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"Christine," he sighed. "I've been trying to call you for an hour now." She looked across to her cellphone realising she had changed her number, just so he wouldn't call her.

"Christine, whose that at the door?" Erik called, appearing out of nowhere. She looked at him and recognition showed on the half of his face that was visible.

"Raoul Chaney." He spat, putting his arm around Christine's waist. "You're the woman hitting wonder. I should have figured." Raoul looked at Christine, hurt flashing on his features. If he expected her to stick up for him, then he was wrong, wrong, wrong.

"Erik Desslar." He hissed angrily. "I would have thought you'd still be killing people to earn your money." Christine looked at both of them, shocked.

"You guys know each other?"

"You could say." Erik replied, still keeping his eyes on Raoul. "We used to be...acquaintances, until I realised how low he was."

"Speaking of acquaintances, what are you doing with your arm around my girlfriend?" Raoul asked, glaring at the hand on Christine's waist

"Oh love," Erik looked at her, and she saw the slight glint of amusement in his eyes. "Surely you told him we're engaged?" He grabbed her hand, making sure the ring glinted under the light.

Raoul turned white to an ugly red. He pushed past Christine, knocking her to the floor in his haste to get to Erik. But suddenly Raoul wasn't running towards Erik, Erik had him against the wall with his hands around his neck, squeezing.

"If you ever, ever touch my Christine like that again, you won't live to see another day." He squeezed again, then let go, watching as Raoul slid down the wall, before getting up and scrambling out. He turned at the door, vowing, "I will kill you, you hideous abomination. And as for you," He turned to a trembling Christine. "I will make you want me, and being stuck with that you'll be back to me within a week." Erik simply growled and shut the door on his face, turning and embracing Christine tightly. Her legs gave way, making him swoop down and pull her tighter to him, wrapping her legs around his waist. He placed a gentle kiss on her lips, before his lips covered every exposed piece of flesh he could find. She moaned, panting Erik's name. "Erik, please...we, uhf, have...to stop!"

"Or we could just carry on where we left, before that imbecile interrupted us."

"How do you know Raoul, Erik?"

He sighed, sitting them both down on her second hand sofa.

"Raoul is...well known in the underworld." He looked at her, seeing the shock register her features.

"Are you well known in the underworld?" She asked, timidly.

"I used to be. Raoul is one of the top drug dealers in the USA. It's hard to find someone more sneakier than him. He used to go from girl to girl, and obviously because you didn't throw yourself on the bed spread eagle, he thought you were a challenge."

"No, we used to be best friends when we were little, but then he became infatuated with me, even asking my father if he could marry me a day after he came back into my life!"

"Exactly. You were a challenge." He sighed. "I best go. I've got lots of work to catch up with."

"No Erik!" She called out, jumping off the couch. "Don't leave me, what if he comes back?" She looked fearfully toward the front door.

"Come and stay with me for a while, we'll have fun. We can even invite meg around if you want."

"Yes, I'd like that very much." She walked towards her room. "Let me go and pack some stuff."

"Oh, I've got everything you need there. I took the liberty of buying you a new wardrobe considering all you wear is jumpers."

"Okay," she sighed. Not even having the energy to be angry with him, "I'll get some underwear and stuff then."

He laughed, a smile spreading over his face, "Like I said, Christine. I've got everything you need at my home. It be different to your choice of clothing and underwear," he emphasised the word, smirking. "But I know I will appreciate it, greatly."

Christine rolled her eyes, fighting the blush. How did he even know her bra size? "Let's go." Was all she said, walking towards the door.

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The drive to Erik's kept giving Christine déjà vu, she had been engaged to Erik for nearly 2weeks and yet she felt like she had been with him forever. What she couldn't determine, was whether that was a good thing or a bad thing.

Stepping out of the car as soon as it had stopped Christine walked inside, once again admiring the decor of the home. The house workers and cleaners were busy; scrubbing the marvel floors, polishing mirrors and dusting the corners of all the rooms.

"Come on Christine, you can change in our room, we're going out this evening. I have a meeting to attend to over tea and would be grateful if you would attend." He didn't mean it as a question however, for her thrust her into the large walk in closet, shutting the doors firmly behind him, reminding her she had an hour to get ready.

Looking through the closets, Christine blushed. Lingerie seemed to be his favourite thing to buy for her, with shocking g-strings, revealing bras and teddy garments that were highly inappropriate for Christine, as she found her eyes darting away from them. How was she supposed to wear one, when she could barely look at the damned things!

However, Erik expected her to change and she wanted to impress his business partner by showing that Erik was capable of having a pretty girl on his arm. So she grabbed a red g-string and a matching red, lacy bra and put on a tight dress. It was blood red and very short. With no straps, her shoulders were bared and with shocking high heels, she looked no longer like the 'innocent' Christine, that Erik happened to go on about all the time. She topped off her outfit by swooping her hair into a messy bun, pulling curls down so they just touched her neck. She wore light eyeshadow and false eyelashes, which she was grateful to Erik for providing her a whole new set of makeup, topped off with red lips. She was a siren.

"Christine are you ready?" Erik shouted from outside the closet.

"Yeah, hold on." She went over to the door and opened it. "I hope I look good enough to be going this place, I don't want to give the wrong impression to your business partner." She looked at him, his mouth open and a raging fire in his eyes. She smiled, hoping it looked seductive.

"Oh god," he spoke hoarsely. "It appears that we may be late, you little siren."

"Why would we be late, Erik?" She asked feigning innocence.

"Because you deserve a good licking, Christine, that's why." He leant in for a kiss, but she pulled away subtly and made her way around him.

"I don't want to smudge my lipstick." She shrugged, sighing.

"Vixen!" He hissed, slapping her derrière. She blushed and he smirked. "But you forget, don't you Christine? I'm the big, bad wolf and you're little Red treading in my forest, and the wolf knows lots of ways to make little Red blush and squirm, as she is an innocent virgin, but she pretends to have a hold over the big, bad wolf. But the big, bad wolf is getting hungrier and hungrier and once he snaps, he will be feeling ravenous; and little Red forgets, the wolf knows the secret places in the forest," he pulled her, so that her back was against his chest, rubbing himself against her. "All the secret places where nobody would ever think of looking." She moaned, and he kissed her neck, down to her shoulder blades, sucking and biting. He made sure he left marks, he wanted everyone to know she was his.

"Come on little Red. I'm afraid we're already running late." She stared at him in disbelief, before huffing and storming out towards the stairs.