Note: I've finally figured out what I'm going to do with Cole and Liz besides their relationship and when Phoebe will find everything out. So I'll be starting that in this chapter and it does get a little dark, there will be some abuse mentioned and alluded to but it won't be graphic or front and center. So just be aware of that. Hope everyone enjoys this chapter.

Chapter 4

Next Morning; Phoebe & Cole's Condo

Phoebe, still lying in bed, waited for the tell-tale signs of Cole leaving for work. Picking up his keys and his brief case, then hearing his shoes walk across carpet then the tile in front of the elevator and finally the generic ding of the elevator reaching their floor and Cole getting into it.

Last night she had stayed up until nearly midnight waiting for Cole to return from taking Liz home. She didn't give the impression she was awake and waiting for him, choosing to feign sleep, but she made note of the time before he entered their bedroom.

However since Cole slept on the couch after arriving home she didn't have to pretend long. After he left that morning she stayed in bed for a moment. Turning around she faced Cole's side of the bed or what use to be his side if he still slept next to her, which he hadn't for a few weeks. Damn, today it had reached more than just a few weeks, it's been two months now since he slept beside her.

Sitting up Phoebe tossed the quilt aside and swung her legs out of bed. She didn't have to go into work till noon, the paper was finishing up the last of the remodeling to the office, the new owner of the paper didn't like the look of the old newspaper room, and they couldn't have the people who worked at the paper getting in the way.

She went about her normal routine, albeit a little slower than normal, coffee, breakfast and finally a shower. When she got out of the shower she donned her large pink terrycloth robe and sat on the unmade bed in her bedroom.

Phoebe didn't know how long she sat there but it couldn't have been long, her coffee was still a bit warm. Am I really going to do this? She thought to herself. Having decided, while in the shower, to snoop through Cole's things. It only took her a moment to answer her silent question. Absolutely.

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Liz's Apartment

"I'm late. I'm late. I'm so fucking late." Liz said to an empty room, dressed in only her underwear and bra, with a blue terry cloth towel on her head, as she ran toward the bathroom.

Last night, after Cole left, she completely forgot to set her alarm to wake her up at her normal four-thirty. It drove her bonkers to be late, guess it's a good thing she's sleeping with the boss. His form of punishment would be much more pleasurable than other employers.

Unraveling her hair from the towel Liz scrubbed her almost black wet hair. As it dried it would lighten up to her normal dark brown but until then it'd stay black. Not for the first time she wondered what she would look like with midnight black hair but she quickly tossed that thought aside. Phoebe was currently sporting a short black hairstyle and the last thing she wanted was to remind Cole of Phoebe when he was with her.

Frustrated Liz tossed the towel on the bathroom floor. All she'd have time for would be a quick blow dry and then she'd put her hair up in a pony tail, no time to do anything fancy. This was one of the few times she wished to be evil, then she could use personal gain spells without consequences. Unfortunately if she dared use a spell to dry and style her hair it would most likely make her hair fall out or turn some weird unnatural color, no thank you.

Next she hurried through her make-up routine, and then rushed through the hallway and down to her bedroom. Grabbing a dress from the closet she set it flat on the bed. She put on nude thigh highs, picked up which heels she'd wear, and then went back to her dress.

As she stepped one leg into the opening of the dress, she heard a shimmer behind her and then— "You're late."

"Tell me something I don't know." Liz chuckled

"You're gorgeous." Cole rumbled sexily behind her.

Smirking, she tossed Cole an amused glance over her shoulder. "I said something I don't know." She winked and lifted the straps of her dress up onto her shoulders. Before she could ask Cole to zip her up, he came up behind her and eased his hands into the opening of her dress and lightly touched her stomach with his warm hands.

Cole kissed the nape of her neck as he gently explored her torso. The two cuddled and kissed for a few moments enjoying the quiet together, until they both looked at her bedside clock and the rush to get to work hit them again.

Grabbing her things Liz hurried out her front door with Cole following close behind. As usual they kissed goodbye quickly when they got to the garage floor and then split off getting into their cars; they rarely went to work in the same car together. Within a minute they were on the road, headed toward Cole's office.

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Underworld

"Well?" A sultry feminine voice questioned the trembling minion standing in front of her desk.

"I have what you asked for." His voice shook. In the human world he would be feared for his size alone. However his physical appearance meant almost nothing when it came to full blooded demons like his mistress in front of him. Although the demonic minion stood at a towering six foot four and had sculpted muscles that would make humans pause and think twice about having a confrontation with him, demonically he was weak. His mother was fully human and his father had only a third of a low-level tracker demon.

His mistress, Talinia or Tally, turned around in her chair and took the outstretched file from his hands. "This is who he spends his time with?" She traced the photo of the young woman.

"Yes. He has been seen with her quite a bit." He had taken the photos of Belthazor with all the people he was in constant contact with. His fiancée, his employees, the people who work beside him, his fiancée's family, and anyone who had spent more than a few spare minutes with. One person that started popping up more often than the fiancée was his secretary and fiancée's cousin.

"Well, it seems Belthazor has been a naughty demon." Tally laughed cruelly. Her shoulder length blonde hair glittered in the firelight from the torches around the office.

"What would you like me to do?"

Tally paused and leaned back, taking in the disappointingly human male in front of her. "Same thing you're doing now. I want more pictures and information. Anything and everything, especially more pictures of this woman and Belthazor together." She held up the picture of the fiancée's cousin.

"Yes mistress." Mark stood stock still, Talinia hadn't dismissed him yet, he knew if he left before that there would be more hell to pay.

Tally stared at him coolly. "You know what I require human." It was an insult to a demon, even one as minor as Mark to be called 'human'.

He fought with himself to not clench his teeth. Any show of anger wouldn't be good for him, at least not in front of his mistress. "Yes mistress." As he had done hundreds of times before he stripped out of his clothes, tossing them to the side. He then made his way to behind her desk and got on his knees in front of her.

She ran a sharpened nail down his chiseled cheek and smirked evilly. "That's a good boy." Tally brought her legs up and draped them over his shoulders. "You know what I want. Earn your keep."

He nodded, took a deep breath, and did as she demanded.

TBC