#Bonus 2.0: Band-Aid

{This part begins after the main story: Chapter One-Zero-Three: Devils.}

"No...no...no..."

Elizabeth muttered as she searched her suitcase for her notebook.

A pink toy caught her attention before she sighed, remembering the trouble sex toys had put her in.

It wasn't that exact toy; those two, Mimi and Momo (Yes, she named her sex toys), were forever lost in Christopher's car.

This pink vibrating and thrusting dildo was a different toy that was meant to help her get adjusted in the city had she and Olivia succeeded in their escape.

Still...the D’Amico brothers...

She recalled the number of cars that had surrounded them, the guns aimed at them, and the fact that she watched Olivia get dragged away powerlessly.

Elizabeth bit her lip nervously as her hand rubbed her belly.

Her phone, which was on the dresser, rang, so she lifted her body to answer it.

"Hey?"

[Were at club typhoon. Are you coming or what?]

Drai, her friend, yelled over the music of the club that made Elizabeth visibly cringe.

She shuddered at the thought of entering a club with sweaty smells, overly perfumed people, loud music, and, ugh…the smell of liquor.

Even without Christopher’s nosy surveillance, that was a firm no.

"I'm out of town."

[You are getting lamer and lamer by the second, Liz.]

A dark figure caught Elizabeth’s attention from the mirror; thinking it was her sister, she continued with her conversation with Drai.

"I know, I know. Maybe next week. No, hopefully, next week. Save some hotties for me."

[Golden retriever boys?]

"Blond hair and green eyes with freckles, perks if they dress like..."

Elizabeth's body stiffened when she heard her vibrator buzz loudly.

"...a nerd"

She finished her sentence as she turned; rather than Olivia’s mocking gaze, she saw Christopher and, in his hand, the toy she had held a few seconds ago.

 Her fingers tapped the end-call button hastily.

"What the hell...? Why are you in my room, touching my things?"

It wasn't anger she felt but embarrassment.

Who the hell was he to look at her like that for owning a dildo?

 It was the same case as last time. For all his composure, he only seemed to find her at her worst.

Even if this room technically wasn’t hers as it was Matteo’s Villa, what right did he have to walk in?

"The door was open."

"Is this a shop? Do you think you are allowed in a woman's room just because the door is open?"

She left the door open for Olivia, not him!

"..."

Christopher turns off the dildo without replying, but his cheeks have a tinge of shame.

She liked it.

She didn’t know she had such a kink, but…it was odd how much she wanted to hurt him; maybe it was revenge?

Well, he made her life miserable, so why shouldn’t she return the favour?

“Your wife is here, Christopher, so If you are looking to cheat, find someone else. I think the maid-”

“Where were you going?”

With her statement cut, Elizabeth fell silent.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes as she finally registered his words; after all, he had asked her the question over and over. Did he think now that he had cornered her, she would answer?

He didn’t want a location; he wanted a reason, a reason as to why she was leaving the country with Olivia.

Elizabeth didn’t understand why he phrased it that way, but she had a hunch that it could be guilt; the only question was, was he feeling guilt for cheating on his wife or for fucking her in place of Blair.

“What do you want, Christoper? We agreed it was a mistake, so why do you have your human CCTVs following me around?”

“I asked you a question first, Elizabeth.”

Elizabeth felt as if her name was uttered like a punishment from the Bear-like man, who was sucking up the entire space in the room.

“Do you want to degrade me? Is that your kink? Will it make you feel better if I'm cuming from your feet again?”

She pressed instead of answering; neither of them was willing to budge.

Christopher’s cold chuckle filled her ear, and before she could push back his fast-approaching frame, she felt the dresser cupping her butt.

“Hey…if I shove this dildo inside you, mess you up real good, will you answer me?”

Christopher asked harshly.

Elizabeth could feel the shudder caressing her body; it was so violent that she almost made a sound.

It was his scent…no, his hard body that pressed up against her that stirred her up.

“Ah…you are such a bastard.”

She breathed, but her body writhed in contrast to her thoughts. Maybe it was the hormones, but she wanted him to pin her down.

“Get the hell out of my room; like I said before, you are not my type.”

Christopher’s laugh filled her ears, quivering her insides. He hadn’t touched her, but Elizabeth felt her toes curl.

“Where were you going?”

He asked again, this time his hot breath touching her ears.

“Where do you think, away from you? God, why is it the macho ones who don’t understand boundaries? We did what we did, and now-”

The dildo in Christopher's hand pressed between her legs; it was the maximum vibration, so though she didn’t mean to, her hands flew to his chest and curled into fists.

“Ah… mm…”

“Who is not your type, hmm?”

His deep voice blared in her ear as he pressed the dildo harder against her flesh.

Any more, and she would lose every ounce of her self-respect, so even though her body screamed, she lifted her gaze and slapped him.

In his shock, she managed to push him off her, grab the toy, turn it off and toss it aside.

“Your marriage is none of my business. If you want a divorce, get it; if you want to work it out, get a therapist. Do not use me as a band-aid.”

As if on cue, Matteo rushed in, swinging her bedroom door open.

“What is this? A family reunion? Both of you, get the hell out of my room!”

Elizabeth yelled.