A woman screams from within the bathroom. Evan's bodyguards all turn around in silent agreement. They know it's best not to watch what happens next. The bathroom is filled with hot steam And water pours down from the ceiling like rain. Everything glows in the soft, warm light of the room.

A naked woman holds her arms across her chest to cover her breasts though her back is to the door. Slowly she sinks to the floor and curls up in a corner of the tub in shock and embarrassment.

Evan walks in stomping across the floor with all the fury of an avenging angel. His gorgeous face is cast into profound shadows under the light. The woman has her back to Evan and water brushes trickle down her hair and the pristine lines of her back. Evan is furious.

"Is Avery so eager to clean herself up for a night with Andrew?" he thinks, "Why is she so nice to this man but so cruel to me?"

Evan stomps on the floor so hard he almost shatters the tiles. He grabs her shoulder and exerts a tremendous force to turn her around and push her up against the shower wall.

The woman screams and the warm water drenches Evan. He wipes the water from his eyes and sees a woman he doesn't recognize holding her chest and screaming in terror.

"Mr. Howel," her voice is innocent and anxious, like that of a young girl.

"Where is Avery?" Evan asks, glaring at her with a mixture of rage and relief.

The woman is half-frozen with fear but she manages to shake her head.

"I don't know," she stammers.

Evan frowns viciously. He seems to recognize her face from somewhere, but he can't figure out where. He pushes her away and she slowly sinks to a seated position. Evan glances quickly around the bathroom and determines that there's no hiding place.

"Sir, we've finished searching the room," Robert says, "There is no sign of Mrs. Howel."

Robert grabs a plush, white towel and hands it over to Evan to dry his hair with. Evan stalks out of the room with a foul expression on his face.

"Go to the staff dormitory and look for her there," he commands.

The storm is getting worse and worse. It's impossible to leave Pleasure city under such conditions so Evan knows Avery can't have gotten far.

"Mr. Howel, take care," Andrew says lightly but threateningly.

Evan can't help but frown upon hearing the other man's voice. He feels like Andrew has taken and dirtied something that belongs to him.

"I only just got rid of Charles Meyer and now there's Andrew Clifford," Evan thinks bitterly, "Avery's capability to cuckold me really takes me by surprise."

"Sir, Mr. Clifford is currently in an unfit state," Robert said reassuringly, "It seems he has a significant wound on his chest. So he can't do anything uhh unusual with Mrs. Howel."

"I don't need you to remind me," Evan snarls.

Evan is livid. He knows that there are no limits to a man's sexual desire, and he knows that Avery has a special ability to arouse desire. He has seen a fair share of men who would do anything to get a woman into their beds even if that meant risking their own health.

He enters Avery's dorm room and hears the sound of the shower. Avery hears her door opening and soon sees Evan staring at her in the shower with a burning desire in his eyes. Through the clear, plastic shower curtain, Avery watches the proud Evan walk toward her slowly and deliberately. He leans against the bathroom door, his fire in his eyes.

"How did you get in?" she asks cooly.

Her strength is almost exhausted from the battle with the lion and her argument with Andrew. She just wanted to enjoy a nice hot shower before dealing with anything else. Evan turned up faster than she imagined.

Evan comes a few steps closer, "I do as I like."

"Don't come any closer," Avery warns.

She grabs a bath towel to cover her body because the desire in Evan's eyes scares her.

"I like that modesty," Evan says hungrily, "After we've done it so many times, you're still as coy as a virgin."

"I'm quite the opposite," Avery says as she tucks the towel tightly, "I hate the way you are. No matter how many women you've been with, you insist on being a hypocrite, acting as if every time is the first time."

Evan grabs Avery and pulls her to him

"I've only been with you, and you alone," he says intently.

"Aren't you worried your pants are on fire?" Avery asks mockingly.

She pushes him away and turns the shower off, but he grabs her ferociously. The evening has not gone according to his plan. He wanted to use Lisa to make Avery jealous, but instead, he finds himself pissed off by her interaction with Andrew Clifford.

The moment he saw her in the shower in one piece he felt his anger evaporate into the air. Now all he wants it to be nice to her and make it up to her.

"You smell nice," he murmurs.

He lowers his head to her neck and deeply inhales the scent of her body. Avery lifts her foot aiming for his groin, but Evan grabs her leg instead and wrapped it around his waist. Evan holds her tightly. He can't wait to remove her towel and caress her breasts.

"Are you still mad at me?" Evan asks.

He tilts her chin upwards and lowers his head to kiss her.

"Why would I be mad?" she asks, "On the contrary, I'm glad to see someone sharing the burden with me. I've been dreaming of the day when you'll finally replace me for years."

"You're mad at me," Evan says accusingly.

He lowers his head to rub his stubble against Avery's shoulder as a punishment. "Does that mean you care for me?" he asks in a hoarse voice.

"I've told you I don't. Do you need me to remind you that we're parting on good terms in six months? I'd hardly get jealous over you preparing some backups."

"You're being deliberately difficult, aren't you?" Evan asks roughly.

Avery's comments annoy Evan so much that he suddenly presses Avery's shoulder tightly to the wall.

"You know we're still legally married for six months, and I have to remind you that you're still my wife for every single day and night of those six months."

He removes Avery's towel, adjusts her leg around his waist, unzips his trousers and prepares to take her against the wall. Avery felt butterflies in her stomach at the thought of Lisa spending time with Evan, of her hands wandering all over Evan's. The thought made her feel a jealous desire for Evan, and that jealous desire scares her. She tries as hard as she can to push him away and prevent him from kissing her. Evan thrusts wildly toward her, but she squirms and he misses her.

In the heat of the moment, she grabs a lotion bottle to hit him. Then she pushes him away to run from the bathroom. She is in a hurry and the floor is slippery and she falls down hard. Despite the pain, she struggles to get up. Before she can climb to her feet, Evan grabs her and throws her onto the bed.

The small bed starts to shake; it can't bear the weight of both of them. Evan opens his shirt, revealing his robust chest and the gauze on the wounds on his back.

"How odd that Evan still has this unstoppable beastly desire even after suffering such a terrible injury," Avery thinks.