Hello everyone! I'm really glad people are finding and enjoying this story! :D Tom Hardy is just such an amazing actor and just makes these evil characteres just...actually there isn't a word. I'm a slightly twisted individual I know but I can't help it haha :) So here we go, enjoy and leave a review if you like. I love you all xoxo

-Sailor

For the rest of the week I didn't see Jack around. I was gone by seven each morning and back at six so he obviously worked in between those hours. Wednesday was laundry day for my casual clothes and delicates. The only reason it was Wednesday was because I always found myself home a tad earlier on a Wednesday. I have no idea why it just worked out like that. I would arrive at my door at 5.30. So I sat going through my organised dirty laundry. It was organised because I knew every piece of clothing that was in there. It hardly changed at all from week to week. I separated my underwear to wash separately since they were mostly synthetic and needed a cold wash. Except, I noticed something odd, I looked for my electric blue Calvin Klein thong I always wear on Thursday with my blue pencil skirt. There it wasn't. I sat back trying to think back to last Thursday…I did wear it, it would have been odd for me not to wear it. I remember distinctly putting it in the laundry basket that evening as well. It had to have been here. I went through them all again and shook the basket but nothing fell out. I checked my drawers, still nothing. I racked my brains trying to think…maybe it fell out of my bag at the gym? No because I remember having it that evening and putting it in my laundry basket like I always do. I shrugged my shoulders and grabbed the rest of the washing. I'm sure it would turn up somewhere, it would have to. It was going to bother me though until it did.

Friday evening rolled around and after I kicked my heels off I relaxed in front of the television before going up for my bath to be fresh for the weekend. I needed to go grocery shopping tomorrow that was the first thing on my list. I yawned letting all the stress of the previous week wash away and I flicked off the television after about an hour. I walked up the stairs into my en suite bathroom and turned the taps. Water gushed out and filled the tub. Just as I had opened my shirt, I noticed the gold hot tap start to spit water instead of gush like a few minutes ago. It spat a bit more before stopping completely while the cold tap just kept going. I switched off both taps immediately before switching them back on, but nothing came out. I switched on the ones in the sink and it was the same. There was cold water but no hot water. I switched the water from the boiler and switched it back on but nothing. I also noticed there was a hissing noise coming from the boiler when I turned the switch. I sighed angrily balling my fists. I wouldn't be able to fix this. Then I remembered…Jack, he said he knew a bit about plumbing. I looked at the clock, it was 8.30 on a Friday evening and I doubt he was going to come out now. But I suppose first thing tomorrow morning wouldn't be a problem. I could just let him know; see if he can drop by tomorrow at some stage. I could live without hot water for one night. I went downstairs to the kitchen and dialled the number from his card that pinned to my noticeboard. After a few rings, someone answered but they didn't say anything.

"Jack?"

I heard a slight grunt coming from the other end. I looked over the number again; it was the right one alright.

"Jack? It's Rebecca Walsh…you know my neighbour has you doing his fencing?"

"Ah…yes Rebecca" he purred slowly, in that low gravely tone that gave me shivers.

"Yea…listen I seem to be having some trouble with my hot water. I don't really know what the problem is, the hot water was coming out and then it just stopped"

"Ah…right…is it working anywhere in the house?"

I looked around and turned the kitchen tap just to make sure. Nothing came out.

"No, it's not working anywhere. The cold water is coming out fine"

"Any other problems?"

"Em, yea there is actually. The boiler seems to be hissing a lot"

"Right…" he said letting the word drag out a bit.

"Well I mean I'm not calling to get you out right now. I understand you have a life and it's late on a Friday evening so I mean could you come at any point in the next few days? I understand you probably have a lot of work to do"

The phone went silent again and I looked at it making sure I hadn't hung up accidently. Then I heard his laboured breathing on the other end.

"I can come…anytime you like" he said in an arduous tone.

"Oh well em…" I said glancing up at one of my many planners on my noticeboard.

"I can come right now if you need me that badly"

"Well…I mean if you're not busy. I don't want to be calling you away from your family or anything"

"Trust me it's fine. I'll be there in about 20 minutes is that ok?"

"That's perfect. Are you sure I'm not getting in the way of your plans?"

"No darling, this fits perfectly into my plans" he said after a long breath.

"Ok…well I'll see you soon"

I heard him grunt again and the line went dead.

Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang. I stubbed out my cigarette and tied my bath robe around me a bit more before answering. Jack stood there, soaked from the rain with his tool belt around him and his toolbox in his hand.

"Oh God c'mon in Jack, you're soaked!" I said opening the door fully to let him in.

"It's alright"

"No listen, give me your shirt and I'll put it in the dryer for you"

He sniffed looking around before looking at me. He smiled and unbuttoned his shirt. I felt a pulse radiate through my whole body watching reveal his hardened body. His muscular arms were entwined with tattoos, each bigger and more vicious than the last one.

"Which bathroom did you notice the water stop from first?"

"The…the en suite in my room" I said my lips slightly numb. "Just let me put this in the dryer and I'll bring you up"

I walked briskly into the kitchen and in through the utility room and chucked his shirt in my dryer and turning it on a fast cycle. I went back out and he stood there staring into my eyes as I approached him.

"What if your husband comes home from work and finds you with a man with no shirt on" he whispered leaning in towards my ear.

"Don't worry, he won't be home for hours" I said walking up the stairs.

"Let's go price the job" he said walking up after me. I heard him grunt slightly from behind me but I took no notice.

"It's just in there" I said pointing to my en suite bathroom. He took off his cap, threw it down beside him as he knelt at the bathtub. I sat on my bad watching him work. He unscrewed the gold tap and peered into it.

"You turn the water off yourself?"

"Yea"

"You don't need a husband" he laughed. "So where is he?"

"Out for a few Friday drinks after work"

I never told anyone I lived on my own, a woman on her own in a house? That's a recipe for disaster.

He nodded and chewed his gum. Then I heard the phone ring from downstairs. He looked at me as I got up.

"I'll be two minutes"

He grunted slightly and his eyes followed me as I walked out. It was someone from work bothering me about depositions. I told her I couldn't talk right now and I'd ring her when I was finished. I still didn't trust leaving him in the house without my supervision. I walked back up the stairs, my feet silent against the carpet and peered in. He had his back to me looking through my drawers.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing" he said but bold as brass, he didn't move.

"Jack" I said more sternly walking over until I was only a few steps behind him.

He turned around, and it was only then I saw he had a massive erection.

"Jack" I said blushing slightly, trying to avoid looking at him.

His lower jaw trembled a bit and his smile died. His dark eyes hit mine as he reached out and grabbed my hand holding it against his crotch as a low grunt came from his chest and a gasp from mine. Half of me was scared, half of me was extremely turned on. I can't really hide it; I was clearly a sick and twisted individual. I know I shouldn't have been, but when your life ticks over like clockwork, a bit of excitement and danger goes a long way. Looking back, I should have known better. But then he grabbed a fist full of my dressing gown and pushed me down on my bed and I got a horrible feeling in my gut. He climbed on top of me leaning down until his face was touching mine. He pulled my robe open but just observed. A strenuous breath left his chest as he ran his thumb over my nipple. He grinded his erection against my crotch slowly and I had to fight every instinct I had that was telling me to wrap my legs around his waist. He growled down at me and his bottom jaw recoiled up and down. He stuck his tongue out of his mouth slightly as he leaned down and ran it over my breast. I couldn't stop the groan that came screaming from my system. A disgusting grin came across his face and I waited in anticipation for what was coming next. His breath felt hot on my face but then his eyes clenched together and a growl came from between his lips. I subconsciously opened my legs a bit…but he lifted himself off me and went back into the bathroom and continued fiddling with the taps like nothing happened. I sat up on the bed and closed my robe wondering if what had just happened was just in my head. He screwed the tap back on, walked out and switched the water back on before returning. It was like what had just happened didn't even register with him. He switched on the hot tap and the water ran freely filling up the tub.

"I'm finished" he mumbled.

"Em…great thanks" I said still slightly stunned.

"Can I have my shirt?"

"What? O yea…yea of course" I said heading for the stairs.

Jack followed me all the way into the utility room and stood behind me as I bent down to retrieve his shirt. Another grunt came from his mouth as I straightened back up.

"I appreciate that" he said throwing it over his back.

"What do I owe you?"

He walked out to the door but turned back as I stood still dazed in the doorway.

"Nah baby, it's ok. Any more problems with that you give me a call" he purred. "And tell your husband he's not to be leavin' you here all on your own at night. Don't know who could be lurking around" he winked before closing the door. I leaned against the wall trying to decipher what had just happened, feeling slightly frustrated in the pit of my stomach. Hopefully something else in my house will break soon.