**So here's the double update as promised...I lied. This was the chapter I was thinking of when I posted the last chapter. You are all going to HATE ME, like despise me, for the cliffy at the end of this chapter, but there is a chance that votes and comments can persuade me to do another early update tomorrow...hmmm. Picture below pertains to the chapter! Enjoy (as much as you can...)**

Evan's POV

"I can't come home! Once I get there, dad will never let me leave the house ever again!" I countered back, hearing various things being thrown around in the background.

"Honey, I promise I'll talk to him, just please don't go through with what you're planning this way. I want to be there." Her voice sounded so hurt that it caused my stomach to turn with guilt.

"Okay. Fine. I'll come back home." I whispered, defeat lacing my tone. She released a sigh of relief on the other end and mumbled something about taking care of things and needing to go. I slumped down onto the chair placed in the back of the dressing room with my head in my hands. A few minutes later, the curtain was roughly pulled back, causing me to jump in surprise.

"Is that the dress you picked?" Scar asked as his face twisted up in distaste. I laughed at his reaction before shaking my head.

"Absolutely not. Matter of fact, I'm not going to need a dress." I told him as he cocked his brow in question.

"I called my mom because getting married without at least my parents being here, even if one of them hates you, just didn't feel right. My dad freaked out and started breaking shit. I just...my mom sounded so upset that I would even think about doing this without her. I can't, Scar. We have to go back." I plead, voice full of desperation.

"Whatever you want, baby. I'm not going to force you to do this, but how about we spend the night and leave in the morning? We're already here, let's go out and have a little fun before we have to face your dad." He suggested. I smiled at the idea before nodding my head in agreement. What was spending a few more hours in Vegas going to hurt? Getting up, I turned my back to him and motioned for him to unzip me. He did so with slow, deliberate hands.

"Loud dressing room sex?" He asked, already pulling my panties down my legs. I giggled quietly before it turned into a stifled moan as he began rubbed small circles around my clit. My legs quivered as he plunged three fingers inside of my dripping heat knuckle deep. I could hear how wet I was as he fucked me with his fingers hard and fast. I almost cried with relief as I heard his zipper being undone before I felt the heavy weight of his length resting against my ass.

"Please, please, please, please, please." I groaned out as he slowed the pace of his fingers. I whined when he completely removed them before jolting forward when he harshly smacked me right between my thighs. He soothed the sting with his fingers as my clit throbbed twice as hard.

"What do you want, baby? Tell daddy what you want." I bit my lip so hard I tasted the iron in my blood from breaking skin. Fuck I'm going to cum any second now.

"Your cock, fuck I need your cock in me right now." I cried out as he delivered another harsh slap to my pussy. Instead of soothing away the tingles, he thrust into me all the way. No matter how many times we had sex, it still felt like he was stretching me for the first time. He didn't start slow, no, he began pounding into me as I bent over and grasped the chair for support. I couldn't quiet my cries of pleasure as he purposely shortened his thrusts and began mercilessly stroking my g-spot with the tip of his cock.

"Who am I?" He growled out next to the shell of my ear. My poor, jumbled brain couldn't' formulate a coherent sentence with the pleasure he was giving me. Unsatisfied with my lack of response, he delivered a scorching smack to my ass cheek.

"Who the fuck am I?" He hissed once again.

"Daddy! Fuck, you're my daddy." I whined out as my juices trickled down my thighs.

"Good girl." He praised while soothing over my still stinging cheek. My legs began to shake, threatening to give out with my first orgasm. It took my breath away as he harshly smacked my right globe once again in the exact same spot.

"I'm going to fuck this sexy little ass tonight." He stated before bracketing me against his hips with his hands around the front of my thighs. I couldn't thrust back against him anymore as my mind had gone completely blank. He smacked each ass cheek a few more times before he released a primal roar while finally releasing inside of me. The warmth of his seed hitting my feminine walls triggered my second orgasm as I milked him for every last drop. He pulled out before helping me into my clothes, laughing even harder as I glared at him. After all, I was in this position because of him.

"I love how you take all of my cock without complaining. Fucking perfect." He said before kissing me. I waved him away from me playfully, but he caught my hand and wouldn't let go as he pulled me towards him. I watched him skeptically as he reached into his back pocket. He pulled a ring from out of the tiny square box before chucking the box carelessly behind him. I tried jerking my hand away from him, but he just gave me a warning glare before slipping the huge rock on my ring finger.

Pulling my hand away, I removed the ring before Scar grabbed me by the back of my neck and wound his other arm around my waist before pulling me so close to him that our noses were touching.

"Put it. Back. On." He demanded, voice so chilling that it sent a shiver up my spine.

"No! I want you to get down on one knee and ask!" I argued. He growled under his breath, not moving either of us an inch.

"I'm not fucking asking, Evangeline. Be a good girl and put the ring back on." He ordered.

"So you'll get down on your knees to eat me out but you won't do it to propose to me?" I questioned, annoyed beyond belief at his refusal.

"Exactly." He quipped shortly before shoving the ring on my finger once again. I huffed with frustration, always having pictured the moment where the man I loved would kneel down and ask me the one question every girl wants to hear.

"You could at least ask me." I grumbled while rubbing my hands over his chest as he released his gentle grip on the back of my neck and set in next to his other one that was right above my ass.

"Why would I ask you? The answer will be yes." He said, his tone confused as if he really didn't understand why I was upset. In his defense, he'd never grown up with any affection in his life. I doubt he ever thought he'd be getting married. He probably has no idea how big of a deal it is to get down on one knee and ask a girl to marry him.

"Nevermind." I answered back, disappointment hanging heavily in my tone as I pulled away from him and grabbed my purse that I'd brought with me. We'd just exited the shop when Scar pulled on my arm to stop us before I hailed a cab.

"Do you really want me to ask you that badly?" He asked, genuinely listening for my answer.

I shrugged my shoulders careless before looking away from him. "It's fine. Let's just go back to the hotel." I answered flatly. He sighed deeply from beside me before slipping the ring off of my finger and dropping down to one knee right smack dab in the middle of the busy sidewalk.

"Evangeline Grace Carmichael, will you marry me?" He asked with a knowing smile. I just giggled before nodding and bending down to kiss his lips. There were a few people who'd stopped around us and started clapping before moving on with their day. Scar slipped the ring back on my finger before standing up and smacking my sore ass.

"Are you happy now?" He questioned with raised eyebrows.

"Very." I answered with a big smile and short laugh of happiness. Finally taking the time to admire the ring on my finger as he got us a ride, i couldn't help but admit that it was the perfect ring for me. Simple, but stunning - a little big for my taste, but stunning nonetheless.

"Where did you get this ring, anyway?" I asked as he guided me into a car with his hand on the small of my back.

"That place had a jewelry store attached to it. Who would've known?" He spoke offhandedly before pulling out his phone and looking up the best bars to go to for couples. I rolled my eyes at him before leaning into his side, already in need of a nap.

Scar's POV

I watched Evangeline disappear behind the curtain before I started looking around the place. This is the best wedding shop in town? I thought to myself with a shake of my head. What a joke. I found the waiting area she'd pointed to, but the open archway into the next room peaked my interest. I popped my head in before realizing that it was actually an attached jewelers. Shitty set up, but smart business plan.

I wandered over to the section closest to me before deciding they were all too small.

"How can we help you today sir?" A man in what I'd guess to be his forties asked as he approached me from behind the glass showcase. I briefly glanced at him before averting my attention back to the array of engagement rings.

"Show me where your highest quality diamonds are." I said, watching with veiled amusement as the guy squirmed under my gaze.

"Of course, sir." He nodded tersely before walking away to another showcase across the room. I could tell this was more securely locked than all of the other ones. One ring in particular caught my eye the second I saw the selection. It was perfect. Simple but so fucking beautiful, just like my Evangeline.

"That one." I said stoically while pointing at the huge diamond that was set on a simple band.

"Wonderful choice, sir. This is a one of a kind Harry Winston that's sure to make your girlfriend's jaw drop." He smiled, obviously happy about the commission he was going to get from selling this ring. I ground my molars at what he called Evangeline. Girlfriend. I hate that word. There's no commitment there; such an easily breakable bond.

I fondled the ring in my fingers, watching as it shined under the stores intensely bright lights. "How do you know if you've found the right girl to marry?" I asked the guy. He seemed caught off guard by the question, but recovered quickly. The cheesy grin faded from his face, replaced by that of a real smile.

"When she leaves the house, what's the first thing you think of?" He asked.

"If she'll be safe." I replied instantly. He nodded with a knowingly look on his face.

"When you think of the future, what do you picture?"

"Her caring for our children, helping them with homework and being there when I get home." I murmured quietly.

"How do you feel thinking about her moving on and being with another man?" He asked.

"I'd fucking kick his head in." I sneered. His eyes widen as he took a not so subtle step backwards before clearing his throat.

"I'd say you've found the one then, sir." He assured me with a small nod of his head. I licked my lips before releasing a puff of air. I stood up straight from where I was leaning against the glass top. Giving the ring one last look I handed it back to him before reaching for my wallet.

"I'll take it." I stated, sliding my black card across the table to him.

"Do you want to see the price tag first, sir?" He asked uneasily. I rolled my eyes at him. With how often I fight and the amount I make every time, I could retire now and be good for the rest of my life.

"No. Just charge the card and get me a receipt." I told him before turning my back on him, signaling the end of the conversation. I waited patiently as the man did as told and filed all of the necessary paperwork. Looking around the shop, I couldn't believe I was actually doing this. This whole commitment thing. I still think settling down is fucking stupid - for other people, at least. Evangeline is everything I need in life. She's funny, smart, and quick witted. She can dish it out as good as she can take it, and holy shit can she take it I thought to myself as my thoughts strayed.

I shifted myself in my pants as blood began to rush to a certain area as I thought about just how good she could take it. She was something I hadn't known I needed until she invaded my world and fucked everything up. Sure, I'd heard other guys talk about how incredible sex can be when you're with a good, faithful woman, but my God I underestimated everything they'd said.

When she would suck me off, she knew what sounds I made when I really liked something and she knew that I loved the tiny sting of pain when she just barely scraped her teeth against me. When we were having sex, I knew exactly what position I needed to be in to fuck her g-spot just right and make her pussy clench so tight around me it made me see stars and her arch her back in pleasure. I knew that she liked when I bit at her inner thighs and then soothed the sting with my tongue - it made her pussy fucking drenched.

But it wasn't even the sex that was keeping me around anymore. It hadn't been about the sex since the second day we'd known each other. I'd never thought in a million years I would be standing in the middle of a fucking jewelry store buying an engagement ring. I grew up on the belief that love was a load of bullshit that didn't exist. My mother and father clearly weren't ever in love, my mother nor father ever loved me, my mom's brother never got married.

All I saw was meaningless sex my whole life, so I thought that's all there ever was. But I know that's not the truth now, and that itself spoke volumes to the kind of woman Evangeline is. She sees right through my bullshit and calls me out on it. She understands that I'm not some pussy who's going to dote on her every second we're together, and she accepts that. She doesn't cling to me or constantly ask me for reassurance about herself. Her confidence is one of the sexiest things about her, right up there next to her tits and ass.

The guy cleared his throat, pulling me from my reverie. I mumbled a quick thanks before stuffing the velvet box in my back pocket and heading back to the waiting room. There was no sign of Evangeline having left her dressing room, which I knew couldn't be right because she'd only taken three dresses in with her. Something's wrong.

I shoved the curtains aside and was met with a very distressed woman. The need to rid her of whatever was worrying her was almost painful. One thing led to another and next thing I knew, my cock was buried inside of her as she mewled out my name. Fucking her without a condom and then coming inside of her was like everything good in the world wrapped up into one sensation. The terrifying fact that I would never get enough of her settled deep in the pit of my stomach as she pulled away from me and started re-dressing. I suddenly felt the ring burning a hole in my back pocket as she playfully waved me away from her. I didn't say a single thing as I took the ring out and slipped it on her finger.

Seeing her shocked eyes staring at the ring made me feel like I was on top of the fucking world. No win had ever felt this good. No amount of sex had ever been this satisfying. This was on a whole nother level completely.

I wasn't sure what I was expecting from her, but I wasn't at all surprised when she put up a fight. I thought she was done, but then she got that look in her eyes that fucking gutted me. God dammit! I can't tell her no when she looks at me like that I thought to myself as she tried to hide her disappointment at the fact that I wouldn't ask her to marry me properly. I couldn't figure out what the big fucking deal was, but if it was going to make her this upset, then I needed to fix this shit.

If getting down on my goddamn knee would take away that look, then fine. The things I'd do for this woman...I'm so fucked.

**

Waking up the next morning, I was surprised that I didn't have a pounding headache from the night before. I'd definitely underestimated Evangeline's ability to go out and have fun, that much was painfully obvious. I felt my anger flare dangerously as I thought about her dancing on the bar top in front of at least a hundred men just to piss me off - though I knew she did it on purpose. For some reason, she seriously had a thing for me spanking her ass until it was red and bruised. Not that I was complaining because fuck did her thick ass jiggle perfectly.

I rolled onto my side as she slowly slid off of my chest before I cradled her against my body, admiring her beauty as she slept peacefully. She had small baby fine hairs just at the edge of her forehead that had the slightest curl to them. The tops of her cheeks and nose had a few light freckles dotting them here and there, letting me know that they were natural and not from the sun. Her lips were thick and pink, reminding me of her delicious pussy that I could really go for tasting right in this moment.

I rested her against my head pillow as to not jostle her body too much before sliding down the bed and pushing the hem of my t-shirt she was wearing up. I adjusted myself so I was perfectly aligned with her sweet cunt before lifting her top leg and holding it up against the side of my face. Leaning forward, I licked a long strip up the center of her pussy lips before swirling my tongue around her clit and pulling it into my mouth. She took a deep breath in while still sleeping as her brows scrunched together. Her legs twitched a few times as I flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue.

Tired of playing around and wanting a taste, I delved my tongue as far as I could into her warm channel, fucking her with my tongue as the room filled with the noises of her squelching wet pussy. My nose continued to nudge up against her clit as I ate her with abandon, fucking loving the way her sweetness tasted on my tongue. I heard a slew of moans growing in volume. Peeking up at her from where I was positioned between her thighs, I saw that she was now awake and biting her bottom lip to quiet her moans.

Moving my attention to her clit, I circle the small engorged bud in figure eight motions before sucking harshly and moaning to send vibrations with my mouth. She cried out while arching her bad, thrusting her pussy into my face as I clenched her ass in my hands. I pulled my hand back to give her ass cheek a light pat. She yelped as her hand came down to tangle in my short, cropped hair. Giving it a harsh tug, I doubled my efforts on her weeping cunt as her cries became constant, one starting right after the last had ended. Her scream of pleasure was music to my ears as her pussy gushed it's sticky sweet fluids, covering my chin with her release.

Pulling away, I wiped away any sign of her orgasm with the back of my hand. She blushed furiously before making eye contact with me, her hooded eyes dilated from the pleasure I'd just given her. I'm sure mine looked no different.

"I think I like that type of alarm." She murmured before yawning so wide her nose scrunched and her eyes watered. I smiled at the adorable sight before laughing at her words.

"See? Now, how do you think I feel when I wake up to you slapping me in the face?" I retorted back, knowing it would get a slight rise out of her. Just as I suspected, her cheeks turned a light shade of pink as she pointed an accusing finger at my chest.

"You deserved it both times!" She defended before getting that pouty expression on her face that I love so fucking much.

"I know baby." I murmured before shifting my body downwards so that my face was eye level with her chest. I wrapped one arm around her waist and the other cradled the side of her ass as I nuzzled my face in between her huge breasts. If anyone would've asked me if I were a tits or ass man, the answer would've been ass. Not anymore, though. Evangeline did have a fantastic ass that rippled every time I fucked her from behind, but holy shit her tits were on a whole nother level. She just laughed and shook her head at my antics before beginning to scratch my scalp with her dull nails. I groaned peacefully at the incredible sensation before the moment was broken as my phone rang on the night stand.

I lifted myself off of her chest before answering the phone. I felt like someone had punched me right in the balls as Cujo's rushed voice told me the news. I stared at Evangeline with wide eyes as her phone began to ring as well.

"What? What is it? Scar, what's going on? You're scaring me!" She yelled, becoming frantic as I knew she could sense my change in mood.

"Baby...your dad's been shot." I whispered hoarsely.