The past two days had been torture. Since the night in the bedroom, Conrad had barely noticed Victoria. He barely spoke to her. He barely looked at her. That was what hurt her the most.

She hadn't expected sex to fix all their problems. She knew it was a temporary fix but it meant something to her. But after two days of being shut out, she was realizing that it didn't mean much to anything. Ordinarily, she would throw a fit and demand his attention while refusing to give him any of hers, but today was different. Today was her father in law's funeral. Her stubbornness had reared its head, forcing her to keep her promise of doing anything she could to help Conrad.

She had straightened her hair because Edward had always preferred her hair straight. She doubted Conrad would pick up on it. Many of Victoria and Edward's inside jokes and stories went unnoticed by Conrad. He didn't even know the half of their bond. She let a few tears escape as she got dressed, choosing a black dress and black heels.

She made her way into his bedroom, bracing herself for the worst. She found him tying his tie in front of the mirror.

"You ready?" He said, heading to the door. Victoria nodded quietly, following him out of the room. After withholding sex for so long, Victoria had gotten used to the way Conrad complimented and charmed her. She wasn't used to her appearance going unnoticed. As they made their way to the car she couldn't help big wonder if she had made a mistake by having sex with him. She couldn't decide on an answer, but mistake or not she didn't regret it.

Immediately after the funeral, Charlotte and Daniel returned to their busy lives leaving their parents alone once again.

Victoria braced herself for another silent car ride home.

"It was a beautiful service." She offered. Conrad looked at her, but didn't respond. He hated when people said that. He hated that he had said goodbye to his father. He hated that Victoria looked so good that the entire funeral all he thought about was her. He hadn't known what to say to her after their encounter. He hadn't meant to be so rough with her, but couldn't apologize without her thinking he regretted the entire thing. As a result, he hadn't mentioned it at all. He meant to keep from hurting her, but as a result he hurt her just as badly, maybe even worse.

Unable to handle her silence, Victoria scooped his head in her hands, forcing his lips to meet hers. He lifted her with ease, dropping her on his lap. He grabbed her hips, lifting her up and down faster and faster. Victoria was glad his hands were holding her steady or else she was certain that she would have fallen to the floor. She felt him push her down deeper as he hit his peak. She barely had time to climb off before the driver opened the door. She felt herself blush at what he could have seen had he been a few minutes earlier.

Conrad walked into the door behind Victoria without saying a word.

"I need a drink." Victoria said as she walked into his study. She expected him to go to his room, but when she turned around he was behind her. She offered him the glass but he shook his head. The desire in his eyes made her breathing ragged and he wasn't even touching her yet.

"What's wrong?" He asked, aware of her breathing.

"Nothing."

Conrad slid his hand up her leg and underneath her panties. She could feel the blush spread across her whole body.

"What do you want?" He asked, hoping that she'd beg for it.

"To make you feel better." She said, moving away from him. He couldn't help but wonder if she always swayed her hips that way or if it was for his benefit. Either way, he grabbed her, moving her across the room and dropping her on the couch. He quickly removed her panties, moving down towards the foot of the couch.

"I want to take care of you. I want to make you feel better," she pleaded between breaths.

Conrad moved his lips to her, tasting parts of her he hadn't tasted in ages. Despite being separated for so long, Conrad found the same familiarity with her. She felt like home to him, and the idea that she would give herself to him so willingly only encouraged him more. He continued, kissing and licking until she couldn't take it anymore.

"I should go change," Victoria said, trying half heartedly to fix her hair. Conrad grabbed her wrist.

"Stay with me." She looked at him, unsure how to react. "Please, Victoria."

She sighed, but curled up next to him. He wrapped an arm around her and used his other arm to play with her hair. The two sat like that in his study for a long time, neither needing to say a word.