♢♡Jonathan♡♢

Luke heads off to work an hour later and I go upstairs to get changed into something I go into public in. I climb into the car with a yawn, rubbing my eye and heading down the street. I go to my house and walk inside, heading to the bedroom.

I go to the bedside table Evan always used and pull out the drawer, emptying the contents on the bed. I sort through the trash and grab Evan's black leather notebook. He writes everything down here, it's about the size of my hand but Evan's writing is small.

I flip through it until I find his address page, running my finger down the margin until I find Tyler's name. I rip out the page and go back downstairs, getting back into my car and getting ready to drive off. I gun the engine and head to the address listed, blowing air over my face as I speed up.

I arrive at what I hope to be Tyler's house not too long later, smirking when I see the lack of a car in the sorry bastard's driveway. I climb out of my own and walk up to the door, knocking and waiting. The door opens and there Evan is, all dressed up in yellow rubber gloves, a bandana over his hair, and an apron across his chest and legs.

His eyes widen further and he tries to shut the door, but I hold it open with my hand. "Mind if I come in?" I smirk, walking past Evan and letting him stumble and fall onto the door so it closes. Evan pants a little and stands up, pressing his back against the door and looking at me with fear in his pretty brown eyes.

"Did Tyler turn you into a slave yet? Has he fucked you already?" I ask, stepping closer to Evan. He stands on his tippy toes, still pressed against the door like that'll get him further away from me. Cute, as always. "N-No, unlike you" Evan squeaks, breathing heavily.

"Baby, c'mon" I chuckle, cupping Evan's face and smiling. "Were you really my slave? I didn't make you do anything you didn't want to, huh?" I point out, raising an eyebrow. Evan shakes in my hold. "You had sex with me when I didn't want it, you made me submit" Evan squeaks out, making me growl.

"Of course you fucking wanted it, bitch, I'm your husband" I hiss, pressing my body against Evan's. Evan's eyes widen further and start to gloss over with tears, which makes me scoff. "Please, go ahead and cry. Either way, I am taking you home with me and you are staying there this time"

Evan shakes his head and tries to push me away again, but I grab his wrist and twist his arm. He whimpers when I squeeze the bruise already there and I huff. "Now c'mon, get in the car" I say, yanking Evan into the back and flicking on the child lock before doing the same to the other back door.

Evan looks back and forth between the doors, pressing himself against the seat as his chest rises and falls rapidly. I climb into the front and drive off, looking in the back view mirror to see tears rolling down Evan's face as he has a panic attack. "Honestly, I don't know why you're scared. I'm your husband" I snort.