'I often wonder, just how much you can press he human psyche, before it snaps. Is it different for some people? The amount of stimulus they can take? Where does that fine point between 'sanity' and 'insanity' lie, and just how far can he be pushed before he's teetering over the edge?

'There I go again... thinking about him. It's not time for him yet. Not nearly. He should be out of my mind until the time is right to go back to him. To show him the new me.'

Eve's starteling green eyes opened, shining in the sunlight of her luxurious bedroom.

'1st mistake: Letting me go. Left up to my own devices, you never know just quite what I'm capable of. 2nd mistake: Thinking I wouldn't come back. Thinking I wouldn't want solace. A year can change a person, Eiri, lets see just how much you've--

'No! Not now! Be patient. You are Eve. Right now. In this moment, you are Eve. The beautiful, mysterious politican's fiance. You have an idenity to uphold. A mask to wear. 3rd mistake: Pissing me off.'

She sat up, a grin on her still tan, beautiful face.

'Never piss a woman off and give her power. Hell hath no fury...'

"Oh, so you're awake."

Eve raised her eyes to meet the blue ones in front of her.

'There it is. Everyday, he greets me with that stupid happy grin of his. His teeth are all white, and perfect, he's always smiling. Always happy. This baka named Jon.'

Jon scooted his firm, boxer clad body next to hers, his robe sliding off his shoulders and his skin brushing against Eve's.

"Good morning, Sweetheart."

'Till death do us part, huh? Not a bad idea.'

Jon leaned in for a kiss, and Eve turned away.

"Oh, you can't still be mad about me being late to dinner last night?"

'Moron. I'd completely forgotten about that. Never give a woman reason to guilt you.'

Eve turned away again. Jon settled for a kiss on her shoulder.

"I thought we made up for that--."

'Yeah, with a whole 15 minuets of sex. With looks like these, you'd think he'd be a god. But I spend a lot of time faking. Hm. That's funny. I never had to fake it with--

'Stop it! Not now!'

Jon's kisses traveled up to Eve's neck, his fingers running through her now blonde hair.

'He loves me. He's head-over-heels in love with me. So madly he can't see the truth. That I'm using him. That when I get ready, I'll cast him aside like a used tissue. He loves my body. Every curve and patch of skin. The dip of my hips, the sway in them when I walk. My flat stomach that he rests his head on. This soft grin. These green eyes. The mystery that lies behind them. He loves the new Eve I've created. He knows nothing of the former me. He loves this illusion. This form.'

"Go away." She told him

'He looks up at me. Such harsh words so early in the morning. But as long as they come from these red lips he loves them. I frown, almost feeling bad.'

"I have to get dressed." She amends

'He's nodding and bowing like some idiot.'

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Jon replied "I guess you are still a little mad." He sighs, sliding off the bed "Hell hath no fury..."

'He leaves, heeding my command. This never fails to make me smile. Having a powerful lover wiling to do my every order is a power trip you can't being to imagine. As I slide out of my large comfy bed, and into my huge bathroom, I realize just how good I've got it.

'I'm giving everything away. I'm risking it all.

'The shower spray is cold today. I don't understand why. I turned it on hot, but it still doesn't warm my bones.

Nothing does, except for him.'

"I will have you back. I will have my revenge."

'Hell hath no fury...'

"I will reach out and clasp you--."

'Hell hath no fury...'

"You won't get away this time."

'Hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn.'