Ararat Park Hyatt Hotel, Moscow-09:35 pm (American Time)

Albert Wesker's POV

I looked down at Alexander James. My he has changed, now a board member of both WilPharma and TRICELL. He is high up, and right now he is sitting on a bar stool with nothing but a small black throw pillow to cover his dignity. His eyes kept rolling as he sat there trying to get out of his stupor. I rolled my eyes behind my blacked out lenses and quickly looked over my shoulder to see Ada gently closing the door to Evelyn's room. She looked over to me and scowled.

"How is she?" Chris quickly asked, why did he care so much? If anything he had the capacity to hate Evelyn as much as he hates me.

"She's fine; she's having a shower then joining us. He's not looking so good." Ada stated as she looked down at Alexander James. Chris sighed and gripped the bridge of his nose. I rolled my eyes again as he gave a heavy sigh.

"I think Wesker may have thrown him to hard against the wall." Of course, my lip curled into an ugly snarl. If I hadn't done anything in that room, he would have easily killed Chris with a single hit, Alexander James is trained to kill, much like Evelyn. Chris Redfield wouldn't have a chance. I took one step towards Chris and in that single step I was toe to toe with him glaring him down.

" Do not blame my actions, my priorities were making sure that Evelyn was not harmed by him, yours are obvious, you just want information." suddenly Chris Redfield did something very unexpected.

He shoved me back. It was so unexpected I stumbled slightly. I pulled my black tinted lenses away from my eyes and looked at Chris Redfield dead in the eye, my chest heaved. How dare he? He knew I could snap his neck in less than a second yet he was willing to play with a raging bull?

"Don't you ever think that I don't care about Evelyn, I was the one who dragged her through those vent. I was the one who had her blood all over me! If anything I wish she had died rather than to have anything to do with you! But No! The idea of her dying in there was much worse than that!" suddenly a door slammed closed behind us.

Alexander James finally twitched to life beneath our gaze. As I twisted around to see Evelyn emerge from her room. Once again the fabric of her dark grey jeans hugged her curves and a simple V-neck shirt was all she wore onto but it showed off her ample assets wonderfully. But as soon as my eyes met her, no hell hath fury like a woman's scorn, was the best way to describe the look she shared between me and Chris.

"If you haven't both noticed our guest has seen your little tirade." She gestured to both of us as she dried her dark slick hair on a bleach white hand towel.

"Yes well it seems that Chris Redfield decided to grow some balls in that very second." I said between clenched teeth as I looked away from Evelyn and down at Alexander James. He sat there smirking, which I just rolled my eyes at.

"You know that people will be looking for me right now." He said cockily as he sat there with nothing but a pillow to cover him. Suddenly Evelyn stepped forward and rested the palms of her hands on his open thighs, she gently drummed his hard sharp nails against the sensitive flesh there.

"The problem with what you're saying is, is that you've only been gone an hour if anything, your colleges still think your with Natasha Koffski." His smirk soon vanished from his mouth, and his eyes were filled with dread. To the world he is enjoying sex with Natasha Koffski; to us he's been taken hostage for information.

The problem with that line of thought is that all I could see through a red tint was what I saw the second I burst through that door into Evelyn's room. Her underneath Alexander James' naked body seconds before making loud moans and groans of pleasure for him.

My hands balled up into fists at the image. I turned away from Evelyn and watched from the breakfast bar as she and Chris stared down at the mostly naked board member of WilPharma and TRICELL.

Evelyn Maxwell's POV

I pushed myself away from Alexander James and looked down at me.

"It's your turn Chris, you wanted to question him." Chris nodded; as I passed him I saw something in his eyes something dark. Maybe Wesker was right maybe he had grown some balls, but the last time I checked he had some pretty big ones, and the fact that he had followed me across the world all because of a vendetta. I shook my head of past memories. Dammit Ada why did you have to ask me about him?

I could feel Wesker's eyes burn into me as I walked past him and towards the mini bar. I threw open the door causing the content to shudder with the force. The word mini did not apply to this bar, the alcohol that lay inside the fridge was about half the normal size, so still a reasonable size. I reached in and grabbed a bottle of Smirnoff Vodka, and slammed the door closed.

Wesker's demon eyes were still boring into my skin with intensity as I retreated back into my room. My job was complete here, for now. Get into the umbrella facility and get the most important man in the world right now. I dropped the bottle of Smirnoff Vodka on my bed.

I wasn't one for interrogations.

I was more of a "If you don't give me answers I will shoot you; if you do I will also shoot you." I sighed and wandered into the bathroom. I pulled the purple V-neck shirt I wore over my head, and looked down at my shoulder where Wesker's had bit me only hours before, to only see slightly discoloured skin, almost silver in pallor. I trailed my nails over the silver flesh. I undid the button of my jeans and slid them gently down my legs to see the silver scars which punctured my legs, I could still feel the iron rods through the muscle as I flexed my calf. I grasped the bathrobe handing on the back of the door of the bathroom doors. I tried up my wet hair into a bun and sighed again.

I walked into my room only to see Wesker sitting there. He sat up straight, still taller than me even when he was sitting down, on my plush bed. My eyes went wide at the image of him sitting on my bed. It was unexpected, and right now I didn't' want to see him.

"Wesker please leave, I want to get some rest." I walked towards the door, only to grasp Wesker's much larger pale hand which was already wrapped around the door handle.

"We need to talk first dear heart." He twisted the lock quietly to not raise any alarms from people in the next room. My heart hammered in my chest, his red eyes were shadowed by his black tinted, but soon I wasn't even safe from them as he pulled away the lenses revealing the deep crimson colour of his eyes which latched onto my soul.

What did he want? What was so urgent?

I wanted to run, and I nearly did. But he put a stop to all of that. He darted towards me and pinned me against the white painted brick wall behind me. My head ricocheted off the hard wall, leaving my vision blurred, I tried to push him away, only for him to grab my wrists and pin them above my head. My chest heaved as my breath quickened. He pressed his body against mine, my vision quickly cleared. As Wesker's lips were barely centimetres away from mine.

"Did you want him?" who was he talking about? Leon? Chris? The man we are holding hostage right now?

"I heard you moaning before we broke down the door." He grip tightened on my wrists, my back arched pressing me further against him. What was he doing to me? My breathing was ragged and unbalanced.

"Do you want him?" my lips opened and closed as I begged for words to come out, but not a single one did. He watched me with his blood red eyes, he said he was a patent man but right now I could see he would quickly snap if I said the word he wanted me to say. I would always use that against him.

"I never wanted him Wesker, when I touched him, I remembered the way I touched you. When he kissed me I remembered the way you kissed Me." he snapped, as soon as those words tumbled out over my lips he snapped, his resolve was gone like a house build on sand.

His lips slammed against mine. I couldn't catch a breath as he kissed me hard, his teeth bit down on my lip, I could taste my own blood and I liked it. His tongue swiped across the closing wound capturing the taste. Two could play at that game. I pulled at his bottom lip tearing at the flesh, he groaned and pressed his hips against mine, I tasted his blood as it dripped from his lip into my mouth. His lip quickly healed, allowing him to return to kissing me. his tongue battled with mine for dominance over the situation, in the act his grip loosened on my wrists, I slid my hand away from his grip and began to trail my nails over the hard muscles of his abdomen. He groaned and hissed as my nails slightly dug in as I traced the muscles.

His hands moved down from the brick wall and wrapped around my body like I was imprisoned in a steel cage. I brought my hands up to his chest and continued to travel upwards to the nape of his neck; I pushed my hands into his perfectly styled blond hair destroying the perfect look he so well maintained.

I wanted to wallow in my victory but I couldn't, as Wesker was quickly conquering his own victory. In one swift movement, his hand pushed away the bath robe and left me in nothing but my bra and briefs. In a quick snap of his fingers behind my back, the three hooks on my bra slid over the loops undoing one of the two pieces of clothing I wore to cover my nakedness. He suddenly pulled away from me, a cunning smirk covering his lips. The cups still covered the main majority of my breasts; I looked at Wesker as he gauged my reaction to the situation.

I was going to do what he didn't expect. I pulled the silk straps down my arms and dropped the offending article of clothing at my feet. His red eyes grew wide as his pupils dilated. Shock and awe was a wonderful reaction to see in motion.