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Title: Rumor Has It {17}*

Chris Evans x Famous Reader Uriah “Riah” Tyler

Warning: Plot, Heavy cursing, HEAVY, HEAVY ANGST, Mild Time Jumps, MILD NSFW, LOTS OF WORDS, Triggering Sexual Assault Content

DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE EASILY STRESSED!!

DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY TEXTBOOK SEXUAL ASSAULT CONTENT BY DUBIOUS MEANS ON A MENTALLY INCAPACITATED INDIVIDUAL!!

Word Count: 6K

Summary: You and Chris have been married for four years after a whirlwind romance. You are both happy and trying to navigate marriage in the public eye while balancing your successful careers. In the entertainment industry, not everything is as it seems, the flash of a camera lens impairs vision. As scandal and flashing lights put a strain on your once fairytale marriage is it possible your Hollywood marriage can stand the test of the rumor mill?

**Inspired by a video seen of Chris and his co-star Ana De Armas on their press tour for Knives Out at TIFF where she kept touching his chest and face standing about five inches apart.

NOTE: DO NOT COME FOR ME.

**Loosely Edited/Proofread**

**Interactive**

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-Chris-

In the last two weeks, he’d become a shell of himself. His life drastically changed. What was him working and traveling almost nonstop turned into him having a lot of time on his hands. Instead of traveling and having no time to be the husband he needed to be, he now had all the time in the world. He found it ironic now. Every time he stepped into your shared bedroom, he saw you everywhere. You were in the décor, the scents that still lingered around, and your items strewn around the room.

Every time he looked behind him or around a corner, he expected to see your smiling face. When he closed his eyes, he expected to feel your soft caress against his jaw or your full lips pressed onto his skin. He expected it, but the expectation was not reality. His reality was far different. His days now consisted of doing his best to keep on top of work obligations even though mostly everyone understood his need to take a step back from anything work-related. If he wasn’t distracting himself with work, he roamed around the house, being haunted by happier times. If he wasn’t glued to the bed staring out at your side of the bed, he was beating himself up over the fact that he’d caused his current reality and wishing he’d done so many things differently.

His mother stayed in town to be his moral support and moved in with Scott. They said it was just to be there for him, but he knew they didn’t think he was in any state to take care of himself. They were right. He barely ate, didn’t sleep, kept to himself, and found the sustenance he needed in beer and Whiskey. He didn’t care if they had no nutritional value; it was all he cared to ingest to his mother’s dismay. She cooked all his favorites from childhood, but none of it enticed him. What was the point, he wondered. He didn’t want lasagna or beef stew or meatballs marinara. He only wanted you.

When he pulled himself out of his internal turmoil, he was sitting outside of Christiano’s house and twisting the knife in his heart deeper. He wondered what was going on inside, wondered if you were laughing with him, or letting him hold you at nights. He couldn’t get the image of you kissing him in your hospital room or the elevator out of his head. Every time he closed his eyes, it was what he saw, and from there, his imagination went rampant until he was filled with fear that turned to rage.

He’d stay in front of Christiano’s house for hours just staring at it. He didn’t trust Christiano as far as he could spit. He knew he was up to something, and he felt that somehow if he kept an eye on things, he couldn’t pull anything. At least six times, he found himself speaking to a police officer who was given an anonymous tip that he was sitting outside the house. He knew it was Christiano who’d called them to report it, and he did it to fuck with him. The first two times, he was given leeway, but the others he was told to move or else they’d fine him. He now had more than eight violation tickets because he refused to move.

If it wasn’t the cops that told him to leave or threatened fines, it was Christiano’s security who always seemed to come out like clockwork every hour threatening him to leave or else. He wasn’t afraid, and his refusal to move showed it. He knew the asshole was somewhere inside either peeping through a window or watching on the video feed like the Lord Farquaad he really was. Every chance he got, he made sure to give the house a middle finger.

Every time he called you, the majority of the time, you didn’t answer. Instead, it was Christiano who did. He always sounded like the cocky fuck he was. Every chance he got, he goaded him into losing his temper, and when he was irate and fired up, he’d end the call. When he called, and Christiano didn’t answer, it rang endlessly. On a few occasions, you answered, but he was so surprised by it that he never found the right thing to say. What did you say to your wife that didn’t remember you in any shape or form? He could say he loved you or missed you. He couldn’t apologize. He couldn’t talk to you like you were old friends. All he could do was sit in silence with the knife twisting deeper until you hung up.

The doorbell snapped him out of another hour of aimless staring into space. He was alone tonight. Scott and his mom were at Scott’s house after he blew up at them, telling them to leave him alone. It wasn’t his finest moment. Slowly, he trudged to the door with a bottle in his hand; it was his normal accessory now. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Ana’s smiling face. He couldn’t help but sigh out. He’d hoped it was you.

“Hi, Ana.”

She gave him a once over then frowned. “You look horrible.”

“Gee, thanks,” he said before he turned to walk away. The clink of her heels on the marble was the indication she was following him. A few moments later, he dropped onto the couch and brought the bottle back to his lips.

“How many of these have you had?”

“Lost count. What’re you doing here? I’ve told you that you don’t have to keep coming here.”

“I know I don’t have to, but I thought we were friends.”

He didn’t answer; he just studied her trying to access her motives.

“Friends don’t let friends go through a tough time alone. I come bearing a home-cooked meal and company.”

He sighed again while taking another swig.

“I have plenty of food, and I don’t need the company.” It was rude, but it was honest.

Ana frowned before she sat beside him on the couch. “Look, I know you’re going through something really tough. I can’t imagine what you’re going through, but I don’t think you should lock away and—wallow. You have to keep going.”

“Ana, I appreciate you coming by these last two weeks with food and checking on me. You’re kind to do it, but it’s unnecessary. I wish everyone would just give me some space. Everyone hovers and tiptoes, not wanting to say the wrong thing or do the wrong thing as if them avoiding the huge elephant in the room makes it so I don’t see it. I see the fucking elephant. My fucking wife is not here! My wife has no fucking memory of me. As far as she’s concerned, I’m some stranger from the street!” His frustrations were bubbling to the surface.

She didn’t speak for several moments after that. He was glad for it. Lately, he’d been looking at her with a new suspicious eye. He had all the time in the world to see things that either didn’t add up or just came off strange. He never thought Ana’s behavior was suspicious before, but now everything had a hint of awkwardness. He’d begun to wonder if you’d been right all along, and she was harboring some crush on him. Before, he saw her friendliness and willingness to help and be around him as a kindred spirit situation, but now, it was possible he might have had been wrong.

“Chris–,” Ana began before he cut her off.

“It’s not a good idea for you to here like this. The paps are camped out a block down and have constant eyes on the house. The last thing either of us needs is for you to be snapped coming in or out of here. Honestly, I think it’s best that we stay clear of each other by giving each other some space.”

Her jaw dropped for a split second, and along with it, he saw the anger flash through her eyes. As quickly as it happened, it disappeared. She took a deep breath and brushed her slick ponytail back as if there was a hair that was misplaced from the perfectly done style.

“Chris, we’ve done nothing wrong.”

“That’s not what it looks like to the public and the fans. Twitter is on fire over this. My name, your name, and Uriah’s name has been trending for two weeks. This is all anyone can talk about. They all think we’re having an affair.”

“It’s not true, though. We’re not fucking each other, so who cares!”

Her shout was loud and shrill. This was the first time he’d seen her lose her temper, the first time he’d seen a crack in the perfect demeanor she always displayed. Again, Ana brushed her hair back as she cleared her throat. In seconds that perfect façade was back.

“I’m sorry. This is stressful for all of us,” Ana offered.

“Then, space is definitely needed. I’ll walk you out.” With that, he stood and walked out of the family room toward the door. Ana didn’t immediately follow; several moments passed before she even entered the hallway. As she approached, he could see her disappointment and annoyance.

“Chris–,” she began.

“I know Ana. I just—I’m angry and frustrated and honestly at my wit’s end. I don’t want to live in this reality anymore.”

She must have sensed there was nothing else to say, so she nodded. He opened the door for her to walk through, and once she did, he promptly closed it. It hadn’t even been a month, and he was already falling apart at the seams. He had no idea how much longer he could go on in this new reality.

The alert for his phone sounded in the eerily quiet house. As he approached it, he expected it to be another update from the private investigator he was paying to look into everything or even his mother or Scott checking in for the umpteenth time today. When he saw the ID as “Jackass,” his eyes nearly got stuck in the back of his head from how hard he rolled them. As he opened the message, his heart dropped.

MSG Jackass: I thought it was a good idea to get Uriah out of town so she could properly heal.

“Son of a bitch!”

He was in his car in seconds though he knew he’d been drinking that day. As he sped to Christiano’s house, he didn’t feel impaired. That text sobered his ass up in record time. He was in such a sobering mind-frame that he obeyed every light and traffic sigh though his instincts said to run every light he came across. As he drove, he used the audio recognition in his car to call Christiano back to back. Each call he placed was ignored, and he knew it was him ignoring it rather than missing the call.

When he pulled up outside of his palatial home, he pounded on the gate.

“Christiano! Open this fucking gate!”

He didn’t feel the wrought iron underneath his hand, or much of anything besides anger and fear.

“Open the gate! Uriah!”

He saw two burly security guards approaching the gate as if they had all the time in the world.

“Where is my wife!?”

“You again? Look, man, we’ve told you that you’re not welcome here,” the one with the goatee croaked.

“I don’t give a fuck if I’m welcomed or not. My wife is in there! Do you hear me? She’s my wife. Where is Christiano? Tell him to bring his pathetic ass out here!”

“If you don’t stop banging on the gate, we’re going to have to call the police again.”

“Call the police! Where is the son of a bitch!”

“He’s not here.”

The two guards looked back, revealing a slender woman dropping in designer everything. Her strawberry blonde locks were framing her face that looked sad.

“What do you mean he’s not here? Where is my wife?!”

She approached the gate nodding to the guards silently telling them to back off.

“I’m Christina. I’m a friend to Uriah.”

“Christina—White?”

She nodded.

“Where is my wife?”

“She’s not here. Her and Christiano left an hour ago,” Christina informed.

“What! Where did they go?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. Look, I told him it was a bad idea. I told him that he should keep her here because, at the end of the day, she’s your wife. He didn’t listen. He never listens. He’s always been a fool when it comes to her,” Christina divulged.

“So you’re telling me he has my wife somewhere in this world, and no one knows where she is or going?”

His panic quickly raised. He’d never felt this out of control in his life. The pounding of his heart echoed in his ears as he turned his back to the house.

“He won’t hurt her if you’re worried about that. He loves her too much for that.”

“Son of a bitch!”

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-Uriah-

You walked through the airport toward the gate to board the waiting private jet with your hand planted in Christiano’s and your shades on. You could feel the eyes on you, and you even felt as if those who watched you were whispering about you. It shouldn’t have been anything alarming you’d been in the public eye for a few years and knew how this felt. The only thing was this felt different somehow.

“Is it me, or is it like they’re whispering more than usual?”

Christiano quickly looked around before he shrugged and squeezed your hand.

“Nah, they’re just blown away by the most beautiful woman in the world.”

You smiled widely and allowed him to press a kiss to your forehead. Once you got to the gate, Christiano greeted his flight crew and did all the talking. You liked how he always took control of a situation. It meant you didn’t have to worry about a thing when you were with him. Over the last two weeks, the two of you had been wrapped in a bubble at his house. You didn’t go out or even make an attempt to do anything but spend time with him. For some reason, you felt as if you hadn’t been together in months. Almost immediately from your release from the hospital, you began to feel sick as if something was off with you.

On a whim, you had a security guard bring you a pregnancy test which came out positive. You had no idea what to think or how to feel. You knew you’d always wanted kids, and the thought of kids with Christiano was something you’d thought about over the years you’d been together. You knew you and the baby would be well taken care of. When you told Christiano, he looked speechless, and for a few minutes, you feared he didn’t want the baby, but he assured you he did. From there, you were in this elated bubble at the thought of impending parenthood with the man you loved.

It had become apparent to you that you were missing some time in your memory. The therapy sessions that Dr. Diallo suggested was more than therapy for people involved in traumatic accidents. You’d pieced together that there were holes in your memory. When you asked Christiano about it, he filled in what he could, always stressing how much he loved you and how happy you were together. You didn’t doubt it. You knew he loved you. You remembered that there were a few times you’d suggested a break from each other because of the intensity of that love. It was always ion the back of your mind, but he was the perfect man toward you.

“Ready beautiful?” Christiano spun you to him, pressing his palms against your ass, pulling you flush against him. The touch felt familiar but also foreign as if somehow it wasn’t right.

“Of course.”

“I can’t wait to get you on that beach.” You smiled and allowed him to kiss you. This kiss wasn’t quick or timid as the once from the last two weeks. Christiano’s tongue delved into your mouth, tangling with yours unexpectedly. Though it felt strange, it also felt normal. You couldn’t wrap your head around the competing feelings and senses.

When he pulled back, he retook your hand and led you through the gate to board the jet. In a few short minutes, you were rolling down the tarmac and wheels up, gliding through the air to some surprise tropical island. You allowed yourself to mellow out drift to sleep. As you slept, your dreams were strange. You were in places you’d never been before, seeing faces you’d never seen before and having conversations you had no recollection of until you were sucked into a black hole. The darkness clung to you, but your hearing was that much more in tune. As you began to panic, the sound of a familiar but unfamiliar voice comforted you and spoke the sweetest words.

“I love you, Riah.”

“I don’t think anything could have stopped me from marrying her. It was inevitable.”

Whose voice was it, you didn’t know. The only thing you knew was you liked it.

When the jet landed, and the chauffeured car pulled up outside a beach house, you were exhausted and in need of a bath and a nap. Your nap on the jet wasn’t enough, especially since it left you highly on edge and confused. Christiano’s beach house was gorgeous. According to him, it was a new addition to his collection of properties, one he said he didn’t visit much but knew you’d like. He gave you a quick house tour before you finally got to take your bath.

As you sat in the tub, the sound of the breeze rustling the palm trees, and the chips of the birds mixed with the soft crash of the waves onto the sand outside lulled your senses into a mellow state that had your mind completely blank. This was a first. Since you woke up from your accident, your head always felt as if it was reaching for something. You didn’t know what it was, but it never stopped, not even when you slept. When you slept, it only seemed to intensify its search. This usually meant you awoke feeling as if you’d never slept.

With your brain quiet and your muscles melting inside the water, you finally felt yourself beginning to enjoy your surroundings. Time stood still but flew at the same time. Before you knew it, Christiano was standing over you holding a towel.

“You’ve been in here for a while. Are you okay?”

“I’m great. I think I dozed off.”

“Are you ready to come out?”

You nodded and stood in the tub. Christiano’s eyes widened as they slowly roamed over your naked, dripping body. He didn’t move, and the look on his face was one you didn’t recognize. You worried you’d already gained weight from the pregnancy, and he didn’t like it.

“I know I look—different—the baby–,” you began before Christiano quickly wrapped the towel around your body, holding you against him.

“You’ve always been the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met in my life, and you will always be that woman,” he whispered while staring in your eyes before he pressed his lips to yours to scoop you into his arms.

Christiano intensified the kiss as he carried you through the house. When he placed you to sit on the bed, your heart lurched, and it felt like panic or fear. Christiano pulled back, but before he could speak again, a phone rang. He sighed out and assured you he’d be back before he walked out. Relief filled you, and that was strange to you. You didn’t understand why you felt relieved the moment had been interrupted or felt panic or fear once he put you on the bed.

Pushing it to the side, you went through your after-shower routine and dressed. When you reemerged from the bedroom, Christiano was placing plates on the table on the balcony that overlooked the beach. The two of you had a quiet dinner.

As the days ticked by, the two of you enjoyed everything the island had to offer. You went sailing, snorkeling, sunbathed on the beach, ate, and enjoyed each other’s company. There were several times you caught Christiano’s eyes on your body and even a few times where you placed his hand on your belly that was beginning to make its appearance. When he touched your belly, his eyes always looked sad, but it was a look that was quickly gone to be replaced with his smile. When you brought it up, he assured you he was just worried he wouldn’t be a good father. His admission made melt. He always came off so self-assured and confident in everything he did. It was your turn to assure him he would be an amazing dad because of how he took care of you.

Every morning he prepared your breakfast. A breakfast that always consisted of a part of the food groups from the food pyramid and four pills he identified as a prenatal vitamin, Iron, Vitamin E, and Vitamin C. You found it sweet that he wanted to take such good care of you. It was a side you’d loved about him since meeting him. Every time you kissed, they got longer and longer and more intense than the last. No matter who initiated the kiss, you were always the one to pull away from it.

Something always felt off. Something inside of you wouldn’t let you get there with him, and you didn’t understand it. He’d been nothing but good to you. He hadn’t mistreated you or done anything hurtful that would give you right for the pause. Still, every time Christiano’s lips touched yours, your psyche fought back. Excruciating pain usually always followed with an echoing scream in your head. By the time a week had passed on the island, you could tell Christiano was beginning to get frustrated with the constant back and forth though he swore he was fine and wanted you to move at your pace.

You found your hands always on your burgeoning stomach, just tracing along it, envisioning the baby inside of you. You’d thought about kids in passing, but never as if it would actually happen. You felt as if you should have been terrified, but you didn’t feel any fear. You felt content, ready. You now loved to spend mornings just lying in bed, feeling your stomach, and envisioning life as a mom. You couldn’t believe this was life now, but you wanted it more than anything.

“Ready for bed?”

You turned around from the vanity you sat and saw Christiano toward you. He wore no shirt and sweat shorts that were low on his hips. He looked good.

“Yeah.”

Christiano took your hand, kissed it, and led you out of the vanity room to the bedroom. Once inside, the two of you slinked underneath the covers. When Christiano slid to your side and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, you hesitated but only for a few seconds. With your hesitation, Christiano brought his lips to your temple to trail kisses down the side of your face to your jaw and down to your neck. Once there, he capitalized on knowing your spot and teased it with soft kisses. As he continued, you both remained frozen, unable to move. Nothing was preventing you from moving, but you felt as if you couldn’t.

When Christiano’s lips dropped to your cleavage at the swell of your breast, you clutched the sheets in your hand for dear life.

“Are you okay?”

Nodding vigorously, you did your best to keep the panic out of your eyes. Cristiano kissed you gently, coxing your tongue to play with his. When you allowed him in, Christiano’s tongue wrapped around yours as he sucked it. In a matter of seconds, he was on top of you using his hands to caress your exposed thigh. The hand you envisioned was not his, though. In your mind’s eye, you saw a large hand gripping your thigh before it pushed along your skin up to your hip to pull down your underwear.

As quickly as you envisioned it, it disappeared, and you were underneath a hardening Christiano. That fact was what had you pulling away from him. When he looked at your face, he must have seen everything you felt. The disappointment in his eyes couldn’t be hidden. Christiano sighed, dropped his head, then nodded as he rolled off of you to lie on his back while staring at the ceiling. Neither of you spoke. You didn’t know what to say.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice was small, a whisper.

Christiano didn’t respond right away. You weren’t sure he would. A full minute ticked by before he spoke.

“It’s okay, little dove.”

You sighed, hearing his nickname for you. Relief flooded you.

“Let’s get some rest,” Christiano suggested ending any conversation.

You knew he was frustrated with you. How could he not be? Glancing over to him, you saw he still laid there on his back, staring up at the ceiling. The look on his face was unreadable. Slowly you rubbed your belly and closed your eyes. It was quickly becoming a comforting mechanism for you, one you found yourself doing more and more since your arrival on the island.

The next morning you woke up alone with Christiano nowhere to be found. You didn’t know what to think, but you didn’t feel any panic. You felt relief. It was yet another thing that you didn’t understand. Why did you feel relief knowing he wasn’t there but panic when he was close? As you ate breakfast, your thoughts drifted. You thought about life before waking up in the hospital, this new life you found yourself in, and the one that was waiting in the future. While you felt as if you were getting back to normal, you always felt like none of this was normal. You didn’t feel normal. The ringing of a phone brought you back to reality and sent you on the hunt for where it came from.

You found the phone in Christiano’s bedside table.

“Hello?

The line was silent, but you just knew someone was there. You repeated your greeting, but your voice was lower than before.

“Riah.”

You didn’t know if it was the name or the way the voice sounded, but your heart raced, and your belly fluttered. You felt something familiar but unfamiliar at the same time. Somewhere deep inside of you, you knew you’d heard it before. You knew this was not the first time you’d had this reaction.

“Who is this?” Your voice was even shakier.

“Me,” he whispered.

Everything in you was fighting, but you didn’t know what it was fighting for? Was it against something or for something? His name was at the tip of your tongue.

“Ch—Chris?”

“You know me?” He sounded as if he were on the verge of tears. For some reason, you wanted to ease his pain, but you didn’t know how.

“No.”

He sighed out and sniffled. The realization he was crying weighed heavily on you, so heavy you had to drop to the bed to sit.

“I miss you so much.”

The words meant something to you, but what? The words made you feel, but what? As you were opening your mouth to speak, you heard a door close.

“Little dove?”

Quickly you ended the car and put the phone back into the nightstand then hurried out to greet Christiano, hoping he didn’t suspect anything. You felt as if you were a cheating wife.

Christiano made all your favorites for dinner that night, and the two of you ate surrounded by a sea of candlelight and flowers. You worked hard to keep your head in the present and not on the way Chris’s voice sounded or the effect it had on you. You were curious, but you also knew that curiosity was like opening Pandora’s Box. What if you’d cheated on Christiano and he didn’t know? That was your biggest worry right now. You wanted to bring it up to him, but the ramifications were what stopped you.

After dinner, you sat on the beach watching a movie from the projector and sipping apple cider. Without warning, Christiano stood, allowing your feet that were in his lap to drop to the sand. He turned to you and held his hands out for you.

“What’re you doing?”

“Take my hand.” Slowly you slipped your hands into his. Christiano lowered his head to your hands and kissed the backs then dropped to one knee in front of you.

“Oh my god,” you began. You wanted to leap out of your skin and run down the beach. That was your true first instinct.

“I love you, little dove. I’ve loved you from the minute I laid eyes on you. We’ve been through so much together. There was a time that we didn’t know what was next, a time both of us went through a lot. I’ve never loved anyone more than I love you. You’re my everything, Uriah. I want to spend the rest of my life with you—with our—baby.”

Your tears rolled down your cheek, and you couldn’t help but slide closer to him.

“I don’t want to know what it’s like to live a day without you. I don’t want to do it. Will you marry me and spend the rest of your life with me?”

You remembered a time where you wanted him to ask you more than anything. You remembered a time where you’d even planned the kind of wedding you’d want and imagined your name with his last name. Though you knew all of that for a fact, you hesitated with your response. You also remembered another voice asking the same question. A voice you’d heard before. Both voices echoed in your head one over the other until you heard nothing but the words. It was deafening. After a minute the silence returned and you were finally able to breath. You saw Christiano’s panic, and from his panic you tried to calm your own.

“Yes.”

It took him a few moments to move, but when he did, he threw his arms around you and hugged you so tightly. The two of you giggled together like lovestruck idiots who’d just taken the biggest leap for mankind.

“I love you so much.”

His lips were soft and tasted like the Bourbon he’d been drinking. This kiss wasn’t a timid one, it was one that spoke of his love and passion for you, but you also felt his possessiveness. It was stronger than usual. When he pulled his lips back, he sat you down and held out papers.

“What’s this?”

“Remember when we began dating, and you found out that Christina and I would have a prenup for any future spouses?”

You nodded.

“That’s where I was today. I wanted to get them taken care of. This is my love for you. I want to forgo the prenup. I want us to move forward with nothing between us. All you have to do is sign this, and what’s mine is yours.”

You studied him half in disbelief he’d do this and the other half in awe that he’d go against his family and do this. You took the papers, opened them, and began to read them. Almost instantly, Christiano dropped onto his knees again and kissed you.

“I can’t wait to make you my wife—Mrs. White.”

Hearing the name, you giggled on his lips and returned his kisses as fervently as he gave them. The two of you got lost in kisses for a few minutes.

“Hurry up and sign them so we can be the three little Whites.”

You smiled widely and took the pen he offered. Without reading the documents any further, you signed your name without even looking. Instead, you stared into his eyes. Once you’d finished, you threw your arms around his neck. Christiano lifted you and spun you around, making you giggle like a little girl. You walked along the beach hand in hand, admiring the colossal diamond ring he’d planted on you and just imagining the life you had before you.

A few hours later, once you returned to the house to shower and climb into bed with Christiano beside you with his arms wrapped around you. You don’t know why you woke, but when you did, you were alone in the bed. You looked around and found the room empty. Slowly you walked through the house looking for Christiano. You were sure he wouldn’t leave you alone this late at night, especially since he’d already taken care of the business of couriering the paperwork off the island.

When you turned the corner leading to the living room, the lights were off, but you heard whispers. Your footsteps slowed, and you pressed your back to the wall and listened.

“That wasn’t part of the plan. You’re fucking crazy. you could have—still, it was not the plan.” He sounded angry and spoke as if he wanted to yell but was keeping it down. “It’s been handled. I sent him a little surprise or a present. It is your move.”

You had no idea who he was talking to or what he was talking about. You stepped out of the shadows and into the glow of the moonlight.

“Tino?”

Christiano quickly spun around with his hands behind his back.

“What’re you doing up, little dove?

“You weren’t beside me, and I heard voices. Is everything okay?”

Christiano scoffed and smiled as he approached you.

“Yes, perfect. I was just making plans to start our beautiful life together. You and me.” He kissed the tip of your nose.

“You, me, and the baby,” you corrected. Christiano’s jaw clenched, but it was a quick movement before he smiled again.

“Of course. The three of us. Everything I’ve ever wanted in life.”

You smiled and let him lead you to the bedroom. Once inside, you slipped under the covers again and allowed him to kiss you. as he kissed you, you felt the urgency of his kisses and the need coursing through him. His moans echoed in the room as your fingers danced across his bare back. When he rolled onto you, you didn’t freeze this time, and you didn’t hesitate when you felt his need.

From there, Christiano’s movements were deliberate. He kissed where he knew you liked, but it didn’t feel quite right. As he sucked your skin and undressed you, you ignored the strange feeling you had. It was a feeling you assumed cheaters felt. You felt like you were somehow cheating. It made no sense. The man you loved was above you kissing you, licking your skin, and pleasing you the way he knew how. This was the man you were going to marry, the man you were going to make a father. Because it made no sense, you pressed forward.

After a while, both of you were naked. Christiano kissed your temple, then went to your ear.

“I love you, Uriah. I’ll love you until my last breath.”

You smiled and caressed his jaw and brought his face to yours. You wanted to stare into his eyes. They were filled with so much emotion, but there were things there that you didn’t recognize. Christiano dropped his lips to yours and kissed you passionately before he thrust his hips forward, joining your bodies.

You clung to him and shook as you heard your name panted in your ear, only it wasn’t Christiano’s voice you heard. As he moved inside of you, your moans and pants melded together, but your head was fogged with images of things that couldn’t have happened. The faster Christiano plunged in and out of your heat, the quicker the images flashed in your head. The louder his grunts got, the louder your moans became. Soon you felt as if you were close, but no matter how close you were, something was holding you back. This felt right but oh so wrong. He felt like yours, but you didn’t feel like his.

“Chris,” you panted without a thought. You said it again and again like it was the only thing you knew how to say.

Christiano’s thrusts became sloppier, and his grunts rougher.

“Yes, Uriah, you’re mine. Yes!”

“Chrissss!”

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Title: Rumor Has It {12}

Chris Evans x Famous Reader Uriah “Riah” Tyler-Evans

Warning: Plot, Cursing, Angst

Word Count: 4.5K

**Inspired by a video seen of Chris and his co-star Ana De Armas on their press tour for Knives Out at TIFF where she kept touching his chest and face standing about five inches apart.

**NOTE: A WORK OF FICTION. NOT CREATED TO GARNER HATE OF ANY SORT.

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You weren’t crazy. That was the fact and no matter what you wouldn’t be made to feel like you were. Yeah, you understood he was hurt and probably disappointed that you would even think to ask him if he was being unfaithful after everything. It was his right to feel however he felt, it was also your right to feel the way you felt. Something was going on and you didn’t know if he was gaslighting you and leading a secret life behind your back, or if you were imagining things and this was all your insecurities speaking. You knew that if this continued your marriage wouldn’t survive.

After Chris left he stayed gone. It wasn’t until the next day you were told by Jennifer his assistant that he’d made arrangements to stay in a separate room until checkout. You were hurt but you didn’t say anything. Though she knew something was up, she didn’t bring it up. You spent the next day apart while he continued work. When he came back to the room it was only to tell you that the schedule had changed, and he’d be flying out to LA sooner. He told you that you could fly with him or do your own thing. The way he spoke was so indirect, so aloof. It felt as if he were building a wall between you.

When you tried to approach him, he backed away. If you tried to bring up the problem at hand he changed the subject. His annoyance was clear, so you decided to let him fly out and you’d find your own way. When you said that he hesitated and looked even more hurt. You didn’t know what the hell he wanted from you. he didn’t take the time to explain it either, he just left. You were keeping count, that was number two.

Thanks to the four-hour delay of your flight out of San Diego you had ample time to think about your situation and try to come up with a plan. You hated to think that bitch outplayed you and created an even bigger issue. Deep down you knew she wasn’t as innocent as she played, it was clear in the way she underhandedly set Chris on you by tattling to him about brunch. She could have kept it to herself, could have let it roll off of her, but she chose the sneaky route. This was a game for her. Before your flight took off you shot a message to Zora and Kizzy. It was time to get the Three Musketeers together, three heads were better than one.

MSG: Meet me in LA. The Three Musketeers have work to do.

The weather in LA matched your mood, dreary. The rain beat down on the concrete from the minute you walked off the jet. It was like a monsoon. Once you landed your phone went off with messages and notifications.

MSG Chris: The weather isn’t so great. I tried calling to make sure you were okay. Maybe you should hang back a little longer to wait out the storm to be safe.

It sounded like worry, but it could just as easily be him wanting to keep you away from LA for a few more hours so he could have extra time to fuck around.

MSG Chris: I haven’t heard back. Call me when you get this Uriah let me know you’re okay.

As you climbed into your waiting car Kizzy and Zora were waiting in the back.

“Woah, how did you guys get here so fast?”

“You said we had work to do. We know Three Musketeers is code,” Kizzy announced.

You smiled. “Let’s go get that bitch,” Zora added.

You busted out laughing and threw your arms around both of them. At least they didn’t think you were crazy.

“I love you guys so much.

As the car drove through LA from the airport you filled them in on what happened in San Diego. The more you told them about Ana’s demeanor the more they thought she was behind everything. Both Kizzy and Zora firmly believed that Chris was innocent and that he would never do something like that to you. They were so sure about it you wanted to believe it too. You just didn’t know what the hell to think. The fact was he thought you were crazy.

The three of you went through evidence over the last few months to either prove or disprove that he was being unfaithful. As you did you found new information, new pictures, and sly comments in interviews that you hadn’t even focused on before. The three of you were like Inspector Gadget on crack in the backseat of the truck. You combed over evidence better than secret agents and the FBI and came up with theories and theories for those theories.

Once you pulled up at the house the case was closed, and the verdict was conclusive—or two out of three conclusive.

“This bitch is scammin’,” Kizzy blurted out as you walked inside. Chris’ car was not in the driveway, so you knew he wasn’t home.

“I agree with Kiz, Riah. Everything that we’ve looked at says she is doing this and controlling it. This bitch is trying to wreck your marriage. The posts are strategic.”

“The interviews absolutely strategic. She is the instigator in all of them. your dumbass husband is being friendly. Unfortunately for him his friendliness always comes off as flirtatious,” Kizzy added.

“And this picture?” You held up your phone of the picture of her in the “eat shit” sweater. This picture really boiled your blood.

“Bullshit, but I cannot explain just how the backgrounds are identical. You said the room you were in for brunch looked absolutely different. It is not uncommon for hotels to keep their design aesthetic similar for normal suites but for the statelier rooms, I’ve seen them be different in unique ways. This picture is suspect,” Zora admitted. You nodded and walked into the kitchen and took out a bottle of beer from the freshly stocked fridge.

“So, you two believe Chris isn’t cheating but this picture overthrows your theory completely. We can’t even come up with an explanation.”

“Take a breath. I know it’s frustrating,” Zora began.

“Where are they now?”

“According to Chris’ schedule, he has the final junket in an hour at the Fairmount.”

“So that means she is also there. Let’s go,” Kizzy said as she sprang to her feet and bolted for the door. You and Zora just looked at each other, confused. When you caught up with her she was already in the driver’s seat of your pink metallic range rover, a gift from Chris.

“Where are we going?”

“Where do you think? Get in the car!”

You and Zora didn’t waste any time and hopped in. If you were a hot head and crazy, Kizzy was insane. She went from zero to one hundred in one second and when she was at one hundred it was known to stay the hell away from her, just like you.

As you drove Kizzy went through the plan. Get to the hotel, maneuver through it without being seen, find the part of the hotel where the junket was, remain hidden. After that Kizzy went into two variations, one that was perfectly sane and the other was straight up stalker. No man had you go full stalker. You couldn’t believe you were considering this. Since you guys had the time Zora suggested finding different outfits. It was just like her to always find time for shopping. Her reasoning was if you were going to play spies then you had to look the part.

Forty minutes later you were parked at the service entrance of the hotel dressed in all black. You had to talk them both out of masks. They were taking this a little too far.

“So, plan A or B?” their eyes landed on you waiting for you to decide how crazy you wanted to go. Did you want to sneak around and find out what you could, or did you want to find her bag and sneak through it, phone and all. There would have been a plan C if you hadn’t talked them both out of kidnapping and scare methods.

“Let’s start with plan A.”

It shouldn’t have been so easy, but you slipped through the back of the hotel which led to the kitchen. The hustle and bustle of the kitchen made sneaking around difficult so the three of you did your best to blend in like one of the workers. That was also easy despite being mistaken for delivery men and having to carry in ingredients for the upcoming dinner rush. Ten minutes later the three of you’d made it to the service elevator rolling a room service cart.

“Good thinking grabbing the cart, Riah. We’ll blend in for sure.”

As you stepped onto the elevator you pushed the top floor button and waited. You prayed no one came on the elevator but after ten floors your hopes were dashed. On the tenth, six people filled the elevator which had you discreetly hiding your face behind Zora’s shoulder. Thankfully none of them paid you any mind. On the twelfth the six additions left the elevator but as you were pressing the close button a hand stopped the doors from closing.

“Hold the elevator please.” A few seconds later a woman you recognized walked onto the elevator. Quickly you dropped down to one knee and pretended to busy yourself with something on the second trey of the car. You kept your head down hoping to stay hidden.

“Thank you for holding it,” Ana said.

You peeked up at Kizzy and Zora who had their heads dipped own as well, Zora had her face buried in a notebook that was attached to the car and Kizzy lowered her black hat and buried her nose in her phone. This wasn’t either of your first times stepping into Three bad bitches mode.

“Come on Chris!” Your eyes widened just at the same time Kizzy and Zora both peeked down to you with their eyes just as wide.

“I’m here, sorry I’ve been trying to reach Uriah to make sure she made it through the storm. She’s not picking up.”

You noticed Ana give her assistant Cora an eye roll.

“Uh-huh,” was her only reply. Chris continued tapping at his phone. You felt four vibrations on your ass and guessed it was Chris texting you. Part of you felt good about that. He was in this elevator with her and you were the only thing on his mind. Ana cleared her throat loudly.

“Sorry.” He slipped his phone into his pocket and looked at the two women beside him. “Where were we?”

“You were going to answer if you were in for drinks tonight,” Ana mentioned.

“Oh, tonight? I don’t know. It’s been a long press tour I really want my bed and some beer.”

“I can deliver on one or both of those things if you’d like.” Again Kizzy and Zora glanced at you. The air in the elevator quickly changed. Chris made a move to look back and it sent your head buried deeper under the cart. He cleared his throat and pasted an uncomfortable smile on his face.

“Choice is yours, I don’t want you to feel pressured. I know you enjoy our time together more with no pressure.”

What the fuck is she talking about, you asked yourself.

“I’ll let you know, but I’m leaning to not tonight.” The elevator doors opened, and he was the first to step out. You watched as Ana’s eyes dropped to his ass, it was then she let out a small moan.

“Yummy.”

You were seconds from jumping up and grabbing that stringy hair of hers but Zora’s and Kizzy’s hands on your shoulder pushing you down stopped you. when the doors closed again you looked like death.

“She is bold, I’ll give her that,” Kizzy said. You dug your phone out and checked your messages.

MSG Chris: Uriah I’m starting to worry. Please call me.

MSG Chris: I know we’re in a weird place right now and we’re both angry but that doesn’t mean I don’t care about you. I love you. Just let me know you’re all right, please.

MSG Chris: I will always love you.

MSG Chris: No matter what.

Pushing away the influx of emotion that washed over you, you stuffed your phone back into your back pocket and pressed the open button on the elevator bank.

“Let’s go.”

The three of you stepped off the elevator and carefully walked down the hall that had several posters from the movie set up. You passed one of Chris as Ransom and you were tempted to stop and admire it, but you ignored it. as you passed each room you saw different actors from the movie being interviewed—Daniel Craig, Jamie Lee Curtis, Don Johnson, Lakeith Stanfield, and others. When we passed Lakeith Zora almost burst into the room. She had the only crush on him and if she had the chance she would lock him in a room and have her way with him. If you asked her she’d say it was only a matter of time before he was hers. You and Kizzy had to hold her back to prevent her from blowing your cover. She was not happy but knew there was a job to do.

After going down the halls and peeking into different rooms you saw the one Chris and Ana were on. They were in the midst of an interview. You watched on and took note of their chemistry. You could see why they were cast together, but it was clear she did not know the difference between pretend and real life.

You bit your bottom lip nervously trying to keep the insecure thoughts away, trying to trust in the fact that Chris loved you, and that the chances of him being a sociopath were slim. You were mostly convinced but when you saw Chris reach out and touch Ana’s thigh just above her knee you saw red. She reached out to rest her hand on his but he moved it before she could. That didn’t deter her though, she reached out and took his hand and hugged it to her chest with a wide smile. You watched the back of his hand press against her breast where her cleavage was and decided to abandon plan A. You were ready to jump to plan C. Almost as quickly as she put his hand to her bosom Chris took it back and gave an uneasy smirk. You pressed your back to the wall in the hall.

“Plan B.”

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Kizzy whispered.

The three of you waited for your window of opportunity. The longer you waited the more time your rage festered. Every time the interviewers changed you got a message from Chris. Each of them showed his concern with reaching you. You knew he hated when you were radio silent and to remain that way would have been cruel, especially seeing he was genuinely worried about your safety.

MSG: I’m fine. There were some delays and a lot of turbulence, but I landed okay.

You didn’t have to wait long for a response.

MSG Chris: Good, I’m glad you’re okay. Let’s talk. I have a little break at four, can you come by the Fairmount? I don’t want to leave things unsaid especially after everything we learned in therapy. I don’t want to backslide.

At the mention of therapy, you softened, a little.

MSG: Okay.

The butterflies filled your gut even though you were furious at him. You took a few breaths and tried to still them, but it was no use. He still gave you butterflies.

The three of you hung around spying but didn’t get much. There were a few breaks where Ana and her assistant chatted, and she pointed out to her how sexy Chris looked to which Cora agreed. Then there were a few moments where you caught her clearly trying to interject herself to initiate touching. The flirting was clearly one-sided, you could see that. You knew Chris’ flirting technique and you also knew his friendliness. He was being friendly; this was not flirting. That at lease placated your rage.

By the time four o’clock rolled around you saw your opening. Cora who was holding on to Ana’s purse set it down and went over to her to go over some things. It was within reach, so you nonchalantly walked into the room took it up and walked right back out. You met Kizzy and Zora in a janitor closet and handed the bag off then made your way to an empty room to face your fate. The banquet room was empty. You walked to the side of the room where a stage was and slipped onto it. That was when you realized you still wore the black beanie. Just as you slipped it off your head and under your ass the door opened, and Chris walked in.

The sight of him sent the butterflies in your belly aflutter again. You took a few breathes and held one as he slowly approached you. The relieved look on his face changed to a timid one as he got closer and closer. Once he was about ten feet in front of you he stopped and stuffed his hands in his pocket.

“I was worried.”

“I know. There was a delay with getting the messages. I didn’t do it on purpose,” you explained. Chris nodded while keeping his eyes on you.

“Riah, I don’t want to fight.”

“You think I do? I don’t want any of this.”

“Then how do we move past this?” He sounded exasperated like he was at his wit’s end. He probably was.

“Have you slept with her?”

“No.” The answer was flat out, clearly spoken and firmly meant. There was no quiver in his voice or hesitation with his response. Everything from that pointed to him telling the truth.

“God, since when do you not believe the things I say to you? When have I lied?” He took a few more steps to you.

“I don’t know,” it was a whisper. You were quickly being overcome with emotion.

“Come on dragonfly, talk to me.” With five more steps he’d closed the gap between you, but he didn’t touch you. “Please talk to me.”

“You’re making me feel like I’m crazy. I’m not crazy, Chris.”

“I know you’re not,” he began before you cut him off.

“You’re making me feel like it. Every time I tell you something or bring up something about her. You throw up this whole defense. Why?”

“Why do you feel so threatened by her?”

You wanted to throw something right at his head.

“I don’t feel threatened by her or any woman. I know women like her; I’ve known them all my life. I’ve dropped any of them that came in my path. With you though—you don’t see what I see and the more I try to show you, the more you make me feel crazy.”

“Uriah. I am not sleeping with her. I have never slept with her. I would never sleep with her. I am not that kind of man. I could never do something like that to you.”

“Do you want to sleep with her?” Chris took a deep breath and slowly released it. you were actually afraid of this answer. Telling you he wasn’t, hasn’t and would never sleep with her doesn’t say a thing about him wanting to. It only meant his self-control was high enough to resist what he wants. It felt like forever passed as you waited for him to answer.

“No.”

“Why did you hesitate?”

“Because with that answer, I knew you wouldn’t believe it. I’m not blind Uriah, she’s attractive. Have I noticed? Yes. Do I want her? No, and that includes having sex with her.” He took another breath and spoke again. “Do you remember when I had issues with you being around him?”

He never referred to Christiano by name, it was always him. You nodded.

“It was like this wasn’t it?”

It was your turn to take a deep breath. Roles were now reversed. Chris hung his head and allowed the silence to stretch between you. No doubt he was remembering how hard that time was for the two of you. He accused you and questioned you every time Christiano made things difficult. His whole goal was to get you back and he didn’t care how he went about it. Christiano had no respect for the fact that you married someone else. To him, it was all about what he wanted, and how he remembered your relationship.

“Wow. Full circle huh. Shit baby if you feel anything close to how I felt back then—I’m sorry. I didn’t—I wasn’t—I should have--.” The words escaped him, but you knew what he meant. He approached you and reached for your hand but hesitated when you didn’t make a move to meet him halfway.

“You can’t--, look I know you feel justified in doing what you did but Riah, that wasn’t okay. You can’t just corner someone I work with because you think we’re having an affair. You can’t do something like that especially without coming to me first. I never did that to you with him because I know the industry. I know how easy it is to get a reputation and a label. You didn’t just compromise our relationship, and everything we’ve worked through, but you also compromised my career, our livelihood.”

Though you were still steaming mad at him, that part of his argument was true. She could have run to TMZ or some other trashy blog instead of Chris. She could have done a lot of damage. You didn’t think that far, or you didn’t care. You wanted to throw it back at him but that wouldn’t resolve anything. You learned a long time ago in marriage being right meant nothing. Chris dug into his pocket to pull out his vibrating phone. As he peered down at it he shook his head.

“Damn it, I gotta go.”

You nodded. Chris stared at you for a few moments before he turned and walked out of the room to reappear seconds later.

“There is something I have to tell you. Something--.” He was cut off by one of the event coordinators who appeared at his side.

“Shit, I gotta go. I love you, Riah.”

The way he said it felt different. It felt—strange. You didn’t have time to respond before he was gone leaving you there to wonder what he had to tell you.

When you found Zora and Kizzy they were still in the closet combing through everything in Ana’s purse. Once you entered Zora quickly averted her eyes.

“Anything?”

Neither of them replied. Kizzy kept her eyes on the phone she held, and Zora continued rifling through the purse. They were being weird.

“Hello, guys. Did you find anything?”

Kizzy and Zora exchanged looks and just like that your stomach fell. They’d found something.

“What did you find?” Again, they remained silent. Zora could tell you were getting annoyed, so she spun to you.

“Okay promise you’ll be calm,” Zora breeched. Immediately you went into DEFCON mode.

“What the fuck, Zo?” Kizzy held out the phone to you with a blank expression on her face.

“Take it with a grain of salt, you don’t know the whole story.” You took the phone and looked through the messages section. You read through an exchange between Ana and Chris.

MSG Ana: I’m so sorry. I don’t know what happened. I didn’t plan that at all. It’s just that I’ve been going through a lot lately. Adjusting to the limelight has been really weird and I’ve lost people I thought were true. I’ve been really lonely feeling like I’m going through this beast alone. You were being so kind to me I guess I got carried away.

MSG Chris: I’m sorry you’re going through that and you feel so alone. We’ve all been there. I’m certain it’s the actor’s right of passage to lose people and experience bouts of loneliness. God knows I feel lonely a lot especially during filming and press touring. I understand. It’s no big deal.

MSG Ana: Really? If your wife ever found out wouldn’t she be furious?

MSG Chris: Initially maybe, yes. It wasn’t a planned thing. You know I have a wife who I love so there’s nothing to worry about there.

MSG Ana: I have to say something without making it weird. You’re an excellent kisser.

Your eyes stopped at “kisser” and it felt like you’d sniffed something that was automatically affecting your brain. You knew “Knives Out” had no love scenes with them. You looked to Zora and Kizzy, but they remained silent, so you continued to read.

MSG Chris: LOL. Thanks, I guess.

You skimmed the following messages but found nothing incriminating just annoying little messages she’d sent to him trying to be cute. You scrolled and saw another exchange from just before you began therapy.

MSG Ana: Do you wanna talk about it?

MSG Chris: No, I’ll be fine. Just marriage is hard.

MSG Ana: If I were married to you I wouldn’t make it hard. You’d be happy. does she even make you happy anymore?

MSG Chris: Of course, I love her.

MSG Ana: But it’s okay to move on if she’s not doing it for you anymore. There are plenty of women who would treasure you.

MSG Chris: Gotta go.

The more you read the more you hated her. Another exchange caught your eye, this was from when they were filming.

MSG Chris: I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to touch you like that. I have no idea how I grabbed there instead of your arms.

MSG Ana: LOL. It’s okay. I can’t say that it was a bad touch scenario. I should say thank you. it’s been a while since a man grabbed my breast. I was beginning to forget what that felt like.

MSG Chris: I’m so sorry.

MSG Ana: Don’t worry about it. It was an accident, it meant nothing.

Clenching your jaw, you tried to swallow the vomit that wanted to raise up. Zora touched your arm in comfort but you brushed it off. You were ready to call an end to this “mission” but another message came in. One from her assistant, Cora.

MSG Cora: Everything is all planned for your night with Chris. All that we’re waiting on now is just his confirmation. Also, I see the video of you in his room made it to tabloid. Damn you were not playing around when you said you were going to take everything that was hers.

MSG Cora: Let me know if you need anything else.

Kizzy and Zora looked at you and the three of you had the same expression and you were sure you thought the same thing.

“This bitch!”

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Title: Rumor Has It {10}

Chris Evans x Famous Reader Uriah “Riah” Tyler-Evans

Warning: Plot, Cursing, Angst, Slight embellishment of actual real-world media

Word Count: 2.2K

**Inspired by a video seen of Chris and his co-star Ana De Armas on their press tour for Knives Out at TIFF where she kept touching his chest and face standing about five inches apart.

**NOTE: A WORK OF FICTION. NOT CREATED TO GARNER HATE OF ANY SORT.

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What’s not to like about photoshoots? Nothing really. You get to wear designer clothes, get your make up done and get pretty pictures taken. Sounds great. Unless you’ve been doing it for almost ten hours. That was your predicament. You’d been shooting pictures for your album cover for the better part of a day and there was no end in sight. You’d tried to keep your energy up, tried to remain in the zone but it was harder than it looked. You were quickly descending into the land of grumpy. All you wanted was your bed a bottle of wine and one of Chris’ shirts.

“All right Uriah, that’s it. A few more shots and I think we’ll be good,” Boris shouted from behind the camera as he continued to snap away. Using that as some solace you held tightly to your resolve and pressed on.

Twenty minutes turned to forty and forty turned to two hours. After three and a half hours Boris finally called wrap. You were exhausted. You sat down with the crew and went through the three hundred plus images hoping to mark your favorites and eliminate those that just didn’t go well. The final decision was going to be left up to you and the record company, but you knew how to make your voice be the final one. You, after all, were the talent. You’d gotten far enough in your career that you held plenty of weight.

You didn’t get to crawl into bed with one of Chris’ shirts and a bottle of wine until near three in the morning. Taking comfort in his scent and the alcohol your unwind was easy. Once the bottle was finished you found yourself nodding off until Chris called. Once you saw his face, you lit up.

“You look tired.” Scoffing you nodded.

“I’m exhausted. Yet another photoshoot for the album. Hopefully, we finally have the album cover art.”

“Okay, that’s great. Are you happy with them?”

“They’re fine. I’m happier to be done with it. How are you?”

“Good, finally getting in.” You watched him set his phone down and peel his shirt off in the frame. Sighing you sunk deeper into the covers and watched the show. It was like he didn’t realize what he was doing. After he’d discarded his shirt his pants followed until he was only in his underwear. You laid there and admired your husband. You’d never get tired of this view.

“It is a shame to be so damn fine.” As if realizing what he’d done he snorted and laughed then took up his phone and carried you with him to another room.

“Me? Have you looked in the mirror lately Mrs. Evans?” You smiled then sighed.

“Is that my shirt?”

“I miss you,” you defended. His groan was long. You heard the rustling of sheets and once the motion of the camera stopped there he was laying in the bed with a sweet smirk on his face.

“I miss you too, dragonfly.” You changed your position in the bed not caring that now his shirt had risen up to your hip exposing your bare thigh to him. You watched as his eyes raked over your skin then back to your eyes.

“I’ve been thinking, after the premier and the hoopla we should take a vacation. You, me, no phones, or work, just us,” Chris proposed. It sounded blissful.

“My god that sounds so good. I think we’ve earned it.”

“I think so too, sweetheart.” The two of you laid there not saying a word just staring at each other. Your connection felt stronger than ever. Therapy had done what it was supposed to. You guys were better than ever. In fact, you were so much better you’d completed your last session with Dr. Danquah feeling incredibly optimistic and pleased with how successfully you’d been.

It didn’t take long for the two of you to fall asleep with each other still on the call with one thought to fall asleep to. Life was good.

-Two Days Later-

“Sounds like a plan,” Zora responded once you’d finished going over your plan for the next three months.

You and Chris had made such great progress in therapy that you felt more hopeful about the probability of your marriage surviving and not just surviving but thriving and becoming better than it ever had been. You’d both learned so much and every day the two of you were diligently working to put what you learned into play. He made a conscious effort to make you feel listened to and not just heard. You made an effort to give him the benefit of the doubt more times than not. Now after successful completion of near nine weeks of therapy, you both felt closer to each other. The love you felt for him had grown when you didn’t think it was possible to love him more.

The rest of your team left your office and it left you, Zora and Kizzy. Zora perched on your desk and watched you sign off on the rest of the contracts that needed to be couriered out. The next three months were setting up to be busy. You’d taken all the time you could and so had Chris. He was now in Los Angeles for meetings and interviews. It was his time to actually be present for the press centered on Knives out especially with it opening in a week.

“How’s Chris doing in LA? This is the first time in weeks you two have been apart.” You nodded at Zora’s inquiry.

She was right. You’d gotten so comfortable having him so close. You’d created a routine that you fell in love with, a routine that you now missed. It had been a week since he’d been gone, and you felt his absence to your core.

“He’s doing good. He says he’s trying to acclimate back into press touring and being away but it’s hard.”

“Uugh, you two are so stinking cute I can’t deal,” Kizzy groaned out. you couldn’t help but smile.

“I’m glad you guys are doing better and found a way back to each other,” Zora added.

You stood and handed her the folder. Once she took them and she nodded and got to work on her laptop scanning them for your records. The next step was sending a copy to your lawyers before sending them back.

Your phone rang loudly in your home office. When you looked at the screen you saw your mother’s name pop up.

“Hi, mama.”

“Uriah, who the hell is this white woman?”

“Uh—what white woman, mama?” Kizzy and Zora both looked amused, they knew your mother’s antics and the way she spoke. They often got a good laugh from it.

“This woman I’m seeing on The Wendy Williams show.”

Your confusion took over. You sighed then groaned. “Mama, I don’t have time to walk you through the who is who of the celebrity world. Try googling her.”

“Uriah Letecia Tyler-Evans. You better know who this woman is. From the things I’m hearing from Wendy, you should have her as top priority on your to-do list. By to do list I mean beat down list.”

Kizzy was the one to snort loudly. You gave her a look that had her clamping her hand over her mouth in an effort to stop any others from escaping.

“Mama, what are you talking about?”

“Turn on The Wendy Williams show now!” Zora approached with the remote and turned the tv on then proceeded to find the right channel. Once Wendy’s face filled the screen the volume increased. You were just in time to hear the audible gasp and “ooh” from the audience.

“Okay mama Wendy is on. What is so important?”

“Wait for it and listen,” your mother instructed.

“So, I don’t know what kind of marriage they have but if this were my marriage, and I know what you’re going to say my marriage fell apart from the same thing—an easy, trifling’ homewrecking whore.” Again, the audience gasped and “oohed”.

“Yeah I know, if you live in a glass house you shouldn’t throw stones but look y’all. In no world is this okay.” A video played of Ana wearing the sweater Chris wore in character in Knives Out. It was evident she had on nothing else but the sweater. She danced around while giving her best sexy eyes to the camera. You didn’t hear a thing else, not from Wendy or the audience, or even the music that was playing on the video. The video stopped and flipped to a picture of her posing in the sweater. You zeroed in on the caption.

“That was weird, anyway what I wanted to say is go see knives out. Also, thanks Chris for the sweater. I think it looks better on me this way, but you can feel free to come and take it and prove me wrong.”

As if you were a bull in the pen you saw red.

“This bitch!” Yours, Kizzy’s and Zora’s voice all merged into one as the three of you said the same thing, at the same time the same exact way. You looked at them and the looks on their faces made you wonder if you looked the same way. Pissed.

“First of all, this is all levels of inappropriate. I may be jaded and reading into things too much but ol’ girl didn’t have to put his sweater on with nothing else on. She posted this for a reason besides promo for their movie. Second, this is a thirst trap if I’ve ever seen one, now it’s not as extreme as others but a low-level thirst trap is still a thirst trap. This is a thirst trap of testing the waters. This is definitely flirtatious. Also, the caption, girl.” Wendy’s face said it all.

“Girl you know you not slick. This is disrespectful on all levels to this man’s real wife Uriah Evans. Again, I don’t know what kind of marriage they have but this isn’t the first time I’ve seen some suspect behavior from this woman toward Chris Evans. I get it he’s hot, he is a fine piece of white chocolate. The draw of a married man is appealing it’s like a competition but girl no. This man has a whole wife. Back off.”

The audience clapped and cheered.

“Do you see now Uriah. Now, who is this woman? You better tell me this isn’t the same trollop that tested your marriage a few months ago.”

“Mama I’ll call you back.” You hung up and prepared to dial Chris but before pressing the green call button you paused and thought about what you were about to do and what you were about to say. Every instinct in your body was saying blow up and rain hellfire on him, but thanks to the last months of work in therapy, part of you hesitated.

“Fuck!” You hit the desk and took several deep breaths. “This bitch really is grinding my last fucking nerve!”

“For good fucking reason. What the hell is that? Did Chris really send that to her?”

You had no idea. He very well could have. Again, you stopped and thought about things. He wouldn’t dare, not after everything you’d been through these last months, not after everything you came so close to losing. Still, there she was wearing the sweater. You looked back to the paused tv and examined the freeze frame of the picture. She looked so damn pleased with herself. Before you could fester anymore anger your phone rang again. This time it was Chris.

“Give me a minute, guys.” Kizzy and Zora walked out giving you a little privacy before you answered your phone.

“Hey, baby. I miss you,” Chris said with a smile on his face. You took another deep breath and tried to push away any ill will.

“I miss you too.”

“Are you okay?” He was walking around making you dizzy. When he finally stopped he sat down in perfect lighting.

“Yeah, I’m good. How are you? What’re you doing?”

“I just finished up wardrobe here in San Diego, getting ready to do yet another interview.” He leaned back and sighed.

“Okay, cool.” You couldn’t find anything else to say. You didn’t want to blow up at him or even ask him because you didn’t want to give him the impression you didn’t trust him. You understood now, you trusted him you just didn’t trust her.

“Are you all set to come out? I can’t wait to see you.”

“Uh, yeah, I’ll be on a flight day after tomorrow. I’m just finishing up some loose ends.” His smile was bright, and a glimmer caught your eye.

Squinting your eyes, you locked in on it then looked back to the tv at her background. Your eyes went back and forth for several moments before you felt the pit of your stomach fall. The backgrounds were one hundred percent identical. Her picture and video were taken from his room.

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Title: Rumor Has It {9}*

Chris Evans x Famous Reader Uriah “Riah” Tyler-Evans

Warning: Plot, Cursing, Slow Burn, Small Sensual Smut

Word Count: 5.5K

**Inspired by a video seen of Chris and his co-star Ana De Armas on their press tour for Knives Out at TIFF where she kept touching his chest and face standing about five inches apart.

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-Two and a Half Weeks Later-

A lot can change in six weeks. People can die, relationships end, or begin, or even become rejuvenated. Eight weeks ago, you couldn’t fathom the events that transpired between you and Chris. You couldn’t have imagined the troubles with his co-star, or the deep-rooted insecurities the both of you held or even the pain that the two of you would have to work through. It was more than you had ever expected but you were grateful you had gone through it. You’d found new appreciation and love for your husband and everything he was.

After the thrice-weekly counseling sessions you and Chris attended for the last seven weeks you felt your marriage was stronger than ever. You felt closer to him than you’d ever felt. The homework sessions you’d been assigned seemed to work miracles. They were all designed to strengthen communication like the questions that were assigned for the two of you to go through and answer through discussion. The questions were usually about deep values the two of you held such as how each of you would want honesty to be handled in your relationship, or what ways do each of you prefer expression of each other’s shortcomings.

Then there was the homework designed to increase emotional intimacy, like the exercise you did every night where the two of you sat in your underwear on the floor in front of each other and just stared into each other’s eyes. There was no talking and no moving just gazing and breathing that increased in time over the weeks. You were now up for forty minutes. In the beginning, the two of you could barely get through ten minutes without feeling uncomfortable or looking away to some part of each other’s bodies. Today is was easy to remain focused on each other’s eyes and it gave you a feeling of comfort and connection that lingered for hours and hours.

The sound of your phone broke you out of your thoughts. As you walked across your office to your cellphone on your desk you saw Chris’ face on your phone. A smile spread across your face.

“Hello?”

“I’m going to be a little late for the session. I have a meeting about Knives Out and it is intersecting with the time for therapy. I’m so sorry. I tried everything to push it back--.”

“Chris, it’s okay. I understand.”

“Do you? I don’t want you to think I’m not taking this serious or that--.”

“I know how serious you’re taking this. I see the effort you’ve made the last few weeks despite being in the middle of promo and a lot of work. I see you’ve done everything you can to make this and us primary even if it resulted in contract breaches.”

He’d told his people to inform production that he was taking a step back from a lot of the promo for the movie due to a family emergency. The majority of his promo obligations were done through video conferences and interviews or phone interviews. Anything that could be transitioned to Boston was, anything that couldn’t he just didn’t do. Unlike other celebrities, you didn’t feel a need to disclose that you’d experienced a miscarriage because it was no one’s business but yours and Chris’. Thankfully he agreed wholeheartedly. Your families were amazing. When they found out about everything, they were all incredibly supportive and helpful in any way they could. You were never meant to feel less than or inadequate and that was a relief. The subject was still a tough one, but you and Chris were working through it and had come to a mutual acceptance regarding the loss of your child. It wasn’t meant to be at the time.

“You should know you and our marriage is more important to me than anything, career and contract breeches included.”

Your smile was a wide one as his words filled you with warmth and love.

“After—do you think you might want to have dinner at our place?”

Another smile spread across your face, this one wider than the one before. You leaned against your desk and wrapped your free hand around your abdomen. The memories of your place came flooding back. They were good memories—incredible memories and you loved every one of them. You’d had so many firsts there.

“Dragonfly?” Butterflies whisked through your belly and you actually sighed and tried to fight those very butterflies from making a descend down south. It had been quite a while.

“I’m here. Yeah, yeah that sounds great,” you responded.

“Okay. So, I’ll see you at therapy.”

“Okay. Drive safe. Bye.”

“Uriah?”

“Yeah.”

There was a ten-second pause before he spoke again.

“I love you.” Three words was all it took for your heart to melt and those butterflies to bring on a wave of desire. Those words from him meant much more now than they ever did. You’d taken them for granted before. You wouldn’t ever again, especially knowing how easy it was to lose love, happiness, and even life.

“I love you too Chris.”

The two of you lingered on the phone for a few more seconds before you ended it. you sat there for a few minutes and tried to push away the desire and arousal you were battling. It difficult and the difficulty it took was increasing with every passing day. A lot could change in little time.

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Well, it seems that this is a good place to end for this session. I am pleased things have been going so well between you,” Dr. Danquah exclaimed with a jovial smile on her face.

Glancing at Chris who was beside you met your gaze and smiled as well. “We are too, we’ve really been working at it like you said. Anything is possible if two people want it bad enough,” Chris voiced while never taking his eyes off yours. He opened his hand waiting for you to take it. you wasted no time before you placed your hand in his. Butterflies filled you again as he laced your fingers together.

“Wonderful. I also take it you two have been adhering to my no intercourse rule?”

Both of you looked to her with straight faces. “Oh yeah. There have been no invasions of foreign land here.”

You snorted then pinched your lips shaking your head. There was his sense of humor again.

“Good. For many couples, I know this can be incredibly hard.”

“Hard is a very good word to use.”

“Chris!” He smiled at you and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“I get it, don’t worry. Sex is a natural part of a healthy, loving relationship. Many use it as a way to communicate. The thing is you never want to rely on it as a primary mode of communication. With the two of you; communication was a big hurdle to overcome and rework. We’ve been working these last weeks to rebuild and reevaluate what communication means to the two of you and we’ve been doing the homework to rewire your brains. Just like any workout plan, it takes two weeks to feel it, four to see it with your own eyes and six to eight to hear it, hence a real change. The two of you are making great progress but you are not quite there where we can reintroduce sex,” Dr. Danquah explained.

You nodded because you understood and knew she was right and knew this was the best path for the two of you to go. Just because you knew and understood, didn’t mean it was easy. Every time you saw him around the house, he looked better and better. He’d kept up with his Captain America body and still worked out quite often this afforded him the body of a God. Every time when you did your intimacy exercise it was always hard not to look over his body, always difficult not to let your mind wander to sinful places.

“I think it is a good time to tweak the intimacy exercise. As you know from the beginning you’ve traveled through stages with it. First you were fully clothed, then one item of clothing was gone, then both. The next stage is fully undressed. The two of you will choose a time and place that works for you. You will undress and perform the exercise. See how long you can make it, ideally, I’d like the forty minutes to remain but again this is at your pace. Do you think you can do that?”

You could feel Chris’ eyes on you. You tried to slow your racing heart before you looked at him. The expression on his face was masked as he searched your eyes. You nodded.

“Yeah, we can do that.” Chris nodded his head then and looked back to Dr. Danquah.

“After you’ve reached your limit of time that the two of you feel comfortable, then I want the both of you to take another five to ten minutes to voice to the other just what you love about them. Try to keep these admissions and statements short and precise. Vagueness is the enemy. Do you understand?”

“Sounds easy,” Chris zealously announced.

You wished you had even half of his certainty. Sitting naked in front of your handsome, sexy and built husband for forty minutes and remain focused on his eyes and your intimate connection while not jumping his bones would not be easy. Failure was imminent.

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After the session, it was close to eight. You and Chris drove separately back to the brownstone. It gave you more time to think about the session and your assignments for the night and this week ahead. You and Chris were not one of those couples who were seeking therapy because you weren’t attracted to the other anymore and needed help unlocking that attraction and desire for one another. You and Chris were the couple who still had plenty of burning desire for the other and just needed help with centering the focus in their relationship. Through the last few weeks, the attraction you had for each other was evident with lingering looks or touches. Even the air between you and around the house was supercharged with everything that was being suppressed between you.

It took you almost twenty minutes to get home and Chris had made your reservations for eight-thirty which meant you didn’t have much time to get ready. You quickly went into motion with finding an outfit before you attempted to coif your hair in a semi intricate style that Chris would appreciate. He especially loved when you left your hair in its natural curled and coiled state. The result was always his undivided attention on you and his hands in your hair. You’d probably be able to handle his undivided attention but his fingers playing in your hair was another story. You probably wouldn’t be able to resist that.

When you came downstairs Chris was standing in the living room with his back turned to you. The way his dark checkered suit jacket hugged his shoulders and back muscles made your eyes roam his frame more. The lower they went the more your palms itched to touch. When your eyes landed on his perfectly toned derriere you admired the way his matching suit pants hugged every curve, and that is where your eyes stayed.

You didn’t even realize when he turned around until you heard him clear his throat. Your head snapped up and met his eyes. He was softly smiling.

“And here I thought you didn’t check me out anymore.”

You snorted and dipped your head lower. If he only knew how much you’d checked him out over the last few weeks.

“I am only human,” you answered. Chris’ eyes swept over your body and a pleased smile took over.

“God Uriah, you’re gorgeous. My god—how did I get so lucky?”

He walked around you like a predator assessing their prey and your skin prickled with goosebumps. You had no idea how one man could hold so much alluring sex appeal. You’d lost your voice and remained silent and the amused glint in his eyes said he knew it. He stood beside you and held out his arm.

“Shall we, Mrs. Evans?” You loved hearing that from him, looping your arm through his you smiled.

“We shall, Mr. Evans.”

You walked through the door and down the steps to his waiting car and everything the evening held in store for you.

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“This place is still the same.” You looked around the dimly lit restaurant and took in every detail. The flowers throughout the dining room were beautiful and wafted a soft aroma around that mingled with the finely prepared food that was being served. The view was incredible. The first time Chris had taken you here was the first time you were in Boston since you’d married. It was a brand new restaurant and hadn’t gotten many patrons due to it still being in its very first week of service. You fell in love the first night as you celebrated your first trip to Boston as a married couple. Then you took the time to celebrate anything and everything. Since you’d come here to celebrate any and everything.

“I’m glad it is,” Chris whispered before he took a sip of his beer.

“So, what are we celebrating tonight?” He smiled then gazed at you for almost a minute without speaking.

“That we’re in a good place. We’ve been able to make it through something that would have broken other couples. Let’s celebrate that our love is stronger than ever. I hope you feel the same way.”

Uncertainty and worry washed over his face as he waited for you to respond. You reached over the table and rested your hand on his.

“Of course, I feel the same way, Chris. We’ve been through a lot, you’re right and we should celebrate that we’ve been able to go through the dark tunnel and we didn’t give up.” Chris laced his fingers with yours and gently squeezed your hand. You held his gaze and felt the air around you change.

“Mr. and Mrs. Evans, your desserts.” Once the waiter spoke you pulled your hand back. Chris looked disappointed but the look faded as quickly as it appeared.

“Thank you.”

The caramel and amaretto drizzled double layer chocolate fudge brownie before you looked delicious. You took up the fork and looked over to Chris’ plate of bourbon and chocolate sauce drizzled triple fudge chocolate cake and smiled.

“Fudge chocolate cake still do it for you huh.”

“What can I say, I just love chocolate. Can’t you tell how much?”

The intensity in his eyes was not missed on you. You knew just how he meant it. Heat rushed through you and pooled between your legs. Looking down to your plate you took a forkful and placed it into your mouth and moaned at the delectable taste of the confection. Every time you came here you got the same thing and every time it tasted like the first time you had it. You tipped your tongue out to lick your lips and took a peek at Chris across from you. His eyes were focused on your mouth. You bit your bottom lip, it was an action you’d done hundreds of times over the years when you saw him looking at your mouth, it was unconsciously done. Chris cleared his throat and looked away as he straightened in his seat. The tension between you was palpable.

The ride home was tense and thanks to the two accidental hand grazes your skin was on fire. On some level you were happy that the attraction between you hadn’t faded, that would have been an additional struggle to rekindle. Because that attraction was still as present as ever it made it even more difficult to adhere to the rules of therapy. Being married for so long you also knew Chris’ tells that said he was struggling just as much. Chris has a natural sex appeal that was always around him. Others got the beginning stages, the docile, polite ones. He reserved the full levels, the catastrophic panty soaker levels for you.

His eyes were always expressive, and he always used them. Throughout dinner, he’d made sure to make eye contact with you every chance he got often lingering the looks just enough to raise the temperature in the restaurant. He also knew you loved his tongue, so he played it up, licking his lips, or tipping it out to taste something. Your husband was the expert at the tease. Now wasn’t any different, you would have bet he initiated those “accidental” touches.

As he drove your eyes drifted to him and went over his right hand clutched the stick. In the dim light of the car, his grip looked slack as if he were merely resting it there. You moved your eyes to the wheel that he held with his other hand just at the bottom. You loved to watch him drive, there was always something incredibly attractive how he controlled the wheel and shifted the gears of the stick so easily. He’d been the one to teach you how to drive a stick shift and it was not easy, but he made it look so simple.

When he rolled to a stoplight your eyes dropped down to his spread thighs. The way his slacks hugged his slender but powerful thighs had you taking in a slow deep breath. Chris squeezed the handle of the gear, from how pronounced each of his knuckles were you guessed it was a tight squeeze. Moving your eyes back to his thighs you slowly went over every detail before you moved to his crotch. You could already see a bulge, but it wasn’t an aroused bulge it was just how blessed your husband was. You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip and burrowed in the leather passenger seat hoping the feel of the leather on your skin would be enough of a consolation—it wasn’t.

When the green glow lit the interior of the car, Chris quickly shifted gears and slammed on the glass. The tires screeched at the sudden change in speed and you heard him groan out. He knew you were watching him, and he was having a hard time ignoring it.

By the time you walked inside the house again the only thing you wanted was a hot bath and a way to relieve yourself. You kicked off your shoes, picked them up and made your way to the steps.

“Uriah.”

Looking over your shoulder your eyes met his. “Thank you for agreeing to dinner.”

“Thank you for asking me.” Your eyes lingered and the temperature in the room rose. Then Chris walked away toward his office leaving you standing there to catch your breath for a little while before you hurried up to your bathroom.

Forty minutes, three orgasms, and several cramped fingers later you were sitting in your closet but still on edge. While your extracurricular activities in the shower helped to rid you of more than half of your need for him you were still left with that empty feeling that only Chris could fill. You decided maybe work would help to take your mind off of your hedonistic urges. So fifteen minutes later you were in your office going over contracts, answering emails and making plans for the next few weeks. You went over every one of your upcoming obligations and got lost with scanning a script that was sent by your manager.

By the time you heard the knock at your door, it was near one in the morning. “Hey, you okay?”

You gave your husband’s tank and sweats clad body a once over and flush of desire washed over you again. Sighing you rubbed your forehead. “Yeah. Great.”

“You’ve been in here a while.”

“Yeah, I got carried away with work and reading this script.”

“Ooh, a script. Is it any good?” He leaned against the door jamb and crossed his arms. The action made his biceps bulge even more. You leaned back in your chair and audibly groaned as you pinched the bridge of your nose.

“Uh—yeah, it reads good. It’s a dramedy.”

Chris snorted and nodded. “Dramedy, didn’t you say no more after the last one?”

“I did but there’s action in there too. It doesn’t seem like a typecast to me.”

“Okay. I can take a look at it if you want, give you a different perspective.”

You were too busy checking him out to register what he said. When you got to his hips, the way the sweats sat just below his obliques you knew he wasn’t wearing anything underneath them.

“Riah.”

“Yes. Yes, that’s—what?” Chris smirked and pushed his lower half off the structure and your eyes went right back to his hips.

“So that uh—assignment by Dr. Danquah,” Chris began. Your eyes trailed back to his, he had your undivided attention now.

“Yeah.”

“Feel like trying tonight?”

You absentmindedly traced your lips with your finger thinking about if you had the strength tonight. Chris had a mischievous smirk on his lips and you were itching to ask him why he was so amused.

“Do you?”

He shrugged and glanced down to the wooden floors as he uncrossed his legs and recrossed them, so his left leg was the one on top. “I leave it entirely up to you babe.” The sound of the pet name was unexpected. He hadn’t used it in weeks. You sensed he was consciously trying to keep his words as neutral as possible. This was a slip, a slip that made you moan. Your moan made his hips lurch forward and like a chain reaction you bit down onto your bottom lip.

This was every day in your lives since you met him, he set you off and then you returned the favor and you knew it would continue until one of you closed the space between you and when that happened neither of you would be able to resist the other. You cleared your throat, averted your eyes and looked down at the papers on your desk.

“Yeah, we could try. I’m gonna finish up the next ten or so pages and I’ll meet you in the bedroom,” you informed making sure not to look at him.

“How about the living room instead?”

“Yeah, yeah that’s fine.” You busied yourself and nodded your head while focusing on the screen of your laptop. When you felt him walk away you released a rush of breath and tried to calm your beating heart.

Fifteen minutes later as you descended the stairs you heard the soft sounds of the Bon Ivar song you’d recently been using during these exercises. You loved the song even more every time you heard it. When you got to the threshold of the living room you saw the lights off and the fireplace was roaring and there he was on one knee nursing the wood. Your heart skipped a beat and you were sure you knew where that beat went—right between your legs. When he turned, he just stared at you. It reminded you of the night he asked you to marry him and the night he asked you to be the mother of his children. On both occasions, he got on one knee.

For some reason you felt nervous to do this. Over the last few weeks, this exercise became something you looked forward to at the end of the day. It had started to become something of a comforting force for you. Tonight, your therapist was upping the ante, tonight was a whole different level of intimacy. You slowly walked to your husband as he stood and put the fire poker down. When you stood before him with the fireplace between you it was then you realized he had on a lot more clothes than you. Chris must have thought about his clothes too his eyes scanned his body then yours and rested his eyes on yours.

He took a deep breath and lifted his shirt off then dropped it to the side. In the glow of the fire, his hair and beard looked like a deeper rust color and as the light danced across his skin it gave him a warm hue, one that complimented every dip and curve of his muscles. Chris then looped his fingers in the waistband of his sweats and pulled them off. You were right, he wasn’t wearing underwear. As he kicked them to the side your eyes slowly drank in the sight of him. He was absolutely perfect, and no other could ever compare. Chris rolled his shoulders back and held his head higher. He was feeling vulnerable. It was your turn to take the leap with him.

Slowly you untied your robe while keeping your eyes on his. Before you shrugged off the robe you hesitated, and you knew it was silly. He’d seen you naked so many times, he knew every inch and crevice of your body. He could probably paint a perfect oil painting of what you looked like with his eyes closed. It was silly your hesitation and anxieties. So, you took a breath and shrugged off your robe. Chris kept his eyes on yours for a long while. When they dipped lower it was a slow journey, he looked as if he were pressing every curve of your body, every beauty mark, and scar to memory. Your heart rapidly beat from your nervousness, but your belly fluttered like a swarm of angry butterflies lived there. With everything in you, you wanted him to come to you.

Chris looked as if he wanted to say something but instead, he pinched his lips. You weren’t supposed to talk. The two of you sank down to the fur rug and sat in front of each other and listened to the song playing over your sound system. Neither of you broke your eye contact or moved an inch. Two minutes, then five passed and before you knew it you’d lost track of the time and only focused on his eyes and everything you saw there. You saw love, hope, fear, desire, and a deep yearning. You didn’t know what he was yearning so deeply for and you wanted to touch him so badly.

His bobbing Adam’s apple caught your eye and you wondered if this was difficult for him. Meeting his gaze again you focused more intently on the goal of the exercise and everything you wanted. The love you felt for him was powerful and the love you felt wafting off of him was equally as strong. Soon you got swept away in that love and the deepness of his eyes. Before you’d felt nervous, scared even but now all of that was gone, all you felt was calm, and an overwhelming connection that felt as if there were an invisible string from your heart to his.

Before you knew it there was a bell chiming in the distance. It wasn’t loud but it was distracting. Blinking your eyes you looked beside Chris and saw the blinking of his phone alarm. When you looked back to him he wasn’t moving. His eyes were glued to your breasts.

“I love how smart you are, that you consciously make an effort to learn things and be a part of things that interest you,” Chris began; his voice was soft but confident. You gave him a small smile.

“I love your honesty. From the day you met me you have never lied to me about anything, even if it’ll hurt me, you have always kept it one hundred percent real. I appreciate that more than you know.”

He didn’t speak immediately; he didn’t look as if he were trying to think of something else to say he looked like he was trying to let your words sink in.

“I love your genuineness. You’ve never pretended to be anything you weren’t. that includes having a censor. I love that you don’t censor what you say especially to me, even though it drives me crazy something. I still love it.”

You smiled then pinched your lips. He smiled back at you.

“I love your sense of humor. You always make me laugh, yeah it’s kind of like a frat boy sense of humor or a dirty old man but I don’t mind because your dirty mind matches mine.” Chris snorted and laughed out loud slapping his hand across his chest. You laughed with him and fell even more in love with him.

“I also love your laugh,” you added.

Chris’s laughter died down and smiled at you. “I love your kindness, you love to make people think you’re mean and nothing but a savage but I see right through that Riah, I fell in love with your kindness, and how giving you are of your time, yourself, your resources. You are happy to give everything you have away and I love that about you.”

Feeling the prickle of tears you looked away from him but your eyes had a mind of their own and they dropped to his lap. Another wave of desire washed over you.

“I love your body,” you groaned out. Chris snorted again. You looked back to him and shook your head. “I’m sorry, well not really. I do love your body. You’ve always been the most beautiful, sexiest man I have ever met; you will always be it for me, Chris. Always.”

Suddenly Chris leaned over the space between you and moved closer. Before you were maybe half a foot apart now just inches. “I love your heart dragonfly, I love everything about you, from every natural hair follicle to your toenails. You’re the most beautiful, seductive, tempting and sexiest woman ever, you’re a goddess. My queen. I love you Riah.” A tear slid down your cheek, but Chris swiped it away and kissed where it rolled seconds before. Closing your eyes, you sat there and allowed him to place soft kisses across your face—your cheeks, forehead, jaw, nose, eyelids, and finally your chin.

When you didn’t feel his lips for several moments you opened your eyes to look into his. “Forever and a day Uriah. You promised me forever and a day and I won’t stand for anything less. I’m collecting all of it. Forever and a day.”

Crushing your lips to his you kissed him with everything you possessed. Your mother told you when you were a teenager that women fell in love one real time with one man. She said you could love others but that real, soul-shaking, earth-shattering love could only be felt once with one man. She said she’d felt that way with your father and one day if you were lucky you’d feel it. you never felt it with Christiano or any of your other boyfriends. You’d only ever felt it with Chris and after damn near five years of marriage, you still felt that way. Nothing had changed.

Chris lifted you onto his lap holding you in the tantric position as he savored your lips as if they were spun sugar and it was all he needed to sustain. When you felt him nibble your bottom lip you wrapped your arms around him and sank your fingers into his hair. Chris moaned on your lips and delved his tongue further into your mouth. The way his tongue teased and danced with yours stole your breath. You had to pull away and gasp for air. Chris then latched his mouth onto your neck and sucked at the spot on your neck he knew always drove you crazy. You moaned again and panted out ending with his name.

“Chris,” it was a fevered whisper. You could feel his need growing between you and you wanted nothing more than to slowly slide onto his length and reconnect with him the way your body needed.

“I love you so much, kitten.”

Chris cupped your breast and dropped his mouth to your hardened nipple. You threw your head back and moaned enjoying the feel of him. Chris suckled, licked and nibbled your flesh and in no time his length was hardened against your belly. It would be so easy and quick to just take what you needed, what you both needed in this moment, but you knew it would be a want of the flesh. Your bodies didn’t need to reconnect as much as your hearts and souls did—not yet at least.

As if reading your mind, he pulled his mouth back from your breast and kissed you once, then twice and gazed into your eyes. “I know, we can’t.”

“I want to,” you assured.

“I know, me too.” He kissed you again, you took control of the kiss and quickly got lost in it. Chris moaned on you and lowered his hand to your backside and squeezed. You groaned as Chris tore his lips away. “So damn much.” You quickly nodded.

“I want us more,” Chris added. You gave him a small smile then gave him a soft kiss.

“I do too.” He looked relieved as he dropped his forehead to your chest. You hugged his head to you and the two of you stayed like that.

“Forever and a day,” you repeated.

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songtoyou · 4 years

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@royallyprincesslilly, I hope you don’t mind that I made another mood board for Rumor Has It. I just loved when Chris said to Uriah in the latest chapter, “The only way your lose me is if I die. Even then, I’ll always be with you until we meet again in our next life. You will never be rid of me.”

That part got me right in the feels.

#chris evans #chris evans x uriah #chris evans x ofc #fic rec

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royallyprincesslilly · 3 years

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Title: Rumor Has It {Epilogue}

Chris Evans x Famous Reader Uriah “Riah” Tyler

Warning: Cursing, Plot, Fluff,

Words: 2.2k

**Inspired by a video seen of Chris and his co-star Ana De Armas on their press tour for Knives Out at TIFF where she kept touching his chest and face standing about five inches apart.

NOTE: DO NOT COME FOR ME. THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION.

**Loosely Edited/Proofread**

Thank you guys for reading!!!! If you enjoyed this please LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG. 😊❤️❤️

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If the public ripped Chris a new asshole when the odds seemed ever not in his favor, they massacred Ana once the facts were revealed. When it came out just how low Ana had gone in her efforts to get your husband, the world turned into a colder place. The tabloids ran endless pieces on what a horrible person she was. They were relentless when it came to nitpicking not just her behavior and actions, but they even went in on her acting. You could have said you felt bad for her, but you didn’t. Not one bit.

The support that came out for you and Chris was heartwarming. Everyone seemed to want to wrap the two of you in a cocoon of support and love. You received well-wishes from fans and supporters, and even celebs sent floral arrangements, all expressing their support for you. The narrative that was spun was the diabolical plot of Ana and jilted ex Christiano who concocted a plot that was to end with Ana getting Chris and Christiano kidnapping you. Most of the details were released to the press, though you and Chris had both tried to keep as much of it under wraps as possible. Neither one of you wanted to continue dealing with it. You just wanted to move forward and focus on better things—happier things.

Because Christiano had broken into your home and attempted to cause harm to its residents, Chris’s actions were seen as self-defense, and Chrisnao’s death ruled an accidental result of self-defense. Though the White family were distraught once they were faced with the severity of Christiano’s actions and continued plans, they didn’t have the heart to put you through any further trauma. You’d suspected it was Christina’s doing, and a floral arrangement from her a few weeks after the incident proved your suspicions.

You’d been friends with her first, and it was a friendship that survived the end of your relationship with Christiano. This was her way of letting it be known that her brother did wrong. A month after the incident, her statement shed light on Christiano’s mental health and revealed he’d been struggling for several years since the break-up. She made no apologies for his actions and didn’t try to make him seem like a victim. She was adamant about letting the full truth be seen. She did offer an apology to you, Chris, your families, and your children.

For her part in the plot, her actions of physically trying to kill you, not knowing you pregnant at the time, was what sealed Ana’s fate. She was sentenced to jail, and it wasn’t entirely the sentence of a privileged woman. It was one of a criminal who showed no remorse for their actions. She was given nine years behind bars, and because she was living and working in the US on a visa rather than citizenship, after the completion of her sentence, she would be deported to Spain.

Even film studios were distancing themselves from her at record speed. All the roles she had been considered for quickly changed their views and voiced wanting you to have the roles. It was sort of poetic to you. She hated you because you were black, and you didn’t deserve all you had, including your career and husband. In the end, she was the absolute furthest from your husband, and now everything that was hers would be yours.

You and Chris were on a flight to Massachusetts two days after the incident. Neither of you were suspects; there was no reason for you to remain in LA, so you quietly packed up what you wanted and made arrangements to pack up the house for the foreseeable future, then went where both of you felt like you belonged. You left any details about your career plans to your manager to close. Everyone seemed to understand the want you had to step back from work and Hollywood, especially when the news was out that you were going to be parents.

That was the only thing Chris seemed to care about. He was on a mission to keep you comfortable, happy, and taken care of. From the minute he carried you over the threshold of the home he’d built for you, it felt like a fresh start, a new beginning meant just for the five of you.

He was there beside you every morning, patting your back as you vomited because of your morning sickness until you were four and a half months along. He was there for every single appointment. He read every book you did to prepare for the remainder of your pregnancy and life with twins. He was there preparing you lunch every afternoon, there massaging your feet and back at the end of every night. He was there to lather on the cocoa and shea butter to your growing belly. He was there to compliment every stretch mark you received because of your quickly stretching skin. He was there to kiss each of them while telling you how much he loved each and every tiger stripe, as he called them. He was even there for you when none of your clothes fit you, and he offered you all his cable-knit sweaters, hoodies, sweatpants, and button-downs.

When your belly became so big you couldn’t see your feet; he put your shoes on for you. When you couldn’t get up without looking like a beached whale, Chris was there to carry you wherever you wanted to go. There rarely went an hour that went by where he didn’t strip you to worship your body as if you were his scripture, and he worshiped you and you alone. Not a day passed where you didn’t feel loved, desired, and protected.

Through it all, you decided that therapy was beneficial and a powerful enough tool to bring you back together that you wanted to continue. Dr. Danquah was thrilled having the two of you as clients again and, because of your progress, saw no need for you to see her more than twice a month to keep the lines of communication and the roots of love and passion ever strong. The love you felt for Chris and the connection you felt to each other only deepened throughout your pregnancy.

Just when you thought you couldn’t love him anymore, he did something to prove you wrong. Every day you found something more to love. If it wasn’t his fun-loving nature that was on display every time he played with Dodger, it was his outdoorsy adventurism with the way he bounded from the bed once the sun rose to drag you on another of his nature walks so he could photograph the trees or the hills. If it wasn’t his romantic side with how he prepared candlelit baths every night that posed as a prequel to dinner by candlelight and the most passionate session of lovemaking, it was his undercover, not so undercover freak antics with him wanting to christen every single room in the house and a few spots outdoors with your lovemaking. At nights when he thought you were sleeping, you heard him talking to the babies as he caressed your stomach. That was what you loved most. His sheer love, devotion, and adoration for his children and the strong protector that resided in him. he was the only one for you.

“Push Riah.”

“Don’t fucking tell me to push. You push!”

Chris snorted, and you wanted to kill him. His hands rubbed your belly before he kissed your jaw from his position behind you in the tub in your bathroom.

“I can push with you, but you have the babies in you. You have to show them the way.”

You groaned, and it echoed in the hallowed bathroom.

“You can do this, Uriah,” Lisa encouraged, giving your shoulder a firm squeeze.

You looked across to your mother, who nodded, hoping to steel your nerve. Chris kissed your ear.

“Come on, dragonfly. You got this. Bring our babies into the world so we can spoil them.”

And you can change all the poop diapers?”

Chris snorted again. “I don’t recall making any such promise.”

You squeezed his hand with everything you had. He groaned and hissed from the pain.

“Ah, ah, wow. Okay, I see my error. Yes, all poop diapers that you don’t want.” You released his hand, letting him relax somewhat.

“Use that, baby. I know it’s hard. I know it hurts, and I’m sorry.”

“This is your fault,” you pointedly accused.

“Yes. My fault. I take full blame. I’m sorry.”

“You owe me so big for this, Evans.”

He nodded, agreeing with you. that was when the pain intensified at levels that made you regret choosing a natural birth at home.

“Oh fuckity, fuck. So big, Evans!”

“You’re crowning. Do you want to come over here and catch your baby, dad?”

Chris moved from behind you and got into position between your legs. His eyes widened, clearly seeing the baby’s head. The excitement around you was palpable, and it gave you a burst of energy to get the baby out. You grabbed your knees, hunkered down, and pushed because whether you were supposed to or not. Your scream was loud, and the screams of those around you picked up. They shouted to you, encouraging you to keep going and not to stop. The look on Chris's face suddenly changed, and you saw the tears in his eyes.

“Oh my god, Riah, I can—I can see—oh baby, I can see a face. come on, Dragonfly, one more push.”

You screeched out and fought through the intense burning you felt, and in seconds the crying of a baby echoed in the bathroom.

“Aah, oh my god, Riah, it’s a girl. She’s here,” Chris elated as tears rolled down his cheeks.

You smiled widely as Chris held your daughter and cut her umbilical cord before he placed her on your chest.

“Oh my god!”

She was perfect, with a full head of hair that was the color of Chris’s and cheeks so plump you were tempted to pinch them. You only had a moment to place a kiss on her forehead before you felt another stab of pain that made you shout again. The second midwife took the baby from you so you could focus on pushing out her sister.

“She’s right there, Uriah. You’re doing incredible, baby,” your mother informed.

“I’m thinking three good pushes, Uriah. When you feel the urge, push.

You instantly felt the urge to push and returned to your previous position and pushed as hard as you could. This push was just as painful as the first one, but you felt this push accomplished more.

“Good push, her head is out. One more, and she’ll be out,” your first midwife said.

The look on everyone's face was one of anxiety and excitement. The sounds of your first daughter’s cries had died down, and the only thing that could be heard in the room was your panting, screeching, and grunting.

“Fuuuuuck!”

You managed to push your daughter out, and her cries filled the bathroom. Soon, it was not one baby crying but both of them.

“You did it!”

Lisa and your mother both kissed your cheeks and forehead, happily congratulating you and telling you how well you’d done while the midwives cleaned the babies to bring them to you. When Chris came up beside you, your mothers backed away, giving you a few moments together. Chris kissed your forehead.

“You’re incredible. You did so good, dragonfly. I’m so proud of you.” He kissed you once, then twice, and nuzzled his nose against yours.

“I love you so much.”

“Did someone order two perfect babies?”

The midwives placed your daughters in your arms.

“This is baby A; she was born first and her sister.”

Your tears flowed freely as so much emotion filled you. Love in it’s purest form washed over you.

“Chris. They’re beautiful.”

“Of course they are. They look just like you,” Chris said, kissing your temple.

A comfortable silence fell between you as you admired your newborn daughters.

“Any decision on names?”

You smiled and ran your thumb across the baby’s brow in your arm.

“Yeah. How do you feel about Nova and Rae?”

Chris’s face lit up as his smile spread so wide that you wondered if his face would split in two.

“I love them. Nova and Rae Evans,” he uttered. You nodded and couldn’t help but choke up, seeing the emotion on his face.

“Chasing dragonflies,” he whispered the meanings of the names you’d discussed weeks ago before his lips met yours for a tender kiss.

With his forehead pressed to yours, he whispered again. “Rumor has it you’re going to be an amazing mom.”

You smiled and looked at him before pressing your lips to his for a quick kiss. “Rumor has it you’re a DILF.”

Chris laughed so loud it startled your babies, making them stir and cry. You joined in laughing with him, unable to keep your sublime happiness under wraps any longer.

“Rumor has it you two will have siblings in record time,” Lisa said slightly above a whisper.

Everyone in the room laughed, not knowing how true those were most likely were. You and Chris gazed at each other with longing and love in your eyes. When Chris kissed you again, this time taking his time to do it properly, completely and heartily, you knew his mother’s words would be the truest spoken.

The End!!!!!

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Title: Rumor Has It {21}*

Chris Evans x Famous Reader Uriah “Riah” Tyler

Warning: Cursing, ANGST, Plot, Fluff, Mildly NSFW, Violence, Blood, Death, Verbal mention of Rape, Potentially Triggering Discussion

Words: 6.2k

**Inspired by a video seen of Chris and his co-star Ana De Armas on their press tour for Knives Out at TIFF where she kept touching his chest and face standing about five inches apart.

NOTE: DO NOT COME FOR ME. THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION.

**Loosely Edited/Proofread**

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

-Uriah-

You pushed off of him to an upright position, not sure you’d heard him right. “Say what!?”

Chris sat up as well and leaned on the headboard.

“Yeah. Abel, the detective, found that the video was doctored. It was spliced together using so many different audio clips dating back to when Knives Out was announced. She had someone doctor it to make it seem like it was me, or recent and current me.”

You were ready to claw her eyes out. “That bitch!”

Chris sighed. “That’s not it,” he began. He reached for your hand and brought you closer. You swung your leg over his lap and sat on his thighs, giving him your undivided attention.

“Remember the picture of her in the sweater?”

Clenching your jaw, you nodded. “The one from your room?”

He nodded. “You’re right—it was from my room.”

You gaped at him, ready to lunge at him, but you stopped yourself.

“She snuck in, stripped down, and posted it. Abel was able to get security footage from the hotel. She bribed one of the housekeeping staff. They let her in, and it was at the same time I was on call for press. The timestamp shows it. I’m thinking she knew it would set you off and create problems between us.”

You couldn’t believe what he was saying. This was insane. Why would someone go to these lengths?

“Wow.” You rubbed your forehead, trying to wrap your head around everything. Not only were you still grappling with everything that happened since the accident, including things with Christiano, but the babies and Chris’s downward spiral, but now this. “Oh my god.”

“The investigator uncovered a video from the hotel—and so much more.” Chris released a heavy breath then took your hand. “It all points to her, Riah.”

His fingers traced imaginary patterns on my hand and along the length of my fingers.

“And the text messages?” You couldn’t help yourself. Chris looked up from your hand and to your waiting eyes. The look on his face was an inquisitive one. “The ones between you and her about us,” you finished.

There was no look of shock; he just looked resolved, as if he somehow knew that you knew.

“How do you know about that?”

“I did something crazy,” you began before pausing to find the right way to explain.

It only took a few moments to forego any strategic plan and lay it out. So that is what you did. You explained your mission impossible operation with Kizzy and Zora a few weeks ago at Chris’s press junket. You explained being in the elevator to witness Ana’s blatant flirting. You explained, taking her purse and going through her phone to find out how devious she was. By the time you finished, the silence in the room was deafening. Chris hadn’t moved or spoken since you began. The look on his face was so masked and neutral that you couldn’t tell if he was on the brink of an angry outburst or a disappointed one.

Suddenly Chris snorted loudly then laughed obnoxiously, clapping his free hand across his chest. The laugh went on so long to the same caliber that you couldn’t help but join in. So the two of you sat there laughing together for several long minutes. Once both of you were laughed out, you just stared at each other.

“I can’t say that I’m surprised,” Chris started first, continuing to rub your hand. “I knew who I married.”

He sighed and shook his head. That was when you saw the remorse in his eyes. “I’m sorry. I should have told you about it all, but I didn’t want to hurt you or have you doubt me.”

Chris clenched his jaw then crinkled his brow. “In hindsight, I know it looked really suspicious. There are so many things I see now that I didn’t then. I shouldn’t have even had those text exchanges. It’s not her place to know anything small or not about our marriage. Jesus.” Chris took his hand away then raked it through his hair before locking his hands behind his neck—one of his frustrated ticks. His eyes were dropped to your thighs, and that’s where they remained.

“I’m sorry, Riah.”

His voice sounded clouded, and that was the only indication you needed to know his emotions were getting the better of him.

“I’ve been so stupid. So stupid,” he choked out.

“Baby.” You slid closer to him, grabbing his elbows to pull them down to rest on top of your thighs. “Look at me.”

You raised his chin so he was looking into your eyes. His tears stained his cheeks and welled his eyes. You’d wanted him to see the error of his ways so many times. You’d wished he could see it your way and understand, and now that he did, you should have felt vindicated, but you didn’t. There really were no winners when the family feuds.

Dropping your face into the crook of his neck, you inhaled his scent.

“I’m sorry, dragonfly,” Chris whispered, wrapping his arms around you holding you close. “So sorry.”

“Baby—look at me.”

He pulled back enough for you to peer into his eyes. As you caressed his cheek, you spoke.

“It’s okay. I—you--,” you sighed, then traced your thumb across his bottom lip. “I understand. There has been so much—pain, so much sorries and--.” Again you stopped for a few seconds.

“No more,” you finished.

Chris slowly nodded his head, grasping your meaning. He then kissed your thumb and nuzzled his bearded jaw into your palm. Though you wanted to move on, there was one more burning question, one more thing you had to know. Nibbling your bottom lip, you found your courage.

“Were—were you tempted?”

You couldn't look at him, so you kept your head down.

“What? Tempted? To do what?”

Meeting his eyes, you swallowed, then continued.

“Cheat,” you whispered.

Chris sat up straight, and he cupped your face within his large hands. His eyebrows were crooked with the intense, take me serious look he always got when he was about to say something important.

“Look at me. Never.”

You tried to look away, but he wouldn’t let you.

“Listen and hear me, Uriah, never, ever. I would never. I told you I married you for a reason. I had a plan. Forever and a day, Uriah. You promised me forever and a day, and I won’t stand for anything less. I’m collecting all of it. Forever and a day.”

Fighting the tears, you scoffed. “You were a jackass. When I tell you a woman wants you, don’t doubt me.”

Chris smiled and nodded. “I was. Never again. We don’t be here again. I’m going to be Pence from now on. You must be present at all times, or I’m not alone with any women.”

You busted out laughing, and for the first time, you didn’t feel the heaviness of the last few weeks. It felt almost normal, like the two of you were on your way. Chris kissed you once, then twice before resting his forehead to yours.

“We have to nail her ass to the wall,” you declared, staring into his eyes.

“Oh, definitely. What did you have in mind, Mrs. Evans?”

“You didn’t file the papers?”

Chris scoffed, then rolled his eyes.

“I don’t know who you think I am, but you’re gonna have to try harder than divorce papers to get rid of me, Dragonfly.”

Again you smiled. “So whatever I want, you won’t be the voice of sympathy?”

“Whatever you want, kitten,” Chris replied, kissing the tip of your nose, making your belly flutter in the process.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I’m so happy that you’re okay, sweetheart,” your mother said as she pulled you into a group hug with your father.

“I’ll be okay, mom.”

Your father cupped your cheek, taking the time to inspect your face. You knew he wasn’t looking for physical harm. He was realizing how close he’d come to losing you, how he’d failed you. You could tell. When Chris had called them to update them, they instantly wanted to hear your voice. When they did, they broke, and that breaking turned to shattered when everything came out.

You’d spent two hours on the phone with them, listening to them apologize and blame themselves for putting so much trust in Christiano. They felt horrible for never suspecting that he would stoop so low. They begged you not to hate them, begged you to forgive them. It was easy to promise them you weren't angry because you understood. You didn’t blame them or hold a grudge for them not doing more. They had no idea who Christiano really was—you didn’t either. The only one who ever saw him for who he was, was Chris.

“I’m so sorry, Uriah. As your father, I should have done more to keep you away from him.”

“Daddy, don’t. There is nothing you could have done. You did the best with what the information you had—you all did,” you assured, looking around at the faces of everyone you loved, both your family and Chris’s.

Lisa approached and pulled you into another hug. You could feel her tears.

“I’m okay, I promise.”

“I am so happy that you are.” Her hand dropped to your bump, and she smiled. “That you all are.”

Just like that, the waterworks started again, and everyone huddled around you, everyone but Chris, who was standing back most likely watching with a cheesy smile on his face. When they released you, your guess was correct. Chris smiled, then winked at you.

“So how are we getting those sons of bitches?”

All eyes snapped to Zora, who looked as if she was ready to rip out a heart and eat it.

“Down girl—Chris has already laid the groundwork,” you said.

“And it was easy, just play into that colossal ego of his,” Chris finished, kissing my temple.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

-Chris-

MSG Love Of My Life: Remember, don’t let him goad you. He’s going to try.

He scoffed; it was an understatement.

MSG: I’m good. He can’t get me to because I have what he doesn’t, and I know something he doesn’t.

MSG Love Of My Life: You do have me. Forever and a day, my love. <Kiss emoji, heart emoji>

MSG: You should have let me go with you. I don’t like you’re alone.

MSG Love Of My Life: I’m not alone. I have my parents, Kizzy, Zora, your sisters, your mom, our lawyers. I am far from alone.

MSG: You know what I mean.

MSG Love Of My Life: I don’t think I could relive it all with you next to me anyway. It’s better this way. I’ll see you soon. Remember what I said. <Kiss>

He sighed and tried to push aside the guilt he felt. He wanted to be with you, holding your hand. You’d gone through too much alone, and all he wanted to do now was protect you.

MSG Scott: Need me to come up?

MSG: Nah, I can handle this.

MSG Scott: Okay.

He slipped his phone back into his pocket and stared out over the canyons and LA down below. It was a beautiful sight, one he liked a lot but not better than the changing leaves of Autumn in Massachusetts. He would never choose LA over them. It was, however, a good change of pace, but it staled quickly. Standing here, it was easy to forget the chaos of the last few months. Easy to forget that merely days ago, he’d thought his life was over, and it would never be the same.

“I can’t believe you suggested this. What, you’re a glutton for punishment? That’s cool; I don’t mind helping you with that.”

The sound of his voice was enough to make him want to turn around swinging, then drag him to the edge and kick him off Sparta style. He didn’t deserve to live, not after what he’d done to you. He clenched his jaw and tightened his fist, and slowly released a breath. Once he was sure he had some sort of control over his reflexes, he turned. Christiano looked as smug as ever. He’d never wanted to take a life, but right now, right here, he thought of at least ten ways in under one minute. They all involved pain.

“So, what air is there to clear?”

He clenched his jaw before he spoke.

“She’s still my wife.”

“Ah, ah, ah, according to those divorce papers she sent over, even that is limited time. Face it man; you’ve lost. I’ve won. I always win. I always get what I want, no matter what. It’s hilarious to me that you thought swooping into her life like that and marrying her on a whim would have changed things. Uriah has always been mine. She was always meant to be mine.”

His hatred for the man in front of him was already at toxic levels. He had no idea how it was possible for it to increase. Staring at him and hearing the venom he just spewed did the trick.

“So, this is just a game to you? This is her life—this is our life. All of this is for what?”

“To win what’s rightfully mine. I’m Christiano White. I get what I want when I want it, and that includes women. No one takes what’s mine. No one, and she’s mine!”

The smugness on his face was the most upsetting thing. He didn’t care hearing him profess fake ownership. He didn’t even care that Christiano thought he had so much privilege that he would get away with his insane plane. Even the thought that him being Christiano White meant jack shit. What really got to him was the fact he’d done this to prove some stupid, sick point. He’d played with his life, your life, and the life of his children for the sake of winning. He stepped to Christiano, ready to push his ass off the cliff, but before he touched him, the thought of you and those innocent babies flashed into his mind. There was no way he’d do this to you guys, he thought.

Gathering some calm, he stepped back. Christiano chuckled.

“Thay’s right. Recognize when you’ve lost, and oh, have you lost. Let me tell you how bad you’ve lost. She was in my bed, letting me touch her, kiss her, please her. She shouted my name, over and over. Not yours.”

He scoffed. “You sure? My name’s Chris. Did she say, Christiano?”

The smirk on Christiano’s face slipped, and rage replaced it. It was a small piece of satisfaction, but it was worth it, especially since he knew for a fact you’d called his name—Chris and not the latter. Though your brain didn’t remember him, your subconscious did, your heart did, your soul did. There was no room for anyone else. He nearly laughed in Christiano’s face because it had taken him this long to grasp that fully. There had only ever been you and him.

“You only have yourself to blame. Who would dare cheat on Uriah? Who would think to replace a diamond with a pebble? You’re an idiot,” Christiano jabbed before he laughed out. “Don’t worry, once we’re married, things will be better for her.”

“How do you plan on getting married if we’re still legally married?”

For the second time, the smile Christiano wore slipped. He looked around as if he expected someone to come out.

“For now,” Christiano scoffed, rolling his eyes.

He couldn’t help but smile when he saw you walking up behind Christiano. Catching on, he spun around.

“Babe, what’re—what’re you doing here? I thought we were meeting tonight.”

Christiano approached you with his arms out, but you walked past him to his waiting arms instead. Once he wrapped his arm around your waist, you kissed his lips, then turned to Christiano, who looked confused, angry, and a few other emotions he most likely hadn’t put together yet.

“For always,” you said.

“What the fuck!”

“Surprise,” he said, slipping his hand down to your hip. Christiano’s eyes dropped to his hand before he clenched his jaw. The annoyance from minutes ago was worth it.

“What was the plan, Christiano? It’s bigamy to be married to two people at once. Our marriage would have been null in void. What was the goal!?”

Christiano took a step to you, making him grip your hip tighter, ready to get in between you.

“I’m better than him. I’m richer, I look better, and I’m better in bed. Admit it, Riah. I don’t lose to men like him. I wasn’t done with you,” Christiano confessed with bitterness in his voice.

You pulled from him, taking a step to Christiano. “So you decided to turn me into a pawn! You decided to lie to me, manipulate me and—rape me?!”

“Shut up, I didn’t--,” he began before you cut him off.

“Yes, you did! I was not of sound mind. I didn’t know what I was doing. I didn’t even know who I was. You knew. You fucking knew, and you used that and stole from me. Admit it!”

Sensing things were about to go south, he stepped between the two of you, pulling back to a safe distance.

“That’s right, fuck it! Yes, I did all of that. I’ll admit it. Yes, I manipulated you to get what I wanted. I couldn’t lose to this dick. I couldn’t let you go. I wouldn’t. I did what was necessary. I took what was mine, and I don’t regret it. I’d do it again.”

That was all he could stomach before he turned and decked him with all the force he possessed. Christiano dropped to the dirt and writhed for a few moments before he slowly stood laughing like a lunatic with the blood dripping from his nose.

“You’re insane. You tried to kill my children because I ended things and found better?”

“There is no better than me!”

He spread his arms out, not caring where the blood that spewed from him went. “Uriah, you know you love me. You loved the feel of a real man between your legs. Just tell him.”

Glancing at you, he realized you were crying now.

“I can’t believe you’d do this to me. I can’t believe you’d hurt me this way.”

He wrapped his arms around you, hoping to comfort you in some way. Looking back at Christiano, he was in time to see him charging toward him. He quickly moved you out of the way and threw a punch that connected with Christiano’s jaw. Instead of going down, Christiano lunged at him, gripping him around his waist, trying to bring him down to the ground. He almost laughed. Sending his knee into his gut, he spun and put Christiano in a chokehold keeping him there.

It was then a group of police officers came running toward them.

“Look at that. You lost, not just once, but twice and now—a third.”

He wanted to snap his neck, and thinking of everything he’d put them through, he almost did. Two officers ran up to him, both of them taking Christiano by his arms.

“We’ve got it from here.”

Reluctantly he let Christiano go and allowed the law to take the wheel. Going to you, he cupped your cheeks and wiped your tears.

“I’m here.”

You hugged him, and he just held you. There was no need for words.

-That Night-

“I love you.”

Those words were like music to his ears. There was a time he didn’t think he’d ever hear them again. Gently pulling your head back, he peered into your eyes while caressing your cheek. He loved seeing you like this with your hair free, hovered over him, with the moon as your backdrop.

“I love you more,” he whispered.

“Forever and a day?”

He smiled, remembering your promises, and pressed his forehead to yours. “Forever and a day, dragonfly.”

You kissed him softly, taking the time to tease his lips, nibbling his bottom one before burying your face in the crook of his neck as you rocked against him, sending him higher and higher until he felt as if his soul left his body.

“Uriah!”

It felt like he was no longer in his body but instead hovering overhead like a fly watching your bodies entangled together. There was no other sight he loved as much. You rolled off of him and found your place beside him, resting your head on his chest, right over his heart. You both sighed.

“After this is done, let’s go back to Massachusetts full time,” you quietly said after a few minutes.

“What?” he turned to look at you, needing to see if you meant it.

“Do you mean that?”

“Yeah. I never wanted to raise kids in LA, and you know I love Massachusetts. Let’s have these babies in the house you built for us,” you added.

He couldn’t believe his ears. It wasn’t that you’d ever expressed not wanting to live in Massachusetts full time; it was that he knew how much of your career was still in LA. With him, he was spending less and less time here, but you, it seemed it was more and more.

“How is that going to work with your career?”

You rolled slightly onto your side, then trailed your hand across his chest down his stomach to rest nonchalantly atop his manhood. Groaning, he wrapped one of his arms under his head.

“I’m taking a few years off.”

The shock had his junk jumping in your hand, making a wide smile spread across your face. “Wow, talk about talent,” you teased.

He rolled you onto your back and climbed on top of you, nestling himself between your spread thighs.

“Don’t play with me, Mrs. Evans.”

You smiled widely as you fondled him with one hand. Not being strong enough to have this conversation while you did that, he grabbed your hand and pressed it over your head, gripping you at your wrist.

“No fair,” you pouted.

“Say that again.”

You smiled, clearly loving that fact he was hanging by a flimsy piece of thread.

“I said I’m taking a few years off.”

He couldn’t stop his grin. “Really?”

“Yeah. What do you think? Would you want that?”

“You’re kidding. Of course, yes! It would be just the two of us day in, day out. No movie sets, no studio time, no photoshoots.”

“Eh-em, excuse you. You mean just the five of us,” you corrected.

It didn’t take him long to get it. You, him, babies, and Dodger.

“I love you, Mrs. Evans.”

“I love you, Mr. Evans.”

You kissed him once, then twice before your hands roamed down his back to grip his ass, making him moan and chuckle at the same time. He’d missed this and you.

“Hang on, baby; I gotta--,” he began.

“Ah, that after nut pee calls, huh. Fine. Go ahead. I'll just be here, pregnant and horny.”

He snorted and rolled off of you before hurrying to the bathroom.

“Oh, I’m coming back, cause—that sounds like a very pressing situation that needs my undivided attention.”

You giggled as he dipped into the bathroom. He hurried to the toilet and tried his best to aim properly but an erection and peeing straight made for a tricky situation. Once he’d gotten the hang of it and the common sense to curve his body a little, he was good and groaned long and loud as he relieved himself. The silence in the bathroom gave him the time to fully react to the prospect of moving back to Massachusetts full time for the next few years. He couldn’t wait. Life was about to change for the better.

Once finished, he flushed and washed his hands before stepping back into the room. He expected you to be lying on the bed, waiting for him, but the bed was empty. Thinking you might have found your way to the kitchen for a snack, he pulled his pajama pants off the floor and pulled them on before he walked out of the bedroom. He’d recently discovered that after sex, you craved something from the fridge. He walked down the hall leading to the staircase, but before he got there, a chill ran down his spine. It was this chill and almost like a psychic feeling that had him stop.

When he turned, there you stood in your pale pink kimono robe with Christiano behind you. His hand was around your neck, clasping it.

“What the--.” He made a move toward them, but Christiano pulled out a gun and pointed it to your stomach.

“I wouldn’t,” he began before he cocked the weapon. “Or I will pull this trigger, and there goes Evan Jr.”

Terror as he’d never felt before gripped his heart. “You wouldn’t risk her life.”

Christiano shoved the barrel of the gun more forcefully into your stomach, making you whimper loudly.

“Wouldn’t I? what’s the point of keeping her safe now? For her to end up with you? I think the fuck not!” Again he shoved the gun into you.

“Okay, hey, hey, stop. Don’t do this. Please.”

“Please?” Christiano snorted and pulled you more firmly against him. “Are you begging me finally? You’ve always been underneath me. I couldn’t understand why she would choose you over me. I’m better in every category.”

He nodded, with his hands raised.

“You’re right. You’re the better man, the better choice,” he agreed, deciding to play along and say whatever he wanted if it meant Uriah had a chance of getting away from him. He quickly tried to formulate a plan while he used his words to buy himself as much time as possible.

“I know! So why him, Uriah!?”

You remained quiet, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Answer me! You better answer me with the truth, or I swear I’ll pull this trigger.”

“Answer hi, Dragonfly. It’s okay. Forever and a day.”

You scrunched your face and watched fresh heartbreak wash over you. “I—I fell in love with him, Tino. My soul recognized his as my home. It could only ever be him,” you replied. He signaled to you using his eyes and slight movements of his head, and he hoped you understood them.

He watched Christiano squeeze your neck tighter and press the gun more persistently into you, and he said a silent prayer.

“Fine,” Christiano began. He saw the moment when it all changed for him, and his threats no longer were empty words. “If I can’t have you. No one can.”

“Now, Riah!”

You threw your head back, colliding yours with his in a vicious headbutt that sent Christiano staggering backward a few steps and you stumbling before falling to the floor. In the chaos, Christiano dropped the gun allowing him to leap forward for the gun. In seconds Christiano was on him, fighting him for it. He tried to pull it from his clutches while turning it away from him or Uriah, but there was no fury like a man who’d lost everything.

Christiano managed to wrangle the gun from his grasp and pointed it to Uriah. In the blink of an eye, he knew what had to be done—the only thing he could do. Locking eyes with you, he said the only thing that mattered.

“I love you.”

He then dove for Christiano tracking him into the banister railing with enough force that broke it, sending both of them over the edge and down two and a half stories to the hard marble floor beneath. He could hear your piercing scream right before they collided with the floor, but once they made impact, the gun went off, and again Uriah screamed.

“Chris!”

~~~~~~~~~

-Uriah-

It all had happened in such a way that it was in slow motion but sped up. You couldn’t register anything until it was all said and done. You scurried to the banister and looked down. Neither of them moved, and your heart stopped. Gasping, you tried to remind your brain to send the signal for you to breathe. After a few seconds, you coughed while trying to hurry down the stairs. The tears in your eyes made it difficult to see what was in front of you, so you stumbled down the stairs. If it weren’t for your gripping the railing as you descended, you were sure you would have tumbled.

Once down to them, you dropped to your knees beside them and pulled at Chris’s body. He wasn’t moving.

“Oh god, Chris!”

He didn’t respond, and his body felt like dead weight. Your tears flowed more freely as you managed to roll him off. Once you had, you were able to see that it was Christiano who was shot and not Chris. Relief filled you, and you shook him more forcefully.

“Chris! Wake up, please. Please don’t leave me. Chris!”

Suddenly he erupted into a fit of choughs before they died down.

“Why are you always shouting at me, woman!?”

You gasped again. “Oh my god! You scared the shit out of me.”

“I’m okay. I think,” he informed while trying to sit up. He then began examining you.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes.”

He then gripped his head as he groaned out, but it wasn’t long before he was moving toward you to pull you into his arms, not caring that he was covered in blood.

“Is he—is he dead?”

Chris leaned back to check Christiano’s pulse, then lowered his head. “Very dead.”

You clasped your hands over your mouth. “Oh my god. He—he tried--.”

Chris pulled you into him and hugged you tightly. “Come here. It’s okay.”

Somehow he managed to slide both of you from the body on the floor toward the wall. He held you tightly, then spoke.

“I don’t think I’ll call you crazy again after this.”

It was probably inappropriate, but you snorted then laughed, a laugh he joined in on. As suddenly as the laughter began, it ended.

“They’re crazy.”

“Bat shit,” Chris replied.

Any humor to be found in the situation was gone, and it turned into you crying in his shoulder, going through all the emotions from the entire night. There had been so much pain, so much destruction. You’d come close to losing everything more than once, and the culprit was lying dead on the floor before you. It was overwhelming, but somehow, you felt steeled to the fact that you’d just watched someone die.

You glanced over to Chris at the same moment he looked at you. He wiped the tears from your cheeks then spoke.

“I’d do it again in a heartbeat.” He then lowered his lips to your forehead and held you close.

Ten minutes later, the sirens of the police, ambulance, and fire trucks could be heard as they surrounded your property. The officers instantly took yours and Chris’s statements and any evidence lying around to prove what the two of you were professing, including the security footage. The EMS workers quickly covered Christiano’s body with a sheet as they rolled him into a body bag then pushed the gurney out of the house. You barely registered anything. Chris did most of the talking, not leaving one thing out. When they asked you about the events of the night, you stuttered and quickly became frazzled as everything finally caught up to you. That was when the detective Chris hired suggested meeting at the police station to continue, which would allow him to reveal his findings in his investigation.

After a quick change, you were sitting in the passenger side of Chris’s car as he drove you to the precinct. Your mind raced a mile a minute, but your lips remained zipped. The feel of Chris’s hand on your thigh was your tangible evidence that this was reality and not some soap opera plot. When you arrived at the precinct, the detective in charge of the case questioned you from the very beginning to the night's events. You did your best to remain calm and emotionless and were surprised that you didn’t feel the shame you’d felt about the entire situation prior to this night.

When the detective revealed new information divulged to him, from the detective Chris hired, about Christiano and what he’d truly been up to and how deep his plans really went, you could hardly stomach it. He’d secured another property in Russia and planned to bring you there. The way the information was revealed, it seemed like he planned on keeping you captive there. Hearing that, you almost passed out. Chris, on the other hand, looked like he was ready to kill Christiano again.

The questioning took a full hour, and at the end of it, you were exhausted and ready to put this entire thing behind you after dealing with Ana. With Chris’s arm around your waist, you walked out of the detective’s office onto the precinct's open floor. A loud scream brought your attention to several officers pulling Ana through with her hands cuffed behind her back.

“I demand you let me go. Do you know who I am!? I swear to god, I will have your badge, and you’ll never be a fucking cop again!”

“Wow, the mouth on her,” one of the officers teased.

“To think we found her hot in that Bond movie,” another piped up.

“Fuck you!”

You and Chris approached, curious as to what was going on. You hadn’t expected to see her until tomorrow when you and Chris executed the second part of your plan of confronting her while recording it to release it to the world, showing everyone who and what she really was. It would have been a one-two hit that she wouldn’t recover from. Her career would have been over.

“It’s been a big night,” the detective who’d just interviewed you said, standing beside you.

“I don’t understand. What’s going on? Why’s she here?”

“Your detective gave us plenty of information. By the way, impressive man, you should think about keeping him on your payroll. Anyway, we followed his leads, and it led right to her and her assistant, specifically her assistant’s car. This one took her assistant’s car and was the one behind the wheel when she ran into you. The traffic cams show it was an intentional hit.”

You saw red.

“What!”

“She tried to kill you,” Abel, the private detective, added, coming up beside Chris.

“What’s more, there were messages between her and Christiano White.”

Both yours and Chris’s heads spun to him to the police detective this time to find him nodding with a look on his face that said even he hadn’t encountered anything this bizarre before.

“They concocted this whole scheme together, beginning with the pictures of her in that eat shit sweater. This was set up with them. there is even evidence Christiano was poisoning you, Mrs. Evans.”

“Jesus,” Chris hissed.

You remained utterly silent and still letting Abel’s words fully process. It was a lot of information, but it was also vindication that you were in no shape or form crazy.

“Wh—what does all this mean?”

“It means she’s going to face a judge on a slew of charges that are quite serious. I can assure you both; there is no easy way of her getting out of any of this. No amount of money or connections will fix it. Her career is over,” the detective finished.

You both were speechless, and looking at Chris, he was too. You and Chris were led to somewhere you could sit for a few minutes to receive the paperwork for the night’s incident and the new information. While sitting, you used the time to catch your breath and wrap your head around everything. Neither of you could believe all you’d gone through. The more you thought about it, the more your confusion increased. One burning questioned remained. Why?

About ten minutes later, you and Chris were led toward the exit, but you caught sight of Ana to your right. You would have walked on, but the way she glared at you had you changing your mind in seconds. You let go of Chris’s hand and walked over to her.

“I have to know. Why? What was the point!?”

Ana bolted to her feet as if she planned to do something, but the officer behind her grabbed her arm, holding her to ensure she didn’t try anything. You weren’t worried.

“You don’t deserve anything you have. The fame, the popularity, and opportunities you don’t deserve any of it, especially Chris. He was supposed to be mine. That baby was supposed to be mine!”

You could hear the poison in her voice and see the sheer hatred for you shining brightly in her eyes. She truly meant this though she didn’t know one thing about you.

“You’re crazy as fuck. I hope it was worth it.” You reached back for Chris’s hand, knowing he was behind you. Lacing your fingers with his, you showed her all that her efforts had produced, then turned and began walking away.

“You low-grade black bitch!

In your head, you heard blaring sirens. The sound became so loud in a matter of seconds it had somewhat of a mind-altering effect. Chris released your hand as if he knew what was going to happen. You turned back to her and saw red.

“Oh I’ll show you how low grade this black bitch is!”

You ran to her, then tackled her to the floor. Once on top of her, you swung punch after punch, each slamming into her face. You didn’t care where they landed, didn’t care how hard you were hitting her either. There was a lesson she needed to learn, and the only way to learn it was getting her ass beat the right way—the black way. You felt hands trying to pull you off of her, but you were not having it. You held on to her hair, so when they tried to move you, they really helped you bald the bitch.

“See, I never learned to share when I was young! I’m—an—only—child!” With each enunciated word, you emphasized it with a punch. Ana’s screams were loud, but they weren’t louder than those alarms still sounding off in your head. Though she tried to fight back, it was futile, though.

“Learn this bitch! Don’t,” you dropped a punch to her nose. “Touch,” you slapped her with your open hand. “What,” you slapped her again, this time with the back of your hand. “is mine!”

From then, no one else tried to pull you off of her. You suspected it was Chris warning them. You managed to get off a few more punches when you were finally pulled off.

“Let me go!”

“Okay, calm down, Adonis Creed, that’s enough,” Chris shouted, trying to break through to you. You still struggled trying to get back to her, but Chris refused to let you go until you calmed down. You looked at Ana on the floor. She was barely moving, and her face was a bloody mess with several patches of her dark hair sprinkled around her. Satisfaction filled you. Raising your hand, you assured Chris you were good. Slowly he let you go, and you stooped down to her.

“Look at me.”

You waited for her writhing to stop and for her bloody, swollen eyes to land on you.

“Remember my name for the rest of your pathetic life. Remember that I’m that bitch!”

You grabbed her hair and held her head. “Try this shit again; you gonna lose your life.”

With that, you punched her one more time, knocking her clear out. Everyone around the precinct shouted out a collective “ooh.” You stood and walked away as they all cleared your path, most likely thinking you were crazy. Chris came beside you, took your hand, and walked back to the car with you. Once inside, you both sat there, silently processing everything. Five minutes passed in silence until you spoke.

“She did all this over dick, Chris. Dick,” you said in disbelief as you shook your head.

“I mean—my dick is A1.”

Your head spun to him. “Christopher!”

He laughed out loud while holding his hands up in defeat.

“Hey, don’t beat my ass too, I don’t want none,” Chris joked, making you laugh a little.

“Wow, remind me not to piss you off again. I don’t want any of what she got.”

You fake lunged at him with your still bloodied fists. “Don’t start none, won’t be none.”

Both of you erupted with laughter before you embraced, relishing in the feeling of togetherness and your love. It was finally over; you thought as Chris pressed a soft kiss to your neck.

“Let’s get the fuck out of this town,” Chris suggested. You snorted and nodded.

“Let’s go home.”

Knowing where you meant, Chris smiled and kissed you once, then twice.

“Let’s,” he whispered.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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Title: Rumor Has It {15}

Chris Evans x Famous Reader Uriah “Riah” Tyler-Evans

Warning: Plot, Cursing, HEAVY ANGST,

Word Count: 4.8K

**Inspired by a video seen of Chris and his co-star Ana De Armas on their press tour for Knives Out at TIFF where she kept touching his chest and face standing about five inches apart.

**NOTE: A WORK OF FICTION. NOT CREATED TO GARNER HATE OF ANY SORT.

**Loosely Edited/Proofread**

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Two days passed where you flatlined at least three times a day. Every time it happened, it sent him and everyone else into a tailspin. No one had any time to breathe before another health crisis occurred. The swelling in your brain only returned, which meant you required surgery after surgery. By the time four days had passed, you’d had three surgeries to stop the swelling and bleeding in your brain, and in those three days, your prognosis remained uncertain. Your doctor was optimistic one day because you were holding on and fighting, but the next, the optimism faltered because of how many complications you faced.

He was a ghost. He didn’t sleep. He didn’t leave. He didn’t speak. He didn’t do anything by sit at your bedside and watch you. When he wasn’t doing that he was praying for your recovery, praying for some sign or glimmer of hope. Through his family’s anger, his mother still coddled him. Every few hours, she was pushing food into his hands, trying to convince him to eat. Her logic, “you can’t be there for her if you don’t take care of yourself.” He didn’t know if he deserved to be there to take care of you at this point.

The longer you remained in the induced coma the doctors put you in, and the more problems that arose, he blamed himself more and more. By day five, he was seething in self-pity and loathing. He couldn’t look himself in the mirror without hearing echoes of conversations you’d had. He couldn’t close his eyes even for a second without seeing your face. It should have brought him comfort, but it didn’t it was haunting—you were haunting him, and you were still breathing.

Whenever he did step away for biological functions, he came back to find Christiano in your room. Every time he saw him, his instinct said to kill him, and every time Christiano laid eyes on him, he could see the hatred and jealousy in his eyes. When he wasn’t there, Christiano was slandering him to any tabloid that would give him airtime. He called him every name, even went as far as to add to the speculation he’d had an affair. The only reason why he didn’t pummel his ass was because of you.

Everyone was right, this was the place, and it certainly wasn’t the time. He was the least important factor in all of this. He still made it difficult. He had to co-exist with him around, had to find a way to remain in the same room with him without jumping over your bed to choke him out. He’d had plenty of daydreams that ended in Christiano’s dead body. He’d done it many ways, and each ending had him smirking. Scott was the one to point out the evilness to his smirk once, and like his brother, he knew just what had put the smirk there.

“Tell me something,” Christiano began. He was sitting across the room on your left-hand side with an evident scowl. “Why her?”

Rolling his eyes, he sighed out. He knew Christiano was only setting some trap for him to fall in, either by showcasing his rage that would prove to your family he was the worst choice you could have made. Clenching his jaw, he focused on your face determined not to fall for his antics.

“I’m just trying to make friendly conversation. It’s just us here. Man to man tell me. Why her?”

“What the fuck does that even mean?”

“Why’d you go after her? I know she told you about me. I know because we talked a little bit after you met.”

His head snapped to Christiano then. You hadn’t told him that.

“She didn’t tell you, did she?” He scoffed then crossed his arms. “Yeah. I called one night, she said she was in Madagascar, Malaysia—no, that’s not it—hmm--Maldives.” Christiano looked at him then. The Maldives meant something to him. Perking up in his seat, he saw a bigger smirk on Christiano’s face. He knew it meant something. “Yeah, it was the Maldives. We talked for like an hour. She kept her voice low, I thought she was just tired, but you were probably fast asleep, and she didn’t want you to know that she was talking to me.”

Christiano shook his head and chuckled to himself. “Why her?”

He stared at you again. You were battered and bruised with tubes and wires coming out of every possible surface of skin, but still gorgeous. He couldn’t help but wonder what you’d talked to him about. He remembered the trip to the Maldives--he remembered it well. He knew this was what Christiano wanted, him to doubt you, doubt your relationship. He was a real asshole.

“If you really knew anything about love, then you’d know I didn’t have a choice, and she wasn’t singled out. If you knew about anything but possessing and claiming like the entitled fuck you are, then you’d know something more powerful, something bigger than anything was what had a hand in it being her for me.”

When he looked at Christiano, he saw the same rage and jealousy, but he also saw something else confusion. He had no idea what he was talking about. This wasn’t about love for Christiano. He’d always known it, but he was surer than ever. The question was, what was this about? Before either of them could speak again, the door opened, revealing your doctor—Dr. Diallo and another doctor in pink scrubs.

“Oh, excuse the intrusion,” he began.

“It’s fine. Is there a change?”

“I’m afraid not, I’ve brought the head of OB. Remember, I told you we’d schedule a proper workup for the pregnancy?”

“Yes,” he answered as he rose from his seat.

“Mr. Evans, my name is Dr. Michaelson. I am the head of Obstetrics,” she informed, holding out her hand for him to shake, which he did.

“Dr. Diallo has filled me in on everything concerning your wife. I am sorry for your struggle.”

“Thank you.” That was when all eyes landed on Christiano, still sitting there as if he had every right to be there.

“Eh-em, Mr. White, I am going to have to ask you to wait outside. Perhaps you’d like to take a break. This may take some time,” Dr. Diallo informed. Christiano clenched his jaw but didn’t speak as he walked to the door. Before he walked out, Christiano gave him another look that said he had plenty to say, but he kept quiet and left.

“Come in, please.” Both doctors walked into the room, pushing a cart with them.

“I’m here to perform an ultrasound. After everything your wife has been through, we have to fully understand what is happening within the womb as well as make sure the pregnancy is progressing as normal and that the embryo is healthy,” Dr. Michelson explained as she set up the device that was on the cart.

“What if when you examine her, you find things less than ideal?”

Dr. Diallo and Dr. Michaelson exchanged a look that didn’t look hopeful. “Depending on the situation, two things are possible, your wife will naturally have a miscarriage, and the embryo will pass, or a medically assisted miscarriage will be performed,” she explained.

His emotions nearly got the best of him. Taking a moment, he took a deep breath. “We um—she’s already had one miscarriage.”

“When?”

“A few months ago, about eight or so,” he clarified. Dr. Michelson nodded and opened your hospital gown before she squirted a clear gel on your stomach. His eyes didn’t miss the bloodied bandages a few inches above your navel. His heart lurched, making him drop to the seat behind him.

“Are you alright?” Dr. Diallo was to his side after a few moments.

“Fine,” he assured. Dr. Diallo didn’t listen, though; he pressed his fingers to the inside of his wrist, feeling his pulse which was racing.

“Your pulse is higher than normal. When was the last time you slept, Mr. Evans?”

“The night before this all happened,” he confessed.

“Mr. Evans,” Dr. Diallo began. He knew what he was going to say. Raising his hand, he stopped the lecture before it began.

“I know. Let’s continue, please.”

When Dr. Michaelson placed the wand on your stomach. He watched her move it around searching. After almost a minute of silence in the room, it filled with the sound of a rapidly beating heart.

“What’s that?”

Dr. Michaelson smiled as she continued to move the wand. “That Mr. Evans is the sound of your baby. It’s the baby’s heartbeat.”

Tears filled his eyes, and they automatically streamed down his cheeks. The word “baby” echoed in his head. He hadn’t even wrapped his head around the fact that you were pregnant. When he was told the news, it was just something that hadn’t resonated. It was just news. Now it was different.

“It’s fast.”

“It’s absolutely normal. I’m happy that the heartbeat is this pace. I worried it would be slower. Ah-ha, here we are. I stand corrected.”

The image on the screen took his breath away.

“It is the sound of your babies,” Dr. Michaelson clarified. His jaw dropped as he looked at her. She nodded, confirming it.

“Plural?”

“Plural, twins, incredibly strong twins. See, this is one baby and the other. They are in separate sacs, two separate placentas. From this, I’d say fraternal twins.”

He leaned closer, rested his elbows on the edge of your bed, and just gawked at the image on the screen. The two near microscopic tadpole-shaped beings looked more frog-like than humans, but he didn’t care. They were his tadpoles. The weight of that had him dropping his head to rest atop your thigh. his body shook as he sobbed and just listened to the sound of the beats in the room. It was the most incredible sound he’d ever heard. Only one other sound ever had this impact on him—your voice.

“They look healthy. I can’t see anything wrong. There is no abruption of any kind, no bleeding, no abnormalities. They are perfect.” She sounded amazed.

When he looked up again, he just stared at the screen, at your children. He knew he should have felt happiness, and to some degree, he did, but it was a different kind of happiness. His sorrow still tethered him to the earth, making it impossible to feel full happiness over the news that should have sent him onto cloud nine.

“From the size of the embryos, it looks like she’s maybe nine weeks along,” Dr. Michaelson claimed.

He would have smiled if he could. Nine weeks. He knew just when it happened. It was then he remembered his mother’s words. “Through heartbreak, joy can blossom.”

He dropped his head again to your thigh and cried.

“We’ll give you some time with the news,” Dr. Diallo informed as he led the other to the door.

When he was alone, he broke down again as he grabbed your hand.

“Uriah, come back to me. Please, baby, come back to us.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The sun set, then rose, and set again, and he was still beside you with your hand in his. His pleads were now silent, but still, you remained the same. Every time he looked at the ultrasound picture, his fear increased. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he was about to lose everything, and it was unbearable, especially with the thought of the two new lives in your womb. Everything in him said fight, but he had no idea how to do that. What could he do that would have any impact?

“You have to sleep.” He’d recognize his mother’s voice anywhere.

“How do I sleep? How do I do anything but sit here?”

The silence returned, but he felt his mother sit beside him and watch the same thing he was watching—you.

“She would want you to take care of yourself. If not for yourself or her, for the baby.”

He scoffed and wiped a stray tear.

“Babies. Twins.”

“Oh my god, Chris. Are they okay?”

“Yeah, the doctor says they sound healthy, and they’re strong,” he shared.

“Thank god. What a blessing.”

“A blessing? Mom, look around.” He sounded disgusted.

“The situation isn’t, but these babies are a blessing. Through heartbreak, joy can blossom, and it did. Honey, I know you’re hurting, my god, it breaks my heart but--.”

“I only have myself to blame. I know,” he interrupted.

“I never said that.”

“It’s what you want to say. It’s all any of you think. None of you will even listen or give me the benefit of the doubt. You all just automatically believe the lies, believe that asshole.”

“Watch your mouth!”

Snapping his mouth shut, he lowered his head to rest it on your hand.

“I never said I didn’t believe you. You’re my son. I will always believe you over tabloid fodder. I am just—disappointed.”

He sighed. If it was anything any child hated to hear was the disappointed line.

“How could you let this happen?” She sounded disappointed this time. Truthfully, she wasn’t asking him anything he hadn’t asked himself in the last week. The answer was the same.

“I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

“Mean for it or not, it’s happened. I’m not going to ask you if you had an affair with this woman.”

“Of course, not mom. I’ve never been unfaithful to my wife. You didn’t raise me like that. How could I? She’s perfect.”

“Okay, you didn’t have an affair. Someone has gone out of their way to make it seem as if you have. You have to ask who. To figure that out, you have to figure out a motive. Who has something to gain if you and Uriah have problems or divorce?”

“Christiano.” His eyes met his mother’s.

“So your theory is he did what exactly?”

“That video is bullsh—doctored. None of that happened. I just don’t know how he even got his hands on it. There were no paps there, no-one but cast and crew,” he explained.

“Maybe someone from the cast or crew took the video,” his mother suggested.

He began to go through each of the cast dismissing them one by one because none of them had any motivation to do something like this. He’d worked with them all before and had developed a relationship with them—a friendship. He was sure he could trust them. When he came to Ana, he acknowledged that she was the only one who was a new acquaintance. From the day they’d met at the screen test, he’d felt comfortable around her, and that was a reason why he had such a difficult time seeing her as anything but a friend. The facts were, though, that he’d never worked with her before.

“They would have had to have the know-how to edit something that extensively,” he said as his thoughts roamed.

From what he knew, Ana didn’t have those skills, but she had enough money to find someone who could. He came up with reason after reason why she could be the culprit, but for every reason to it being her, he came up with one to say she wasn’t the one to blame. He thought back to their brief conversation a few days ago. She sounded shaken up as if none of this made sense to her like it came from out of nowhere. She sounded like a victim, he thought. She was an actress, though, he thought in the same breath. Still, he couldn’t deny the way she insisted on handling the investigation into it was a little suspicious. He hadn’t thought about then or cared to because his thoughts were all over the place and only on you, but now something felt off.

“Chris--.” His manager walked into the room, interrupting his conversation with his mother.

“I’m sorry. I know this is a tough time, but this is getting out of hand. The longer you don’t make a statement, you are fueling the rumors and even giving this Christiano guy a stronger leg to stand on.”

He sighed and sat back in the chair. Real life was calling.

“You have to make a statement, even if it is something small, something simple. PR thinks the same thing. Appearances are everything.”

“I don’t give a fuck about appearances! My wife is lying in this bed. My wife is fighting for her fucking life! I don’t give a shit what they want to say. I don’t give a shit what anyone is saying!”

He sprang to his feet and paced the room. Motion always helped to calm him down, but right now, it wasn’t helping.

“I get that, but you have to find a way to slow the shit storm.”

He stopped in front of the window and stared out.

“Honey, he’s right. This is a nightmare; we get it. It is only going to get worse the longer you stay quiet. Just give them something small.”

Balling his fist, he tried to stay away from the feelings of rage he’d been battling the last week. “Fine. Uriah—my wife—my life,” he began before taking a beat to stave away the fresh tears that threatened to stream. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he continued. “--Was involved in a car accident and our family is asking for privacy and positivity during this difficult time. I encourage everyone not to listen to believe or give fire to false rumors that do not lead anywhere. There is your statement.”

“Chris--,” his manager began.

“That is the statement! If you want anything else, you won’t get it here.”

He heard a sigh and the sound of the door opening. “Wait. I need someone looking into that video. I want answers.”

The next thing he heard was the soft click of the door closing, then felt his mother’s hand on his shoulder. It felt like the weight of the world, and it was enough to bring him to tears yet again.

-One Week Later-

He took a deep breath and looked out at all the faces of everyone he cared deeply about--his mother, sisters, brother, their significant others, your parents, your cousin, and best friend. After a week of turmoil both internally and externally, he was sitting in front of everyone that probably hated him. You’d been in your coma for two weeks now, and for the last two weeks, everyone was on edge. Everyone felt the uncertainty, everyone felt the tension and none of them knew what to say. The only ones who spoke to him were his mother, his brother, and Shanna’s boyfriend. He understood. To them, he was public enemy number one. He hadn’t given them any reason to believe any differently. It was time to change that.

“You’ve all known me for a long time, if not my entire life, then the last six years. I know in the last few weeks and months none of you have any reason to think the best of me. I know you all blame me for what’s going on, and to be truthful, I understand completely. You don’t blame me more than I blame myself.” He dropped his head and slightly shook his head before he faced them again.

“I’m sorry for the situation that I have put you all in, but let it be known once and for all for any doubt in any of your minds. I did not have an affair. Never have I nor would I ever cheat on my wife—your daughter,” he finished looking your parents in their eyes.

Your father kept his eyes on him. He knew it was an intimidation technique. Your father was a respected marine sergeant, and when it came to intimidation, he was the best around for it. A full minute passed before he took another breath; still, your father hadn’t looked away. “Mr. Tyler, I swear to you. I gave you my word years ago that I would respect your daughter, love her, and treat her like the queen she was. I have not gone back on my word, never—not once,” he added.

“Then how are we here, Chris?” Your mother sighed out before her face scrunched to produce fresh tears. “My daughter is lying in a hospital bed, and the world is calling you a cheater.”

“I know Roxxi. I did not cheat. That video is doctored, nothing of the sort happened. It was an outing with the entire cast. We left at the same time, but what that video doesn’t show is me getting in a car with Daniel and Jamie while she went her own way. I’ve only ever had eyes for her.”

The silence returned, and everyone looked to be waiting to know how they should react.

“Auntie Roxxi, Uncle Marcus,” Zora began stepping forward. “This situation is bad all around. We can all agree on that. I’ve been with Riah since the beginning of this whole thing. While Chris has made mistakes in the way he’s handled this,” she paused and looked at him. It was as if she was searching for something, he didn’t know what, but he hoped she didn’t seal his coffin.

Zora sighed and gave him a slight nod before she continued. “Chris loves Riah, I’ve seen how much he loves her. He’s been a blind, trusting buffoon, but he didn’t have an affair.” He released a relieved breath as Zora looked at him again. “He would never no matter how bad it looks,” she finished.

Everyone spoke amongst themselves as he locked eyes with Zora. The look on her face said she was angry and disapproving, but it also said she stood with him. She knew something.

“Then what is going on?” Carly was the one to ask the burning question everyone was thinking.

“That is what I intend on getting to the bottom of,” he responded with determination.

Everyone nodded together, and for the first time, he felt like they were all on the same page and that the page wasn’t hating him.

When everyone broke off to their own conversations, he took Zora and Kizzy to the side to figure out just what they knew. Neither Zora nor Kizzy wanted to talk in the open and insisted on meeting in one of the other private rooms meant for families. That was enough to raise his suspicions, and when he met them there, he could feel the icy chill in the air that matched the cold glare from Kizzy.

“First of all, just because Z is on your side does not mean I’m okay with any of the shit you’ve done,” Kizzy blurted out loud enough that someone could have heard if they weren’t alone in the room. Zora elbowed Kizzy, who crossed her arms and sat back in the seat.

When Zora was going to speak, Kizzy leaned forward again. “Before any of that, look me in my eyes and tell me you didn’t cheat on my best friend. Look me in the eye and tell me that you’re not the stupid motherfucker you’re acting like.”

“Kizzy!”

He held his hand up, letting Zora know it was okay. Leaning forward as Kizzy did, he met her eyes. “I didn’t cheat on her. Nothing has ever happed between Ana and me, ever. I would never.” He could feel Kizzy was seconds from blowing up, and he didn’t blame her. Sighing out, she leaned back again.

“Then explain the texts.” Zora’s voice drew his attention.

“What texts?”

“You’ve been caught, Chris. We saw the texts in Ana’s phone. The texts between the two of you,” Kizzy blurted out.

He looked at Zora who was shaking her head. When she opened her mouth, he was shocked by what she said. She told him of the hotel and just what you were doing there. When they told him about what they’d heard and seen in Ana’s phone, he couldn’t hide his shock.

“Yeah, what the fuck you gotta say now?”

He sat back in his chair in disbelief that he’d driven you to this extreme. He never wanted you to feel like you had to act like this. He never wanted to give you a reason to. The shame he felt was intense. Dropping his head in his hands, he rubbed it.

“Explain touching her breasts, explain the kiss. Explain telling her marriage is hard and all the other private shit you said. What the fuck!”

“We were going through a scene where my character goes after her, and he’s supposed to be seeing red,” he began.

Kizzy kissed her teeth loudly while rolling her eyes, “Who the fuck cares. Get on with it!”

Reigning in his anger, he took a deep breath and continued. “In the haste of the scene, one of my hands got her arm, and the other touched her breast. I immediately pulled back and apologized. It was not intentional, and it was a fraction of a second.”

“And the kiss?”

“That was her. We were running lines in between takes, and she kissed me. Again I immediately pulled back, and it wasn’t even a second. I told her that wasn’t cool, and she apologized said--.”

“We saw what she said. Conveniently, you have explanations for all of this.”

“It’s the truth, Kizzy. You know Riah, why would I risk my life by making a fool out of her like that? Even if this was true, do you think I’d be such a messy asshole to let any of this come out? I’m sorry to say this, but I’m a lot smarter than that.”

“Smarter? You’re the dumb ass who has been entrusting this snake!”

“I didn’t know anything about any plan she had. Besides those exchanges with her, there has been nothing else. The conversations you can fault me for. Yes, the little I said was too much, I see that now. I didn’t see it then I saw it as a friend I could confide in about things.”

“Both of you shut the fuck up!” Zora’s shout was loud and bounced off the walls. He slinked back as did Kizzy.

Everyone’s tempers were high.

“Do you think Ana is behind all of this?”

“Of course that bitch is behind this,” Kizzy blurted. Zora gave her a look that had her shut up quick.

“What about Christiano?”

Kizzy and Zora looked at each other and exchanged a look he wanted to know more about.

“We know you hate him, and he is being a pain in the ass, but how?”

They sat there silently, each thinking about different aspects of this entire situation. When the door busted open, Scott was there.

“Come quick. It’s Uriah!”

The three of them were on their feet in seconds, and the four of them ran back toward your room. When they approached, Dr. Diallo was walking out of the room.

“What’s happened?”

“She’s awake.”

Everyone exclaimed out with joy and relief and began celebrating, but he couldn’t.

“Is she okay?”

“It is a good sign she is awake, an excellent sign.”

The first smile in weeks spread across his face. “Can we see her?”

Dr. Diallo nodded and stepped aside, allowing them to walk inside the room. Everyone else poured in the room first, he hung back mainly from fear because of how things were left. He watched as everyone filed in around your bed. You were sitting up, eyes open, tubes gone and alert. His emotions got the best of him then. It was a sight he’d prayed for, a sight he’d wanted more than anything. He watched as almost gave you gentle hugs. You weakly smiled back at everyone else before you saw him. When your eyes locked, the look was a blank one. The fear in him rose even more, but he couldn’t stay away any longer.

Everyone looked at him, making room for him to get in closer. As he approached your bedside, your eyes never left him. When he leaned in to hug you, you recoiled away from him. He’d expected it, but still, it hurt a lot more than he’d ever thought it would. Fighting to keep the pain away, he took a breath and looked into your eyes again. Still, the blank look was there, but so was confusion and fear.

“Wha—what—eh-em--.” You looked as if you were in a lot of pain, but you didn’t stop. You tried again. “What’re—you—doing—here?” Your voice was hoarse and barely above a whisper. You took a deep breath and panted like it took everything out of you.

“Baby—I know we’re going through something but--.” Your brows knitted together as you pulled back even more, looking at your mother and father.

“We? Ba—baby? What—what’s—going—on? I—don’t—know you.”

He could have been knocked over by a gentle breeze. He’d thought the worst-case scenario if you woke up was you hating him or wanting a divorce. He never thought it would be you erasing his very existence from your world.

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Title: Bet You Can’t {4}

Chris Evans x Uriah & Chris Hemsworth x Summer

Crossover-Collab Five-Part Miniseries

Warning: Cursing, Fun & Games, Mild Raunchy Talk, Tiny Bit Of Angst

Words: 2.7K

Summary: Uriah and Chris are happily married. A night of relaxing with your best friends Chris and Summer Hemsworth brings up “No Nut November.” Once you hear it, you know where it’s leading. It was all jokes until somehow it turned serious. The Chris’ strike a full-on bet while dragging their better halves into the madness. The rules are simple, for the entire month of November none of you will have sex, none of you will get that nut in any way. Whichever couple makes it get bragging rights, and the 10k pool bet money. Whichever couple doesn’t make it has to change their social media name to “Failed NNN” for a week and post/tweet as normal and go on IG live to announce their failure. The bet is rigged though when Uriah and Summer decide to sabotage their husbands and make a side bet on who could make their husband fail quicker. All’s fair in love and war, and this is war.

Note: Got this idea from a group conversation with my friends, where a debate broke out about women being stronger and more able to survive NNN than men. It got me thinking, hmmm we know Chris has a dirty mind, dirty mind has to equal freak and always wanting to fool around.

It was too much fun working with @oceanscorazon a while back for her part one to out first collab titled Rumors & Waves. Look out for part two coming soon. I had to do it again. Thank you to the beautiful and phenomenal Amber @oceanscorazon for agreeing to this!!!

This will be a five-part story to be posted one chapter a week to show what November is like for Chris and Uriah. @oceanscorazon will also write four parts to show that November is like for Chris and Summer.

***So for Chris and Uriah’s timeline, this is before the events of Rumor Has It.

***Images do not belong to me***

***Loosley Edited/Proofread***

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-Week Three-

Every marriage has times of ups and downs, times where the passion is searing and intense, times where you can’t keep your hands off each other, as well as times where you both need space, and things fizzle out. That is a normal part of every marriage, or so he’d heard from several of his married friends. One thing that he was learning was what goes on in his friends’ marriages was not what went on in his.

Since the day he’d met you there was never a time that the two of you needed space from each other. Both of you loved spending every waking moment with each other and if you couldn’t physically be with the other you were always on facetime, always texting. The passion hadn’t died down at all, nothing had fizzled. In fact, as time passed everything in your marriage just intensified.

That was probably one of the reasons why this No Nut November challenge was so hard. You’d never had to keep your hands off each other, never had to restrain yourselves from how you expressed your love, devotion, and desire for the other. It wasn’t that your marriage was based on sex; that was far from the truth. Sex was just another of the fun and thrilling ways the two of you could express how you felt about each other.

If you were angry with each other, the sex was always intense and rough. If one or both of you needed emotional reassurance the sex was tender and sweet. If there was alcohol involved it was fun and spontaneous. It was an expression for both of you.

Three weeks. Three weeks in. He had one more week to go after this one and he was going crazy. He’d thought he could handle this when he and Hemsworth came up with the idea. Back then it seemed easy peasy. It seemed like such an easy thing and was sure you’d be on board. Now after sleeping in the guest bedroom for the last five days, he’d come to see the error in his ways. The deep error.

Laying in the king-sized bed and staring up at the ceiling it was yet another night sleeping away from you. another night of him tossing and turning trying to find a comfortable spot knowing damn well he’d never find one unless he was beside you. The last week’s sleep was the worst he’d ever had, and it showed in everything he did. He was short with everyone he spoke to, his energy was low, his focus and concentration dwindled, and everything was twenty times harder.

You, on the other hand, looked to be doing just fine. You didn’t look tired, you looked like you were getting good sleep. Your voice was always preppy, you gave no indication you were anything but happy. The only sign he saw was when you dealt with him. Your words were shorter, your body language was strained as if you were holding yourself back. You barely looked at him and barely got next to him. You didn’t let him touch you either, not even something small as a touch of your hand. He was definitely feeling the freeze out and it was giving him frostbite among other things.

Groaning he sat up in the moonlit room and threw one of his pillows across the room. The frustration he was feeling was just about at his limit. His phone went off and he leaped for it thinking it was Uriah.

MSG Hemsworth: How are the rabbits holding up?

He rolled his eyes and had the urge to throw the whole phone away.

MSG Hemsworth: I know you’re up and that you read the message, mate. I can see the read notification. Come on.

MSG: What do you want Hemsworth?

MSG Hemsworth: You sound salty.

MSG: You sound like your wife. I thought you were your own man.

MSG Hemsworth: Oh yeah, you’re real salty. Someone feeling the effects of three weeks of being shut out?

He wanted to kick his ass for getting him into this.

MSG: So you know I have not been shut out.

MSG Hemsworth: Oh really? Are you admitting you’ve lost and given in?

MSG: I haven’t lost. Thanks to you my wife kicked me out of my bed and my room. I am now in the guest room.

MSG Hemsworth: Yeah I was kicked out to the guest room two days ago. The kids now sneak in at night and use me as their pillows.

A snort escaped him. he was pleased to hear that he was not the only one who was suffering. If he knew Summer and he knew Summer, she was giving him hell.

MSG: Serves you right for dragging me into this.

MSG Hemsworth: One more week Evans, you can handle that. Then you can go to town.

This time he had to laugh. Just picturing his Aussie accent saying those words was too much.

MSG: Riah is pissed. I think I took this too far. I haven’t seen her this pissed in a while.

MSG Hemsworth: If this is seriously affecting your relationship then we should end it.

He thought about it for a few moments and he knew the smartest route to take was ending the bet, but he also knew he’d never hear the end of this. Groaning again he hit his head on the beadboard. “Damn it!” He knew his competitive nature would get his ass in real trouble.

MSG: One more week. That’s enough time for you to lose.

MSG Hemsworth: Shit, I just might. Summer just came in wearing very little. Jesus Christ, this woman is going to be the death of me.

MSG: Go die happy then.

MSG Hemsworth: I’m not nearly as easy as she thinks I am.

He laughed again and shook his head; he knew his friend was full of shit.

MSG: Whatever. We know who wears the pants man.

MSG Hemsworth: I am the only one wearing pants right now. My god.

MSG: Ew. I don’t want to hear that. Go away. Goodbye.

He tossed his phone back onto the nightstand and got out of the bed. As he paced the room he decided to go to you and test the waters. The halls were quiet and with every step, his nerves increased. He felt like he was either marching to his death or the very first night he took her out. When he got to the bedroom door he stood there and took several breaths hoping to calm his nerves. As he touched the doorknob he paused. He knew he needed a good reason. Quickly he thought up an excuse and knocked on the door.

There was no response for almost thirty seconds, then he knocked again. still, you didn’t answer.

“Can I come in, Riah? I need something.” He pressed his ear to the door trying to listen for what you may be doing on the other side.

“Come.” Your voice was faint.

Slowly he turned the knob and cautiously walked inside his own bedroom like a visitor. You were lying in the bed with your back turned to the door. He could see the glow from the tv on your skin and knew you were naked. For more evidence the way the duvet just carelessly covered the swell of your ass told him all he needed to know. He tried not to stare but he couldn’t help it. You were strewn across the bed across your side and his. Your head perched on a stack of pillows and your hair tied up in your head tie. He knew underneath your hair was wrapped perfectly. He’d spend many nights just watching you do that very thing always mesmerized by how effortless you made it look.

He didn’t realize he’d been standing there for a minute too long until you shifted on the bed to a different position. A position that had the duvet falling lower and giving him a glimpse of the flesh on your ass. He stifled a groan and looked away in an effort to contain himself.

“Riah.” It was a little louder than a whisper. He wasn’t sure you heard it. when you didn’t answer right away he was sure you hadn’t. “Dragonfly.”

Instantly he felt the tension in the room decrease. It was enough to give him some courage.

Slowly, he approached the bed and your bare back. You were close enough for him to touch. All he had to do was just reach out to you. He wondered if you’d pull away, or tell him to get out. when the back of his hand grazed the soft, supple skin of your back you took a sharp breath in, but you didn’t pull away. He trailed the back of his fingers along your spine upward to your shoulder blade. When he made it to the back of your neck he traced the pattern of a heart there. It was your code.

Whenever either of you traced that pattern at this spot no matter where you were, it was always code for the other person to know just how in love the other was, how much their very existence depended on the other, how much they really desired them. He’d use it every chance he got when you were out together around people, every chance he got he was swirling a heart on your neck and every time he did your reaction was instantaneous. He knew that you remembered.

“God darlin’, I love you so much. I miss you.” He didn’t care if he sounded needy or weak. He was speaking the truth, a truth he knew she needed to hear. He needed to hear the words too—he needed to hear your words.

After waiting for several moments, he sighed when he realized you weren’t going to even acknowledge him there. It hurt; he wasn’t going to lie. It hurt a hell of a lot. Accepting the defeat, he dropped his hand and stepped back from you ready to retreat. When he turned to walk out your voice stopped him.

“Wait.” Your voice was low, timid and almost clouded. When he turned back to you, your back was still to him. He waited, waited for any sign from you. This was your show. You moved more onto the bed leaving enough space for him. wasting not even a second he slid into the bed behind you and wrapped his arms around you. Once his skin touched yours he audibly sighed feeling an actual decrease in tension his body held. It felt like coming home after a long trip.

Neither of you moved. He stayed where he was nuzzling his nose in the crook of your neck just enjoying your smell. God, he’d missed you. A moan escaped him and that started a chain reaction. He pressed his body closer to yours trying to get as close as possible. From there, his hands moved of their own accord. From your waist, they went to your hip then down your thigh and back up to your hip. Your skin was so damn soft.

Without even knowing it he kissed your neck, then your shoulder and down your arm and back to your neck. By the time he couldn’t stop, he didn’t want to. A peck quickly turned more passionate and soon he was moving under the duvet you were under. To his delight and dismay, he found you were naked. His head said stop, move and leave but his heart easily eclipsed it. his heart was the one who made the decision to urge you to turn to him with his hand on your hip. When you turned to him and your eyes met he could see you.

For the last week, you’d been so detached, so cold, so angry that your exterior easily mirrored those emotions. Everything he’d tried you shot down, he thought it would be weeks before you even began to let him next to you, but here you were. You looked vulnerable and unsure of yourself. That was new, he thought. He was used to you being this confidant woman who embodied sexy. You knew you were gorgeous and knew that he was under your spell every minute of every day. He couldn’t wait any longer.

Pressing his lips to yours he kissed you softly. It was an exploratory kiss, one that was meant to feel you out, test the waters—see where he stood. You didn’t kiss him back, so he deepened the kiss and coiled his tongue around yours. Your moan vibrated against his lips sending tiny shockwaves of desire through him. Just as he was going to take lead again you pulled back.

“Don’t do this if I’m not what you want,” you whispered with your forehead pressed to his.

“You’re kidding right, Riah. You’re always what I want. I need you.” You searched his eyes for the truth, but he’d already given it. “I love you so much, Uriah—so fucking much.”

You crashed your lips to his and in the same breath rolled on top of him. your nakedness pressed on him was the last straw in his control. The two of you moaned and writhed atop the bed kissing each other each of you fighting for control over the other. He loved this. Early on in your relationship, he realized you had more than one side to you. You weren’t only submissive to him, but you also liked to play dominant. He always thought a submissive woman was what he needed but in truth, he craved both, but only with you. He rolled on top of you and pinned your hands to the bed. The action produced a growl from you that didn’t help his arousal.

Flicking off the duvet you were revealed to his eyes and he slowly drank you in. “God you are the most beautiful woman I have ever met in my life.” You didn’t speak immediately instead you stared into his eyes then cupped his jaw.

“Let’s make a baby.”

His groan was instant. Jesus Christ, he thought. His weakness. The one thing you knew he wouldn’t be able to resist. You knew he wanted a baby—a baby with you. you knew since coming to an agreement in Sydney it was high on your combined priority list. You both wanted to start a family and were actively trying.

“Put a baby in me,” you whispered again before he felt your feet at his hips where the waistband of his shorts were putting your torturous flexibility on display. He then felt you push them lower all the while never breaking eye contact with him. You were pulling out your reserve card. He wondered if you’d play it and had gone three weeks wondering. He didn’t need to wonder anymore.

“I’m ovulating. Tonight is your window.” He groaned again and dropped his head to the crook of your neck when he felt his length flop from inside his shorts and nudge against your spread flesh.

“God, you’re not being fair.”

“You said you want a baby. Let’s make one. Let me make you a daddy.” Your words were the best dirty talk he’d ever heard in his life. He didn’t need to hear “fuck me” or “come inside of me so hard I feel like I’m splitting in two.” No, he didn’t need to hear any of that anymore, not since Sydney. All he needed to hear was “put a baby in me” and “I’m ovulating.” He would have laughed but this was no laughing matter. His wife was trying to seduce him with the prospect of impregnating her.

“Is that what you want, kitten? You want me to give you a baby?”

“No, I want you to fuck me so hard and so good that I see stars and scream your name until I can’t scream anymore and you come so deep in me that my body has no other option than to give us a baby.” His cock spasmed with the need to be inside of you. You were going to kill him, and he was bout ready to die. This was it. Check fucking mate.

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royallyprincesslilly · 4 years

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Chris & Uriah and the letter is L

Hey boo!

This was a tough one, I didn’t know if I should go with Chris and Uriah picking up from Rumor Has It as to where they are now, or ignoring Rumor Has It and give them better times. 😭😭 So hard to choose, but we’re in quarantine we don’t need any more angst.

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The letter L is for Lovemaking & Limit when it comes to Chris x Uriah. NSFW/Smutty**

Chris and Uriah are trying for a baby. They are enjoying all their free time together that they normally wouldn't have. They do everything together and have been wholeheartedly listening and following the recommendations from Uriah’s doctor; “Have sex as much as you can, whenever you can.”

The amount of sex they are having you’d think they’d get tired of it. Nope. If boredom strikes they just switch it up. Tonight, Chris plans on doing just that with his wife. When Uriah comes out of the shower that night wrapped in her robe Chris is standing beside their bed in pajama bottoms.

“What’re you doing? why are you smiling like the Cheshire Cat?” Chris laughs and walks to you.

“No reason, can’t I smile at my wife who I love more than anything?” Chris kisses her several times each kiss longer than the one before.

“Sure, but whenever you smile like that it means one thing.”

Chris’s lips go down to Uriah’s neck and peppers kisses across the skin there teasing it just the way he knows makes her weak. Uriah closes her eyes and enjoys the attention.

“What does it mean?”

“It means I have a beast to tame and my work is cut out for me.” Chris laughs because he knows just what he has planned.

“What if I told you that tonight we’re going to do things a little different?” He leads her to their bed that is topped with rose petals and directs her to sit.

“How different?” Chris kisses her again and trails his lips to her neck then shoulder as he unties the robe on her body to pull it down her back. when the fabric is pooled around her hips he directs her to lie back against her pillow.

“You lie right there, and let me do all the work.” Uriah’s eyebrow shoots up in surprise but she doesn’t protest.

“Say no more. Treat me like the queen I am.”

Chris wastes no time kissing down her body making sure not to skip her breasts. As he makes it across her stomach he kisses it several times.

“I can’t wait for you to be carrying our baby, Riah.”

“Then put one in me, Evans.”

“Keep talking slick like that I’ll put triplets in there.”

Chris drops his PJ bottoms and climbs on top of you. He takes his time teasing every inch of Uriah. He nibbles your ear and whispers every dirty desire and whim to you. He tells you just what he’s going to do to you all the while securing the cuffs around your wrist.

“Oh, I see you really meant different,” Uriah says to a smiling Chris.

“Let’s see where your limits are. Mrs. Evans.”

Those were the last words uttered between man and wife. Chris licks and sucks every inch of you while biting across your skin with enough pressure to leave small marks. Uriah didn’t care she loved when he marked her.

When he made it to his favorite spot between her legs he got to work licking and teasing her clit making her back arch off the bed, her thighs squish against the sides his face, and making her buck against his lips. Uriah is loud and Chris loves to hear just how wild he makes her. She shouts and curses while shouting the filthiest things--filthy things that make him want her more.

Forty minutes in Uriah has come four times and he has no intention of stopping no matter how many times she asks him to wait or tries to run from his mouth. He wanted to take more from her because he knew she had it to give.

“Limit!”

The magic words. Chris spreads her legs and plunges into her while kissing her. Uriah sucks his tongue and enjoys the feel of her husband between her legs. He loved to prove just how much he owned and commanded her body. He didn’t need to work hard to convince her though, after no more than a few strokes Uriah comes once again clenching around him sending him into overdrive.

Chris plows faster, deeper and harder determined to put those triplets right where his eyes were focused. The thought of it turns him on even more. Since the two of them began trying he realized he had a pregnancy kink. The thought of Uriah pregnant turned him on in seconds and kept him hard for hours.

Uriah’s screams brought him back to reality just in time for their eyes to lock and his body to give way to his release. With manifesting intent he thrust four more times deeper than the last as he shot spurt after spurt of the goods where he needed it. On the last thrust, Chris grunts louder than he intended as he rotates his hips to nudge against her walls. The action makes her come once more.

When he drops on top of Uriah they cuddle together making sure to stay right where they were. There was no other place they wanted to be.

“Triplets planted.”

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Thank you for this! @dangerouslovefanfic

It um--took a little bit of a turn but I hope it was an enjoyable one. I couldn’t decide on the right L for them.

#alphabet quarantine game #chris evans x ofc uriah #chris x uriah #ask lee #lee answers

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What do you think Uriah and Chris are doing during quarantine.... are we gettingababy or naw

LMAOOOOO

Uriah and Chris are definitely trying to make a baby. Quarantine and Chill is in effect and both are taking following the directions of local government VERY seriously. 😏

In between their bedroom Olympic activities, they are enjoying spending time together, reconnecting, strengthening their marriage and friendship.

They are also all over Tik Tok doing the dance challenges and all of the couple challenges. Uriah would be posting a lot of her IG videos, showing around their house, indoor couple workouts, cooking videos, videos of her and Chris in face masks and doing beauty night, videos of Chris doing her hair (or trying)😬.

Uriah loves posting sneak shots of Chris while he’s doing random things like brushing his teeth, fixing something around the house, working out etc.

She loves posting thirst traps to show off her man while staking heavy claim for the skanks that would dare try. She also loves posting her own thirst traps because why else she’s bored. When she posts thirst traps of herself Chris is the first to comment either hyping her up or giving warning to any thirsty dudes who are thinking of sliding in the comments or DMs. 😂😂

Just a few ideas of what the Evans’ are up to. Hmmm sounds like some fun one shots/headcanons.

Thank you for the question!😊

#ask lee #lee answers #chris evans x ofc uriah #chris evans x ofc uriah evans

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Bet You Can’t Conclusion tomorrow.

Or shall I say later today?

#fic update #bet you can't fic #chris evans x ofc uriah

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Title: Bet You Can’t {5}***

Chris Evans x Uriah & Chris Hemsworth x Summer

Crossover-Collab Five-Part Miniseries

Warning: Cursing, Tease, SMUT, NSFW, Shenanigans,

Words: 4K

Summary: Uriah and Chris are happily married. A night of relaxing with your best friends Chris and Summer Hemsworth brings up “No Nut November.” Once you hear it, you know where it’s leading. IT was all jokes until somehow it turned serious. The Chris’ strike a full-on bet while dragging their better halves into the madness. The rules are simple, for the entire month of November none of you will have sex, none of you will get that nut in any way. Whichever couple makes it get bragging rights, and the 10k pool bet money. Whichever couple doesn’t make it has to change their social media name to “Failed NNN” for a week and post/tweet as normal and go on IG live to announce their failure. The bet is rigged though when Uriah and Summer decide to sabotage their husbands and make a side bet on who could make their husband fail quicker. All’s fair in love and war, and this is war.

Note: So now we’ve come, to the end of the road. LOL, I had to do it. Love me some old school Boyz II Men. Anyway, this is it folks, the last part to this crazy Bet You Can’t No Nut November idea I had. Yeah I know it’s March, and NNN ended months ago but oh well. LOL. I hope you’ve enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Great huge thank you again to @oceanscorazon for participating in this and being so damn amazing to work with! It was so much fun doing this with you!!

***So for Chris and Uriah’s timeline, this is before the events of Rumor Has It.

***Loosley Edited/Proofread***

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-Sunday-

-Day One of Week Four-

Technically the bet was who would make it to the end of November. No one specifically said anything about November thirtieth. Everyone knew that the fourth week of November signified the end of the month, that the week of Thanksgiving was the last week of the month. As far as he was concerned he’d made it and succeeded with flying colors.

“Eh-em!”

He snapped out of his runaway thoughts and focused back on you bringing him back to reality. A reality that had him nestled between your thighs with his shorts down to his thighs. God, your body was scorching hot.

“Did I lose you?”

“You’ll never lose me, dragonfly.” Softly he nuzzled his nose against yours and brought it to your cheek then your neck. You smelled amazing, like cotton candy, ripened honeydew, gardenias, and sunshine. He loved your scent and right now it was just another thing that was making everything he’d held back seep to the surface. He was struggling.

“Will you forgive me if this is quick?”

You snorted laughing which made him laugh too. “Really Riah? I’m serious.”

“I’m sorry baby, I didn’t know you were serious.” You pulled his face to yours and gazed into his eyes lovingly. He loved your doe like sable eyes. He always got lost in them. A hazy feeling overtook him and just like that he was gone.

“We have no plans today baby, we’re in no rush. I just want you, no matter where or however long.”

He believed you. His lips met yours for a soft kiss. Just as it intensified he pulled away hearing a deeper meaning to your words.

“No matter where? Does that mean what I think it means?” Your smile was mischievous and too tempting. Again, his head fell to the crook of your neck. He breathed you in and moaned. Of their own accord, his hips rocked forward nudging your core. He could feel just how much you wanted him. You moaned and tightened the wrap of your legs around his waist.

“It means whatever you want it to mean.” The shock on his face could not be hidden.

“Goddamn it, Uriah.”

He bent his head to capture a darkened nipple between his teeth and gently bite. Like oil to flame, your back instantly arched feeding him even more of your delicious skin. He spent the next several minutes suckling at your breasts, the breasts he knew one day hopefully soon his own child would depend on for nutrients. The thought had him biting you a little harder. Your grunt told him you didn’t mind. He knew you were extra sensitive right now and he decided to use everything to his advantage.

After five or so minutes he still hadn’t had enough. He licked, sucked, nibbled and kneaded your flesh in every direction until you writhed and begged for more. When he didn’t listen to the pleas from your lips you used your body to plead your case. You rocked onto him, brushing your sex on his throbbing and engorged need. He knew he was at the threshold and knew he would not last as long as he normally did. His mission now was to make this worthwhile for you.

“Chris, please,” you whined as he quickly flicked his tongue across your nipples.

“Good things come to those who wait, kitten.”

He kissed the space between your breasts and trailed down the center of your body to your stomach. Once he reached your belly button he delved his tongue inside and imitated just what he intended to do once he was between your legs. Your moan softened and your fingers buried in his hair and gently tousled his locks.

“You sure you want me to put a baby here?” Again, he kissed your stomach.

“Yes.” It was a whisper. He looked up to find your eyes glued to him.

“Yes?” You bit your bottom lip before you spoke.

“Yes, daddy.” His lips moved lower continuing his intended path to the treasure at the end of your rainbow. In the last seconds, he decided there was no point in teasing you, but he wanted to savor this. When his lips met yours again your back arched.

“Shit,” you hissed out.

He took his time tasting and teasing you. Slowly he traced your lips with his tongue purposely skipping where you wanted him. He traced down to your opening and moaned finally tasting just what he’d been depriving himself of for weeks.

“Fuck you taste incredible, baby.”

“Yeah?”

Using his hands he pressed your thighs even further back giving him full, unrestricted access. Once you were spread wide he ravaged your flesh never keeping one speed or pattern. His goal was to keep you guessing, keep you arching, keep those sexy moans tumbling from your lips. You gasped releasing a high pitch that gave him goosebumps. Hunger got the best of him and he couldn’t go slow anymore. He hooked his hands around your thighs and pulled you firmly against his lips.

“Fuck, Chris!” Your fingers were back in his hair raking your nails against his scalp. He sucked your clit in his mouth and swirled his tongue around it pulling a shiver from you.

“Oh my god, Chris, you’re gonna make me come.”

“Come for me, kitten. Come right here.”

He stuck his tongue out and dipped it into your tight core then withdrew only to do it again and again. Each time he sunk his tongue into the most intimate part of you your grip on his hair tightened and your shiver intensified. Small little mewls filled the room and it only fueled him even more.

Without warning, he felt the sweet gush of your desire flow. He moaned on you but didn’t stop for one second. Your screeches got louder and louder until your body convulsed. You tried to pull his head back, but he was not having it. When you realized he had no intention of giving you any reprieves you tried to pull back. He held you firmly in place and locked eyes with you. he knew that you knew you’d have to give him what he wanted before he let you go.

“Oh my god!” He watched your eyes roll to the back of your head and felt the resistance in your thighs and he knew you were coming again. Your body shook again, and he still held you right where you were and took everything you offered.

“Shit, shit shit, Chris!” You squealed his name and continued trying to pull away. Two was good enough for him—for now. He rose up onto his fists and hovered over you. You quickly pulled his face to you and sucked his lips. Your tongue sensually delved into his mouth and twisted around his. The groan he released gave away just how turned on he was and how much pain he was in trying to hold himself back. Slowly you released his lips while pulling him on top of you.

“Make love to me Chris, please.” Your hand wrapped around his shaft and squeezed.

“God Uriah.”

“Don’t hold back anymore baby. I need you.” You rubbed him along your slit fully coating him with your essence. He closed his eyes to invest himself fully into the feelings that were washing over him. He didn’t know how much more he could take. When he looked at you that was the absolute last straw. You looked so open, so beautifully open for him. he swore he could see and feel every emotion you were feeling and then some.

“I love you, Riah.” You opened your mouth to speak but instead, you flung your head back and gasps at the first feel of him filling you for the first time in weeks. He felt the instant urge to come but buried his face in your collar trying to hold off the inevitable.

“Riah--.” The tremble in his voice was so raw. You had to know how close he was to falling apart. He was afraid to move; he was so damn close.

That was when you began moving for him taking him completely off guard. After your body rocked on his for a third time he was moaning and panting but still holding on. What started as slow rocks, turned into passionate waves with you clenching around him.

“Fuck!” Before he knew what he was doing he was pinning you to the bed with your legs spread wide and delivering his own onslaught of thrusts. Your nails scraped his back and only fueled him more. His eyes zeroed in and watched himself slide in and out of your body. The sight was mesmerizing. Though each felt incredible and he swore that one would be the last it wasn’t.

Five minutes passed and he still miraculously hadn’t come though you’d done so twice already. He didn’t know how he was still able to keep going. Maybe it had something to do with him not looking into your eyes, maybe it was because he kept thinking about random things like tomatoes, baseball, football, and even politics.

Whatever it was it was working, and he was determined to make it continue working. That was until you rolled on top of him and ground on him slowly rotating your hips in perfect circles. His hands instantly flew to your hips hoping to steady you. You swatted them away and threw your head back and continued your search for your next release.

“Oh my god Chris, you feel so good—so good! Do you feel—feel it?”

All he could muster were mutters as he held on to your hips. You were not taking it easy on him and half of him was glad for it. He wanted a release more than he wanted air right now, but he wanted to feel this feeling for as long as he could. God, he’d missed you.

-Uriah-

You were being pretty selfish right now, but you didn’t care. You felt as if you’d been deprived of this for months rather than the weeks it had been. You wanted more so you took more. Bracing your palms on Chris’ abdomen you used him as leverage and began bouncing on his dick.

“Oh my god, Uriah!”

His grip on your hip tightened and because of it, you bounced faster fighting against his strength. Suddenly Chris began pumping up to meet you each time you came down. He knew this always made you weak. Your actions stilled so you couldn’t handle the levels of pleasure your husband was giving you. Your body shook and it was then Chris’ hand clasped over your breast. Your body moved on its own and soon both you and Chris were moving in unison each chasing your own pleasure. That was until your eyes met and everything slowed. The mad dash to the finish line slowed as did your bodies.

Chris rolled you onto your back and crushed his lips to yours and took whatever of your breath you had left. Your moans evaporated in his mouth as did his in yours. His movements did not slow, they only became more and more precise. It was if were trying to bury himself as deep as possible so you would never be without him.

“Ugh-ugh-ugh! Do you feel me, Uriah?”

You nodded your head rapidly; speech was not possible. He pressed your hand to the bed and entwined his fingers with yours tightening his hold every time he thrust deeper into you.

“Oh god, Chris I’m gonna come again. Yes, yes, right there!”

“You want me to make you come, kitten? Tell me how bad you wanna come.”

“So bad—please.” You arched your head back once again feeling the intense mix of pain and pleasure only he could deliver. Chris dropped his forehead to yours and kissed you again.

“Come for me baby--let me make you--a daddy. Let me give you everything we both want,” you panted out on strangled breaths every time he sunk deep into you.

Chris grunted then splayed his palm across your abdomen. He didn’t need to speak, neither did you. Both of you knew the words you wanted to say but you spoke them in other ways.

“You want my baby? A little girl with your smile,” Chris whispered.

“A little boy with your eyes,” you countered.

Once the words were out the emotion on his face was evident and couldn’t be misunderstood. Almost instantly his thrusts picked up pace and in a matter of seconds his pants and moans were louder than yours, but he soon made you take the lead again.

“I love you, Chris!”

“I love you more, dragonfly.” He barely got the words out before he found his release which triggered yours. Your scream was loud and if anyone passed they wouldn’t be able to tell where you began and he ended. Your body shook and a whimper escaped you as you tried to catch your breath.

Long minutes passed with Chris on top of you still buried deep within you. Neither of you spoke or moved. You knew for a fact you didn’t have either in you. You were completely weak and fulfilled. Chris moaned and looked down to meet your eyes.

“So much for no nut.” You snorted and snickered into his shoulder. It didn’t take him long before he joined you. He then dropped onto his back with a grunt.

“Good riddance I say. If you ever do something so stupid again I swear to you I will tie you up and take what I want while making it as torturous for you as possible.” He moaned; you felt a soft thud against your belly making you look down to see he was once again hard.

“That did not just turn you on.”

“I mean it didn’t sound like a punishment really. It sounded kinda hot.” You shook your head and kissed his chest.

“What are the chances I can convince you to climb on?” You pretend to give it some real thought.

“Depends on what’s in it for me.” Chris’ smile was wide.

“Unimaginable pleasure. I have weeks to make up for and for us that means one round down forty-one to go.” Slowly you smiled unable to hide your excitement.

Summer had been right that ill-fated night on the beach, the two of you were like rabbits. Wasting no more time you climbed on top of him and took control, but only for a moment before Chris was commanding your body to do what he willed telling you his ledger had red in it and that he intended on clearing it before Tuesday night. You smiled and dipped down to him pressing your lips to his ear.

“Bet you can’t.”

The incredulous look he gave you nearly made you fall off of him laughing. He smiled and quickly flipped you onto your back.

“Oh ho, you’re on Mrs. Evans.”

-Thursday-

It’s all fun and games until someone loses a bet and had to face the consequences of their actions. Today you should have been worried about cooking Thanksgiving dinner and entertaining yours and Chris’ family and friends who made the trip to your house for the holiday. You should be worried about nothing but having enough alcohol for the masses but no, you had more than that to worry about.

“I can’t believe this,” Summer groaned out on FaceTime. Neither could you.

“I have my huge ass family over here Riah now look at what this big child has gotten me into,” she complained.

“I know. These two dummies.” You and Summer shook your heads together. You could see Hemsworth approaching in the frame. When he sat he kissed Summer’s temple and smiled at you.

“Hey Riah, how are you, love?”

“Just great.”

“You sure you’re holding up all right? From what Summer tells me Evans has been giving you quite the workout.” Summer slapped his arm and gave him awide-eyedd look.

“Really Summer?”

“Come on girl, how was I going to keep quiet about the back breaking Evans has been putting in, your words.”

Chris sat beside you then with a serious look on his face. You didn’t look at him long before you looked back to the camera and gave your Chrissy Teigen “yikes” face. Summer busted out laughing.

“You shouldn’t be talking Summer. Like who the hell has sex on top of a lifeguard hut?” Summer gasped at Chris’ comment and glared at Hemsworth who sipped his beer then spoke.

“All right, so we’re all gathered here to face our shame. Shall we get on with it?”

You could see comments coming in. “Wait, Summer have you been live this whole time?” She nodded. You slapped your forehead when you saw a comment come in about you and Chris being some freaks.

“I tried to tell you don’t let Chris’ very white skin fool you, there is a brother in there somewhere dying to get out and I bet Uriah can attest to those sentiments,” Summer defended.

Your eye caught a comment about Summer and Hemsworth’s escapade on top of the lifeguard hut. They asked if the beach was at least empty.

“No comment,” Summer announced.

“Let’s just say it was three o’clock in the afternoon, mate and this is Australia. If the sun’s out we’re on the beach.” His smile was wide as if he was the cat that had stolen all the milk.

“Who wants to go first?” Chris looked at your smiling face.

“I think it’s only right the ones who failed first should go,” you suggested giving Summer and Hemsworth an all knowing look.

“You told them we were first?”

“I was not going to lie, Christopher,” Summer defended.

“All right so get on with it,” Chris instructed. Summer glared at him as if to say watch it.

“Fine, since we must do these childish things. Y’all these idiots made us do this stupid No Nut November fuckrey to the protest—”

“Strong protest,” you interjected.”

“Yes, to Uriah and my strong, strong protest. They refused to heed the warning and completely underestimated the power of the pussy.”

“And they paid dearly for it and suffered the consequences,” you added.

You tried to stifle your laughter from the comments coming in. When you began there were maybe two hundred thousand watching. That number was steadily climbing and now you saw almost a million people were watching. You were divulging intimate details of your sex life to the world.

“We said whoever lost had to come on here and announce it. So it looks like me and Summer are the ones who caved first,” Hemsworth said as he looked at Summer who didn’t look sorry at all.

“Hashtag sorry not sorry,” she offered. You busted out laughing first and Chris followed.

“Yall shouldn’t be laughing you lost too. Couldn’t even keep your hands off each other,” Hemsworth added.

“Whatever, as far as we’re concerned we’re the winners. You hear that. I told you anything you can do I can do better.” Hemsworth took the bait.

“No you can’t, mate.”

“Uh yeah, I can. This just proved it. the better man won.”

“What? No you can’t. I’m the better man,” Hemsworth shot back.

You pinched your nose bridge because you could see where this was going. When you glanced at summer you could tell she knew it too.

“All right mate, there are plenty of other months. There’s destroy the dick December a full thirty-one days of sex on lifeguard huts and crazy shit, all you can take. First to tap out loses. There’s feral fuck February, a full twenty-eight for the roughest nastiest sex ever.”

“Oh yeah, I know about those. What about manic masturbate March serious hand lovin for the entire month, and Ass all over April which is self-explanatory and Miss out May thirty-one days of nothing whatsoever,” Chris countered.

Hemsworth slid to the edge of his seat and pointed his bottle to the camera then began. “I’ve got better. Jumpin’ June thirty days thirty toys goal is to use em’ all like Pokemon.”

“Jack of all trades July whatever and however the wife wants she gets,” Chris shouted.

“Orgasmic August!”

“Sexless September!

“Orgasms R Us,” Chris and Hemsworth shouted together trying to beat the other to it.

The comments were blowing up and you and Summer were just sitting there in complete shock at what the hell was happening before your very eyes.

“Bring it, Evans! I can do this all year!”

“Oh yeah? You think I can’t?”

“Oh hell naw!” Both you and Summer’s voices shouted in complete solidarity.

“There is no way in hell any of that is going down,” Summer enunciated for Hemsworth.

“Summer come on, he’s challenging us.”

“No, he is not. Look you fools are not going to put us through this shit again. I want my dick when I want my dick and how I want my dick. You two have no say so. Just shut up, look pretty and slang that dick!”

“Hallelujah, Amen!” Your shout was that of a church sister who was feeling the sermon.

“Riah--,” Chris began before you snapped your fingers closed signaling him to zip it.

Seeing that you and Summer were adamant about not doing any of the shit they were talking about both men glared at each other in silence. You almost felt you’d won but then they both began talking again about what else, yet another bet.

“I’m calling you now,” Chris said as he stood and began walking away. In seconds Hemsworth’s phone rang and he was standing and answering it before he walked off camera. You and summer sat there in stunned silence. Neither of you spoke for a full two minutes. You could hear Hemsworth in the background speaking in an animated voice, one that Chris sounded to be riveling

“What the fuck just happened, Summer?”

She opened her mouth to say something but snapped it shut several times before she sighed and tried again. “Are we right back where we started?”

“The fuck we are.”

The comments were filled with notebook and pen emojis and peach and eggplant emojis. You shook your head at the same time Summer did. When you opened your mouth to speak a sinful idea came into your head. You mulled it over for a few seconds but each second that passed the lightbulb only grew brighter and brighter. You looked at the camera to see if Summer had the same idea. When you saw her sinister smile spread you knew she did.

“Did you just have the same idea I had?”

“Did it involve December?”

“Ayyyyyyy!” You and Summer Milly rocked in your seats each adding your own twang to it.

Chris sat back down as Hemsworth sat beside Summer.

“We got it,” Hemsworth began.

“We got it too,” you and Summer replied in unison as you smiled and looked at your husbands. They both looked confused. You brought your lips to Chris’ ear and whispered just what December meant to you. after almost a full minute if giving him CliffsNotes of the details you bit his earlobe and sat back. Summer did the same thing and the two of you waited knowing damn well what their answers were going to be.

As sure as the sun rose in the east and sets in the west both men smiled widely as they looked to each other.

“Bet you can’t,” they said at the same time.

“You’re on!” Their quick replies had both you and Summer smiling widely, smiles your husbands didn’t even see. They thought they’d been the ones to yet again pull the two of you down with them but in fact it was the other way around. You and Summer were the puppet masters this time and you both intended to use your powers for evil and they were none the wiser. Chris and Hemsworth got up and walked off again leaving you and Summer to lean into the camera.

“May the best woman win,” you whispered to each other before ending Live with a wave to the viewers.

Your husband had no idea what was in store for him this December.

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Title: Rumor Has It {11}

Chris Evans x Famous Reader Uriah “Riah” Tyler-Evans

Warning: Plot, Cursing, Angst, Slight embellishment of actual real-world media

Word Count: 3.2K

**Inspired by a video seen of Chris and his co-star Ana De Armas on their press tour for Knives Out at TIFF where she kept touching his chest and face standing about five inches apart.

**NOTE: A WORK OF FICTION. NOT CREATED TO GARNER HATE OF ANY SORT.

**Loosley Edited/Proofread**

**Interactive**

Thank you guys for reading!!!! If you enjoyed this please LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG. 😊 ❤❤

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You were reeling. You didn’t know if you were more furious or hurt. After everything, after the last few weeks, therapy, the revelations, the openness between you, your tears, and struggle this was where you were. Lost. Confused.

After sitting in your office or almost an hour after the end of your FaceTime call with Chris examining the screen record of Chris’ background and the one from Ana’s picture you’d gone through every single scenario. You’d even branched out to scenarios of those scenarios and at the end of it all you’d settled on was something wasn’t right. Everything pointed to your husband being a liar, your husband playing both angles when in fact he as a low-down dirty asshole. You were reluctant to believe it especially with all you’d been through together in therapy. The emotions he’d expressed couldn’t have been faked. Only an actual sociopathic psychopath could have faked it. that possibility had you wondering if your husband was a sociopathic psychopath.

This new light on the situation didn’t help you keep focus for the day. Concentration was pointless, working was pointless. Every couple of minutes you were thinking about it again. wondering where they were right now if they were together if they were laughing together about how easy it all had been. Needless to say, you were now looking at “platonic” actions in a whole new light. You now looked at the video of them together at TIFF differently, you looked at the interviews they did together and the body language differently. You even looked at the times they’d been together when you called him while he was filming. Your insecurities were at an all-time high.

Those insecurities are what had you on a private jet bound for San Diego, two days before your scheduled trip to LA that was supposed to have you meet up with Chris. You’d followed your gut, insecurities, and fears here because you had a feeling something was up, and you refused to sit around and ignore it any longer. You’d played the dutiful wife, the wife who played the trust card. You’d played the faithful and devoted wife who did everything in her power to save and strengthen her marriage. It was time to play a different card, the stealth wife. You were going to get to the bottom of this one way or another.

“Hello?”

“I hope you’re not just going to roll over on this one.” Your mother’s voice resonated and you sighed out in the backseat of the chauffeured truck.

“Mama, for goodness sake,” you began before she cut you off.

“What would be for goodness’s sake is you putting both of them in their place, especially her. A man can be as faithful as Jesus but there will always be snakes and Jezebels slithering through the garden of Eden.”

You rolled your eyes. You didn’t have the time or patience to listen to her scripture riddles. “Mama, I don’t have time for this.”

“Do you have time for a divorce?” You almost fell out. She had the uncanny ability to take it from zero to two hundred in two seconds. This was not different. Still, she had a point.

“I will take care of it. I’m in San Diego now and I’m going to confront Chris.”

“Take a beat, I say confront her first.”

“What?”

“Yes, both parties are equally complicit but sit with her, get a feel for her. You’ll be able to tell her intentions within the first two minutes. I’m not saying go and beat her ass off the bat. It’s what I would do, but there are ways to be tactful in a situation like this,” she suggested.

You had thought to go to her and rip out her hair then give her a nice souvenir in the form of a face scar to be used as a reminder to stay away from your husband. You’d also thought to play devil’s advocate and go behind enemy lines and assess the situation from her side. You’d left both options open and decided to go to the horse first. Hearing your mother’s thoughts, you decided to go with her plan. You’d go see the snake, Jezebel, first.

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Almost an hour later, you were sitting in a hotel room in front of a set table with an assortment of foods before you. Your mind was racing but you felt strangely calm as if you were slowly gliding through the air in zero gravity. It would have been peaceful, but your heart felt heavy.

“Uriah?” Her accent was very clear. You also heard her shock and confusion. When you turned to her she had a smile on her face. She was a pretty woman. There was no lying about it. You could see why men would fall for her and her big hazel eyes, striking bone structure, plump bottom lip, and exotic accent. Thinking about that you saw what would draw him in.

You smiled widely and stood. “Ana. How are you?” She returned your smile and stepped to you with her arms out. Once before you, she threw her arms around you hugging you. It was unexpected and your first red flag.

“I’m so good. How are you? Oh my goodness I love this outfit you look amazing.” She was being overly friendly. This was a sign she was overcompensating for something. You played her game and carried in with small talk.

After a few minutes, the two of you sat down across from each other. “Chris didn’t mention you were here.”

“I know. He doesn’t know. I wanted it to be a surprise. So please don’t tell him.”

“Oh, that’s so sweet—so romantic.” Her smile slipped for a moment. You didn’t miss it. She smiled again and straightened her back coming back to being the picture of friendliness.

“I wanted to have a bit of lunch together just us girls. It’s been such a long time since we chatted. I just wanted to catch up.” You knew it was believable. You were not an amateur actress.

“That sounds nice.”

“I remember a few things Chris mentioned that you liked. Cucumber sandwiches, dragon rolls, and that salsa from your country that you said you couldn’t live without. I hope it’s the right brand.”

Ana’s eyes roamed over the food on the table with a huge smile on her face. “Wow, he told you about all this?”

You nodded and sipped your tea, “He did. He talks about you a lot. I can see he likes you.” Ana looked at you and studied you as if she were searching for something. You suspected what she was searching for. You kept your cool.

“Yeah, we’re good friends. He’s a great man. You married a keeper.” You slowly nodded and took up one of the California Rolls before you. It was one of the two sushi products you would touch. From your example, Ana did the same and made a plate with a little of everything.

The two of you ate in silence for a few minutes. After some quiet, you chatted about the business, upcoming projects, silly stories floating around Hollywood, fashion, makeup, and travel. It all seemed normal. If you didn’t have the fact in the back of your mind that she was fucking your husband then it was possible to become friends. In another life, the two of you may have become friends. You may have been good friends.

As you spoke about trivial things, you formulated the right path to go. You couldn’t be too direct, and you couldn’t be too passive. You had to find a way to ride the line between the two.

“I hope everything is okay with your family. I heard the break Chris took was because of a family emergency,” Ana led a little over an hour into brunch.

“Yes, it was. We went through some things that had the power to break us. It was important we took the time. I wasn’t sure we still felt the same way about each other anymore.” It was true. Sometimes you had to reveal something personal to open the gates. Ana’s hand reached out for yours and rested on top in a reassuring way.

“I’m sorry. I had no idea. Do you want to talk about it?”

“No, no need. I want to distract myself. How are things with you? Anyone in your life that makes this crazy life of fame better?”

She remained quiet for a little while then toyed with the straw in her Fiji water bottle. Her eyes didn’t go back to yours though. “Things are okay. They could definitely be better. I never realized how much fame could be so lonely. You have millions of people watching you all the time. Tens of them around you but still you can feel--.”

“Alone?”

Ana looked to you and nodded with a melancholic smile. “Yeah. I don’t expect you to understand. You have Chris.”

“He’s been pulling away for some time. It may just be our workload and our maybe we’re not the same people anymore. We might have outgrown each other. I understand.” It was a stretch but in the light of new details maybe it wasn’t. Ana watched you and you tapped into your actress side and played up everything you felt a little over two months ago.

“Oh Uriah, I’m sorry. Do you think--.” Ana paused looked down timidly then bit her bottom lip before she spoke again. “Do you think he’s having an affair?”

Bingo, you thought. Nothing you’d said since this brunch began had any path to eluding about an affair. The fact that she brought it up was suspicious. “Do you think he is? You’re with him a lot more than I am these days.”

Ana looked at you. you felt the air in the room change, her eyes got slightly darker. “How would I know that?”

You shrugged and took up a beignet. You loved that the powdered sugar just melted in your mouth.

“Wait, are you insinuating I’m having an affair with Chris?”

“I never said that Ana. Why would I even say that?”

Ana straightened her sitting position and held her head higher. You knew what was coming and you loathed it. Either you’d slipped somewhere, or she was seriously on edge about the topic.

“Oh, I see. You asked me here under false pretenses to play nice and sugar me up hoping to get me to spill something. You told me some sad story about your marriage hoping it would give you the optic of the sad victim so I could feel sorry for you. Wow. These questions weren’t you being a friend or a decent person. You were trying to find out of I’m having an affair with Chris. I can’t believe this!” She sprang to her feet and walked away from the table.

“You’re overreacting, Ana. I never accused you of anything. All I wanted to do was catch up with you.”

“Bullshit!” She rolled her eyes, turned her back to you then looked at you again.

“By you coming to me like this it shows how scared you are. Do you feel threatened by me, Uriah? Worried that Chris likes me more than you? Scared that our connection is better than yours?” She was trying to get to you, you could tell. You refused to play this game.

“Look, Ana, I’m not here to play games with you.”

“No, you’re here to see how much of a threat I am for your marriage. What you should be thinking about is do you actually have a marriage still?” She didn’t give you a chance to reply before she walked out the door slamming it behind her.

“This bitch!” She just moved her next chess piece—the knight.

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When you got to Chris’ room that evening you were even angrier than you were at brunch with Ana. You should have thrown her out the fucking window instead of playing nice with her. Yes, a tactical approach was the best but a show of dominance and violence was always a good move. You hadn’t made one misstep. You didn’t take the con too far, you weren’t too passive or direct. She had always been on edge. She probably was suspicious from the moment she walked in. You knew better than anyone a guilty conscience would always see a threat even where there was none. You were a threat though. You knew now she wasn’t as innocent as she pretended to be. That made you wonder just what the fuck was going on.

According to Chris’ assistant, he was busy doing some last-minute interviews and events for Knives Out. You took advantage of the quiet and time alone by thoroughly scanning his room, especially where the backgrounds of his facetime call and her image looked identical. There was no mistaking it in person. They were the same. After you roamed around the room wondering just what the walls would say if they could talk. Would they tell you all their sorted secrets about your husband and a particularly hazel-eyed co-star? Would they speak of his fidelity and boringness or would they speak about his betrayal?

When you’d thought yourself weary, you moved on to ways to relax which included taking a long bath and feasting on room service. It was a good distraction but that was all it was—a distraction. One that you knew would end as soon as Chris got back. You would have to address the literal elephant in the room the picture.

You were so distracted by the view from the living room window and your tumultuous thoughts and feelings that you almost didn’t hear when the door opened, and Chris walked in.

“Uriah.” You looked to see him standing there dressed in perfect business casual wear with his hair perfectly tousled. You would never think he was unattractive. For a few moments, his eyes left your face and roamed over your robe-clad body and down your exposed leg. As he scanned you, he walked more into the room.

“Hi.”

“You’re not supposed to be here in San Diego. I thought we were meeting in LA.

“I know, I just—wanted to be here.”

Chris sighed and sat in a seat across from you. you found it a little strange that he hadn’t seen you in a week and he hadn’t come over to greet you or initiate contact. As you were going to bring it up, Chris began speaking again.

“Checking up on me?” His words rubbed you the wrong way. Turning around to face him you crossed your legs not caring that they were fully exposed.

“Should I be checking on you? I wasn’t aware you needed checking up on.”

He kept eye contact with you. You could see the tight clench in his jaw and the straight line of his lips. He was annoyed.

“Did you lure Ana to lunch and accuse her of having an affair with me?”

Closing your eyes, you sighed and cracked your neck. You’d just jumped out of the frying pan and into the fire. The bitch had tattled and moved her second chess piece at the same time.

“Don’t lie to me Uriah,” Chris warned through tightly clenched jaws.

“I did not accuse her of anything.”

“So, you did lure her to lunch and treated her like a homewrecker and threatened my career and name in the industry?”

“Are you kidding me, Chris?”

“Are you kidding me, Uriah?!” He sprang to his feet like a firework shell shooting into the air. You could feel the anger coming off of him.

“I cannot believe you would do this! Why would you do this?”

“Me? Why would I do this? Why would you do this?”

“What are you talking about? What have I done Uriah?” You got off the couch and made your way to your purse for your phone. If he wanted to play the fool you would enlighten him. once you found the picture you shoved it in his face.

“What the fuck is that?” You watched him as he scanned the post then rolled his eyes.

“It’s a post.”

“No shit it’s a post. Did you send her that sweater?”

“So what? I wasn’t going to wear it, she liked it so I gave it away.”

“And this?” You pointed to the background of the picture and then went to the still of his facetime call.

“What about this? Why does your background which is here, identically match hers?”

Chris looked at you like you were bat shit crazy as if he had no idea who you were.

“Don’t look at me like I’m crazy. What the fuck is this?”

He didn’t speak, he just stared at you.

“I’ve suppressed the urge to ask the question because of everything we’ve been through these last months but come on Chris. I can only be so complacent.”

“Ask the question, Uriah. I dare you.” It was another warning. You flared your nose and hesitated. You knew if you asked it you’d be right back where you were before therapy. The hurt on his face was evident. He looked as if he were holding back tears.

“Ask it!”

“Why do your backgrounds match?”

“They are hotel rooms, I’m sure they are all identical.”

“Bullshit!” You walked away from him and to the window.

“Did you come here to confront her--to confront me?” You clenched your jaw and fought back your tears.

“I wanted to see where your head was and the opportunity arose to see where hers was too,” you explained.

“Satisfied? Was her denial enough?”

“She didn’t deny anything. She threw her cockiness around instead. Did she tell you that when she came running to you to get sympathy and create an even bigger wedge between us?”

“This isn’t about her Uriah. This is about you. I thought you trusted me. I thought we’d moved past this and had turned a page and were moving forward. I thought we were stronger.”

“I thought so too. I really tried not to come here with this. I debated it but Chris how can I look past this? If you were me, what would you have done?”

“I wouldn’t come here accusing you or your costar or fucking!”

“For the first half of our marriage you accused me of fucking Christiano! I just need you to explain this to me.”

“I have nothing to explain. This wasn’t my room. She wasn’t here.”

“So, she wasn’t in here dressed like that with you? You weren’t fucking her before this was taken?”

He didn’t speak right away. He looked disappointed. He sighed and walked away facing his back to you.

“I don’t think we’ll ever get past this. The last two months were a waste of time. I thought we could move forward and be stronger because of the pain and the struggle but I don’t think we can.” He turned back to you in time for you to see a tear roll down his cheek.

“I never lied to you. I’m not playing you either. That picture was not taken here. She’s never been in here.” He dropped his head and wiped his tears away. “I don’t think I should be here either.”

He didn’t give you enough time to speak, he just walked out the door leaving you alone. You didn’t know what to think or believe at this point. You knew you weren’t crazy. You also knew that this bitch had shown her full hand.

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