For now a one shot review and let me know if you guys want more because im goign to continue to write this story im just not going to post unless its wanted so review review review oh and i've also changed ages and time periods but its my story so meh
"What am I doing here?" That seemed to be a question I was asking myself a lot lately.
I turned the key in the lock. I cried as I heard the click. I knew I couldn't go back now. I was into deep and he was my heroine.
I hated hurting Hunter and I hated hurting my daddy even more. I used to love Hunter or I at least thought it was love.
"But Daddy." I whined.
"Control your little brat." I heard a deep voice say.
I looked up to meet the brown eyes of the sexiest man I'd ever scene. He had long dirty blonde hair tied back, a little scruff on his face and a tarnished leather jacket. He was the epitome of bad. And bad was what every good girl wanted.
I was no ordinary girl either I was the billion dollar princess and what I wanted I sure as hell got.
"I'm not a brat." I said in my snotty tone. I got up and brushed past him. "Unless you want me to be that is." I whispered.
And that's how all this shit got started. I was the typical teenage girl falling for the bad ass. I did what ever I could to get his attention and it was obviously working.
"The names Hunter." He said smiling as he leaned against the wall.
Catering was crowded so I didn't want everyone to hear us.
"Stephanie Marie McMahon." I said shaking his hand. I made sure no one was looking before I finished with "At your service" and a wink.
So that was it Hunter and me got physical. I'll never forget the day Daddy found out.
"Oh Hunter." I cried. The closet was tiny and cramped but he needed it and I couldn't say no.
"Steph baby your so fucking hot and tight." Not exactly romantic but I took it whatever, which way he was given it. Which was a lot of ways trust me.
"Did you hear that?" I asked stopping.
"Aw baby your just paranoid." Hunter said pulling my leg back around his waist.
"Your probly right."
He wasn't. The door flung open and Dad was standing there. Unlike most Dads he wasn't trying to kill Hunter. This because he wasn't most Dads he was Vince McMahon and he was going to milk this for all this was worth. Don't get me wrong he did make Hunter do the honourable thing and marry me. After he found us he moved us into the storyline and the rest is history.
I was 18 when I was married. I never got to live. I tried to be the good wife but we just drifted further and further apart. Which brings us back to where you entered. Me in a house that isn't mine, with a man who isn't my husband.
I moaned in pleasure as he kissed each of my shoulder blades, pulling down the straps that covered them. I let him pull my dress down to the floor before I walked out of it and kissed him.
"I love you." He said.
"I love you to." I repeated.
A gentle lover caring compassionate. Nothing like Hunter, who lately as become needy and self centered. Even though we were basically forced together we were in love. But that once strong love fades weaker with each passing day.
"Look at me." He said lifting my chin to his gaze. I kissed him with an intensity that I've never known before him.
"Mmmm Chris." I pleaded as he slowly pleasured me with his hands.
"Not yet Stephy." He said as he laid me down on the satin sheets. I guided into me slowly. Stopping momentarily to adjust to the man inside me. I rode him soft slow until he guided me faster along his hips with his hands. I love the feeling of his callused hands on my milky skin.
I lay next to him afterward with tears in my brown eyes. Eyes that hold as much love as they do pain. My life was a never-ending conflict. I web of lies I had to control. Where was I tonight? I wondered…a friends, a meeting? I was quickly running out of excuses as to why I wasn't coming home.