"…I don't know if I can do this anymore…" he spoke softly from his side of the bed.

"Why?" she asked, her voice quivered.

"You have to understand…" he said, turning his back to her.

"She's back. Isn't she?" she didn't even need an answer, she just knew.

"She's…she's…" he was speechless.

She got up, the blanket still wrapped around her "This was just lust, wasn't it."

"No." he bit his lip.

"It was, I know it. So you can just stop lying now, I'll get dressed and leave, like this never happened" she reached for her bra which hung from the doorknob.

"So that's it…" he stood up, unafraid to be uncovered, "that's the end of this story? You leaving me?"

"No, it's us moving on...I'm sorry it had to end this way..." she said as she felt a tear slip out and trickle down her cheek.

And before she left she looked back at him sitting on the other side of the bed, his head in his hands, and she took a deep breath…

And left.

Well, this entire mess began with a party. A party that Melina didn't want to go to in the first place. It was Mickie that forced her to go, she told her that she needed to get out and find some other guy, since her and Jeff hadn't worked out the way she had expected.

Melina went with Mickie and Shawn, and soon separated from them upon arrival.

She remembered loud music and lots of guys hitting on her. Oh! And she remembered walking in on this one couple having sex, well, it was a house party after all.

"Ewww!" she said as she shut the door.

Sex wasn't 'ew' to her, but watching other people, people she didn't even know, have sex. That was 'ew'.

She bumped into a few people as she tried to find an open room to just sit in.

"Excuse me…" she said, trying to get past a group of snobby rich guys, but one guy purposely pushed up against her "…whoa there bud! I'm single, happy, and not in the mood for your bullshit!"

"I'm just looking for a conversation, no need to bite my head off!" the guy said "why don't we just sit down and chat, eh chicka?"

"Chicka?" Melina mocked him "you're fucking drunk! Now take your little friends here, go back to your mansion, and get yourself a little rich boy orgy party going, cause I'm not doing ANYTHING with you tonight!"

It was true, she was feisty and had a short temper. But despite that, she was sweet and loving to her friends and family.

Sure enough, the guy moved out of her way and she rolled her eyes at him before she headed upstairs.

Upstairs, it was cold and surprisingly, she was shivering in her jeans and tank top.

All of the doors were closed, except for one, that was opened so that she could see a light, but just faintly.

It felt weird to her as she slowly made her way to the door. She peaked in and before she went in she looked closely and saw a guy sitting on the far side of the bed, his head in his hands, and she took a deep breath…

And went in.

"Hello?" she said softly.

He didn't respond.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

She felt weird, talking to someone that she didn't even know.

He turned his head and looked at her and she immediately realized that she did know him.

"Mark…aka Undertaker?" she asked, because she didn't want to feel stupid, in case he wasn't.

"Yeah…" he said flatly.

"What's wrong?" she asked as she slowly inched towards him.

Backstage, he was so talkative and friendly. But now…he seemed cut off from the world and quiet.

"You wouldn't understand, it doesn't concern you anyway" his words stung.

"I…I know, but I hate seeing people sad, so please tell me, what's wrong?" her words were firm, yet inside she was broken up and afraid.

"It's a long story."

"I have time."

"Why are you here?"

"That doesn't matter."

He grunted. He hated how persistent and unrelenting she was.

"Fine…" he finally said after contemplating what he could be getting himself into.

"Okay, tell me all about it" she said as she sat beside him.

At this point, she didn't feel uncomfortable being so near, she could tell that her persistence was getting the best of him.

"You know Michelle, right?" he asked her.

"Duh!" she said rolling her eyes, as if he needed to even ask that.

"Well, I've been dating her for about a year now, and earlier today…she said we needed to talk and she told me that she loved someone else…" his voice softened "and she packed up her stuff and left."

Melina didn't know what to say. Should she say sorry, should she give him some reassurance?

"I had sort of the same thing happen to me, with Jeff…" she hoped this was the right thing to say "so I understand how you're feeling…but I guess, you just have to move on. It's hard, but you have to at some point. You can't always be the guy who goes to parties and sits upstairs and cries…"

"No…you're wrong…" he said staring at the ground and then looking at her as his eyes softened "I wasn't crying."

She smiled and laughed a little "My bad, but, will you be okay?"

He stared into her eyes "I think so…"

She didn't no why she leaned forward, it just felt right, along with everything else that night. It all felt so right, the kiss, the sex, the man she was with. It felt so right, yet she knew it was so wrong.

She woke up the next morning to the morning light streaming through the cream colored blinds.

She rubbed her eyes and saw a man out on the balcony.

Staring at the blur of his figure, she wanted to know more about him. Who was he, besides the guy who she was had spontaneous sex with. And besides a famous wrestler. Who was Mark Calaway, the man.

Suddenly, Mark Calaway's entire world seemed so interesting to her.

Getting up, she thought she may learn more.

"Hey…" she made her way to him.

He looked at her with welcoming eyes and smiled "Hey…"

She wrapped her arms around him "I'm guessing this is your house?"

"Yeah." he said as he touched her hands and a warmth filled his body.

"So, what now…" she said, trying to get him to stare into her eyes the way he had last night "do I just leave?"

"No…you don't have to leave…" he said, looking at her, his voice softer than before.

"Then what do I do…?"

"You stay."

"I barely know you…I can't stay with someone I barely know…"

"Why not, you slept with me, didn't you"

She stared at him. She didn't know what to say, it was true, she had slept with him. But she was hoping for a 'one night stand' sort of thing.

"Well, If I'm going to stay, I need to get to know you better." she said, looking away.

"Okay, so let's talk." he said, lifting up her chin so their eyes would meet once more.

"Okay, but let me get dressed first" she said, and she couldn't help but smile when she noticed that he wasn't dressed either and his manhood was brushing against her bare leg.

As she turned back to the bedroom, he stopped her and pulled her into his arms and kissed her with the same passion as the night before. The passion that she didn't want to leave.