William went straight to where he suspected he'd find him. The casino floor. Intent on confronting him. Xander Harris III. The son of a bitch that had ruined his life. His marriage.

William wasn't sure what he was going to do. All he knew is that he needed to look him in the eye. And ask him what the hell he was playing at.

"Son of a bitch," William muttered. Getting angrier and angrier. "Cocksucker. Motherfucker."

William was almost in a fury by the time he found him. This time, he was at a crowded roulette table. The two women he'd seen earlier were back at his side.

The billionaire was watching patiently. As others tried their hand and failed. The pile of the chips with the croupier grew bigger and bigger.

Xander took no notice of him. No, the billionaire was eyeing the other women at the table. Most of them were drop dead gorgeous. And on the arms of what looked like affluent men.

William found himself wondering.

Was he searching for his next victim? His next Buffy?

The thought of it – what the billionaire had done to him and to Buffy and that some poor sod was next – left William enraged.

William burst forward. Through the crowd.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw two huge flashes of bulk. Xander's guards had spotted him. And were already moving to intercept him. William suspected he would only get one good shot.

He decided to go with an overhand right. Straight to the billionaire's jaw. Instead, William found one of the women pushed forward. Straight into this path. Someone let out a scream.

Oh no, William thought. He attempted to pull the punch. But it was too late. Oh god, no.

Things seemed to slow down now. William watched as his fist came closer and closer to the woman's face. At the last moment, a meaty paw intercepted his hand.

Then, William was enveloped by a mountain of flesh. And on the floor. Being pressed down. He could barely breathe, let alone move.

William looked up. To see the billionaire looking down with him. Now, his eyes were contemptuous. Xander shook his head.

"You should have gone for the uppercut mate," the billionaire sneered. "Take him away."

William found himself hauled to his feed. Like a child. By now, Xander was addressing the crowd.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the billionaire said. "I do apologise for the incident. But there's nothing to worry about. Everything is in hand. And drinks are on me."

Now, the crowd let out a cheer.

"Son of a bitch," William swore. As he was hustled off the floor by Xander's guards. "You motherfuckers. I'll kill you. I'll…."

William was taken to a backroom. Where he was sat down in a chair. And handcuffed to the table. One of the guards left. While the other one waited. William looked around. He was in a dank backroom. A holding area. There was not a camera in sight.

William found himself growing antsy. He didn't know how much time had passed. There was no clock available.

"Hey," William said. To the guard. "What time is it?"

The guard, a mountain of a man, ignored him. He just looked straight ahead.

William tried to place his face. Was he one of the guards who'd been in Xander's penthouse?

William decided to try again.

"How long have I been in here?" he asked. "Huh? You can't just keep me in here, mate."

Again, the guard said nothing.

William waited for what seemed like an eternity. He kept staring at the door. Waiting for someone – anyone to walk through. Hotel security. The police. But no one did.

Suddenly, it occurred to William.

I'm here. In a bloody backroom. Unable to move. To do anything. No one knows where I am. Including Buffy. I could be here all bloody night.

Where is he? William thought. Why isn't he here? Taunting me? Rubbing it in my face?

Then, it struck William. Buffy was upstairs. In their hotel room. Alone. Probably worried about him. Something that Xander, if hadn't known already, probably knew already.

Now, it occurred to William. The possibility that the billionaire had gone upstairs. And was, at this very moment, in his hotel room. With his wife.

William rose out of his chair. Only to find himself reminded that he was handcuffed to the table. And unable to move.

No, William thought. No, no, no, no.

Meanwhile….

Buffy was in the dining room of their hotel suite. She'd changed into her bathrobe now. And was finishing up the champagne before hitting bed. There was no point letting it go to waste. Right?

Just then, she heard three loud knocks on the door.

"Goddamnit Will," she muttered. "If you're gonna storm out, at least have the decency to take the goddamn hotel room key."

Buffy walked to the door in a huff. Then opened it.

Only to find Xander standing there. The billionaire was leaning against the frame of the doorway. In an expensive suit.

"Hey Buff," he said. Softly.

"Xander," Buffy said. Her voice rising an octave. Her eyes widening. "Hey. Hi."

"Expecting someone else?" the billionaire asked. Slightly rakishly.

"I…I wasn't expecting company," Buffy said.

Suddenly, Buffy realized that she was in a bathrobe. And wearing nothing underneath. She ran a nervous hand through her slightly unkempt blonde locks.

"I can see that," Xander said. "Don't worry. You look sensational. As always."

Buffy didn't know what to say. So, she dropped her eyes.

"Can I come in?" the billionaire asked.

Buffy now looked up at him. And bit her lip.

"I don't think that's a good idea," Buffy said. Softly. "Will is… he's really upset."

Xander now sighed.

"I know," he said.

Buffy's eyebrows raised. In surprise.

"That's actually what I need talk to you about," Xander said.

"Did…did Will do something?" Buffy asked.

"A lot," Xander said. "A lot more than you know."

Buffy now did a double take.

"What does that mean?" Buffy asked.

Folding her arms across herself.

"We should talk," Xander said. "Inside. Ten minutes. Please."

Buffy considered it.

"Five minutes," she said. She stepped back now. Allowing Xander to enter.

The billionaire now stepped forward. And, smirking slightly, shut the door behind him.