Author's Note: Chapter 13 continues like so.

He was genuinely shocked to see her at his bedroom door. He did nothing to conceal it. His swagger stood no chance at surviving the merciless assaults of true shame. Elizabeth stared at him stupidly, and in sheer horror. The least she knew she could do was look away. Better yet, she could've put her feet to good use and get away from him. He deserved to be given the chance to compose himself with dignity.

"Red, I'm so sorry," she managed instead. She wasn't sorry. Seeing him pleasure himself was magnificent. He was a man, a sexual being with desires that made his beautiful cock strain and twitch.

Her voice seemed to unleash his reflexes. Suddenly, he stood up and she was faced with his back. She could still see the force with which he zipped up his pants. He was angry, so angry for not being more alert, more careful. He couldn't recall the last time he felt so mortified. He punished his shirt for his anger and tucked it inside his pants with such aggressive force, it made Liz wince.

He tried to compose his ragged, furious breathing and faced her once more.

"Red, please say something. Please, I'm sorry," she was trying her luck and she knew it. But she didn't want him to have time to estimate the damage and find a reasonable way out. She needed him to communicate his anger and frustration right there and then before he could close himself off and leave her stranded and lovesick.

He took a few steps towards her but kept his distance. She recognised he was truly livid. So, she prepared herself for whatever words he was going to strike her with and forgave him in advance.

"You know, Elizabeth, I could've watched your husband screw you every single time you two had sex. I still have the footage, actually," he raised his eyebrows and smiled viciously like he always did when he knew his opponent stood no chance against him. "I never did," he told her bluntly. "You had no right," he breathed out and her entire being crumbled.

"Red-,"

"See yourself out. I don't want to see you in the morning," he walked past her, leaving her rooted to the spot and in agony.