't asking. Make me a plate." He demanded, eyes dark and dangerous.

"You might not have been asking, but I wasn't offering. Get out of my way, my food is getting cold." I ground out, the sexual tension completely disappearing with his shitty attitude.

"I'm not going to ask again, Evangeline." He warned, his eyes conveying the message that it'd be wise to do as he said. I huffed in frustration before making a scene of roughly dropping my own plate onto the counter before making him one of his own. I thrust it into his hand when I was finished and moved to storm away, but his arm around my waist stopped me.

"I don't appreciate the attitude, baby." He growled into my ear. I pouted while crossing my arms over my chest and refusing to look at him. "Look at me when I'm speaking to you." He ordered.

"No, I'm mad at you." I stated defiantly while continuing my childish sulking.

"Why?" He questioned, genuinely confused. I just rolled my eyes at him before grabbing my plate and walking off. Because the table was so small, when he eventually joined me, our legs brushed against one another's under the table. We ate in silence for the majority of the meal, until he decided to speak first.

"This is delicious." He complimented me before taking another large bite. I just gave a quiet hmm and kept eating. His fork clattered against his plate, causing me to look up at him. There was a look of fire in his eyes as he clenched his fists atop the table.

"Do you need to be punished, or are you going to continue to cop an attitude with me?" He challenged. I set my cutlery down and wiped my mouth before finally addressing him.

"Why are you such an asshole?" I accused civilly. Clearly that didn't go over very well because within seconds he was hauling me out of my chair and dragging me to my bedroom. How he knew where it was, I didn't really know nor was it one of my main priorities at this moment in time. Kicking the door open, he threw me on the bed and began unbuckling his belt. My eyes grew wide as saucers as I realized what it was he meant by punishment.

"Wait! I won't cop an attitude anymore! Promise!" I yelled as he began closing in on me. He didn't say a single word to my outburst as he grasped my hips with his hands. Gripping his shoulders, I began kissing his neck to try and butter him up. "I don't need a punishment! I promise, I'll be good. I'll even let you try that position you mentioned yesterday night. I'll-ah!" I yelped, caught off guard as he ripped my top off before flipping my body so I was bent over the edge of the bed. He secured my hands against the small of my back with one of his own as I heard the unmistakable sound of his belt sliding out of his pants. He yanked my leggings and underwear down with one hand as my heart began to race. It was only seconds later, when he ever so slightly ran the thin strip of leather over my bare ass, did I realized it was in excitement, not fear. This is so messed up I thought to myself as a light stinging sensation bloomed over my right ass cheek where he'd just hit me.

He kept me waiting on edge for a few minutes, until there was an unexpected whip to the same exact spot, except slightly harder. I cried out against my mattress as the spot burned and throbbed. He hit me two more times on the opposite cheek, hard enough to have the leather make a cracking noise against my ass as I screamed out and jolted away. Tears gathered in my eyes as he continued to whip my ass with the thick belt. I dug my nails into my hands as the deliciously painful stinging sensation became almost too much to bare.

"Are you going to be a good girl?" He grunted against the shell of my ear. I whimpered in response before nodding my head frantically, needing some sort of friction before I died from arousal. The belt made contact with my right cheek one last time before I heard it clatter against the bedroom floor. Releasing my arms, he nudged my legs apart before laughing seductively.

"I thought you didn't want a punishment, baby? No, you begged me not to give you one. But what's this, hm?" He taunted while running his thick fingers up and down my slit. "You're absolutely dripping wet, Evangeline. It's fucking running down my hand, baby." He remarked before I heard the tell tale sound of him sucking on his fingers. I groaned loudly before trying to maneuver my hands under my body and towards my core to relieve even a smidgen of the built up pressure. Seeing what I was trying to do, he roughly yanked my body closer to his hips and suddenly entered me from behind. I mewled out before shoving back against him, needing him deeper inside of me.

I met him thrust for thrust, my screams getting louder as he reached around and began to rub my clit in fast circles. I yelped in pain as he grabbed my battered ass with the other hand and squeezed, but it only served to heighten the pleasure I was feeling. He hardened his thrusts as he let go of my ass and wrapped his hand around my throat, digging his fingers in just the slightest bit. Ripping the clasp of my bra, he proceeded to yank my upper body up as he pounded into me mercilessly. He pulled the torn bra away from my body before throwing it carelessly behind him.

"You like that baby? Huh? Like being fucked from behind like a little slut?" He rasped against my ear. I moaned loudly in response while clutching at his arm. "God your pussy is so fucking tight. You feel so goddamn good, baby. You gonna come around my cock?" He questioned, giving my throat a quick squeeze. I whimpered before nodding, unable to keep from cuming any longer.

"Cum. Now." He ordered before forcing himself so deep that his cock budded up against my cervix. I cried out his name, on the edge of tears as my orgasm tore through my entire body and numbed my mind. Another mini orgasm followed suit seconds later as he shot thick ropes of his cum inside of me, filling me to the brim. He stayed inside of me until he began to grow soft. Slowly easing himself out, he spread my asscheeks apart and watched as our combined juices dripped out of my pussy and down my thighs.

"Fuck. So pretty, baby. My dirty girl." He murmured huskily before pressing a firm kiss to both of asscheeks and getting up to make his way to my bathroom. I stayed in my exact position on the bed, my entire body feeling like a cup of jello. I tried desperately to keep my eyes open as my body just wanted to sleep.

A few moments later, Scar returned with a tub of my body butter and a wash rag in his hand. Crouching down, he rubbed a thick layer of the lotion over my already bruising ass, massaging the thick cream into my round globes. I blushed as he began wiping his cum away with a little difficulty as it had already started to dry on my skin. He kissed his way up my spine before turning my head and pecking my lips softly. I blindly swatted his face away from me before replacing his hand back on my ass, my silent way of telling him please keep rubbing. He chuckled softly before resuming the unusual massage as I hummed in contentment.

I grimaced as I rolled onto my side before trying to push myself up into a sitting position. My arms wobbled with exertion before giving out and causing me to whine in annoyance. He shook his head at me with a small half smile before helping me sit up and removing his shirt before sliding it over my head and helping me get my arms through their respective holes. I slumped tiredly against his bare chest and just laid there as he ran his hands up and down my back, only making it even harder to keep my eyes open.

"Ice cream." I slurred through my exhausted haze.

"You want ice cream?" He clarified while pulling back to examine my face. I gave him my best are you stupid? face which caused him to frown slightly.

"What did I say about copping an attitude?" He asked in a no bullshit tone that made me giggle. He tried to keep his face impassive, but my endless fit of goofy laughter caused his mask to crack as he smiled at me once again. Poking my finger into his dimple, I looked him in the eyes and said it again.

"Fine. Let's go get you ice cream." He said with a playful eye roll before readjusting his pants. Helping me stand, he walked behind me while his chest bared almost all of my weight and his hands steadied my hips as I leaned against him. He bowed his head into the crook of my neck and blew hot air against the skin there, causing me to jerk my shoulder upwards and snicker. Bastard discovered my ticklish spot.

Movement in my livingroom caught my eye and I stumbled on my own feet as I saw what caused it.

"Fuck." I hissed under my breath as I saw Brandon stand up from my couch, a spark of fury in his eyes that I've never seen before.

"Are you kidding me, Evan? Our engagement's been broken off for less than a month and you've already whored yourself out?" His voice got progressively louder and louder as his anger rose as well. My breath caught in my throat as my eyes teared up. I never did well with high stress situations when I was tired and needed sleep. Scar must've noticed my mood change as he moved my body to lean against the wall and stepped out from behind me while rising to his full height. He towered over Brandon in an almost comical way.

"I would rethink what you call my girl real fuckin' quick before I do something I won't regret." He threatened, his tone so filled with malice that it terrified even me - and I wasn't even the one on the receiving end of his harsh words.