The Brunette cleared her throat as her palms began to get sweaty, Tonight her Uncle was going to be Greenwich, Connecticut at the latest WWE show. The brunette was Chelsey Hart the daughter of the late great Owen Hart, and she was in Connecticut for support of her Uncle Bret Hart and previously had a meal with pretty much the whole of the McMahon family and her cousin Alexandra who was currently in a relationship with Shane McMahon and of course her Uncle Bret. Before Chelsey had left the meal and departed to her lonely hotel, She had acquired the number of Triple H better known as Paul Levesque. They had met a week ago when Chels had come down for the weekend to see Alexandra, But had been texting each other throughout the week. Chelsey had nothing but respect for Paul, the pair of them had merely had just chit chat through text nothing threatening. As an athlete Paul was an amazing competitor and such a role model to younger men who aspired to be a wrestler.
Hearing her message tone coming through from her BlackBerry, Chelsey had just finish straightening her long brunette hair and putting her make up on so decided to ignore the message for now. Reach around her slender body, She clipped her black bra into place and then put pushed her hand back through her hair letting out a soft sigh as Justin Timberlake played softly in the back ground. Chelsey heard her phone go off again, huffing a little the brunette turned out of the en-suite bathroom and into the bedroom area of the hotel she was staying in. Her freshly manciured hands picked her phone and pressed the touch pad looking at two messages she had just recieved, both from Paul. "What room are you in? I'd love to see you to kill some time before the show." The next message just read a simple question mark. Placing her hand in the middle of her entwined fingers she text back in a fast fashion as she usually would texting. "282" Just before she could send the text she heard a knock on the door with a male voice behind it. "ROOM SERVICE."
Chelsey was dressed in just a bra and of course her panties, the attendant was delivering her in Room Service could walk in and it didn't matter if they saw her in her bra and panties, due to Customer Confidentiality but she had the door on the latch so they could just come in anyway due to her Uncle coming in soon to pick her up so they could go to the WWE show together. "Doors Open Come in!" She said loudly towards the door, still unable to remember what she had indeed ordered from Room Service. This was the issue with doing so many drugs in the past with her frequent use of both Cocaine and Cannabis she easily forgot what she had done even 10 minutes ago. Chelsey looked to the mirror as she ran her fingers through her hair once again looking antsy in the mirror as the door opened her attention looked back to the mirror.
"Wow.. Err, Chelsey?" Looking back to the door Chelsey jumped as her breath suddenly went bending round to collect her towel placing it infront of her body within a matter of seconds. "Oh.. My.. God.. I am SO Sorry Paul!" Chels said loudly as she backed up a little as Paul closed the door quickly locking it behind him which Chelsey found slightly strange. Picking up a black silk bathrobe courtesy of the hotel, She quickly fitted it over herself and wrapped it around her body before dropping the towel so she was covered. "Chelsey its fine, Its my fault saying I was Room Service, I'm sorry." The father of two came over sitting on the end of the bed looking at the brunette grinning at her as she curiously stood by the window her hands curling over the windowsill. "So, Whats up? Not long until Steph gives birth right?" Chelsey said very softly as this had thrown her completely off course to be getting ready for this evening.
Hunters eyes scanned the room as he sat there with his brown eyes shifting up towards Chelsey who was looking at him awaiting a response. As his eyes rolls slightly to the question she asked him Hunter shifted his body in Chelseys direction. "I'm going to be honest with you Chelsey, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you all this week, And seeing you at dinner this evening you looked beautiful. Sometimes I think I made a wrong decision marrying Stephanie. I feel as if I was pressured into it." Chelseys hazel eyes widened as she leaned back, taken aback by Hunters confession one she hadn't of expected off him of all people as she took her hands away from the windowsill sitting on the chair in-front of her as she sat down she was only a few inches away from Paul, and sat there feeling somewhat awkward to this revelation.
Chelsey looked towards the poor taking a deep breath just cough up to clear her throat so she could make sense of this. Maybe him and Stephanie were going through a rough patch? He did have two children already, with also Stephanie pregnant once again with their third child. Chelsey had met Stephanie twice and they hadn't really spoken that much but she knew that she loved Hunter, after all they were wrestlings Power Couple back in the early 2000s. Paul intensely looked into Chelseys eyes as her mouth opened about to say anything, she took a deep breath once more and just came out with the first thing that came out in her head. "Well I don't know how to say this but I think you and Stephanie just need to work through this, I'm sure you guys need to just realise why you fell in love with each other in the first place." It was the only thing she could say, she was definitely flattered that Paul thought that of her but it was completely just irrational thinking in Chelseys mind he said that.
"Your eyes, Your smile and that body, Your positive way of thinking.. I love it Chels. Stephanie just sees the negative and is nothing like you." Chelsey couldn't believe what he was saying, was this a dream or reality? Her mind was currently blown and she couldn't quite process what was being said. Why was he doing this? She had only a month ago finished rehab for drug use and was currently having help from a psychiatrist, Why did everything have to now get confusing! Chelsey looked at Paul shifting her eyes down, and she was so nervous and so confused to as of why she was being put in a predicament. Paul shifted closer to her and he brushed his hand against the back of Chelseys hand as Chelseys eyes looked to his hand then went to his brown hues uncertain to what to do as Pauls voice softly spoke out to her. "Look at me Chelsey.."
The Brunettes hazel eyes looked to his identical coloured eyes as she sat there softly biting on her lip as she done what was asked and that was to look at Paul. Chelsey felt Paul get nearer and closer as she could smell cologne, she closed her eyes to have an extra long blink feeling his hands now on her legs and the smell getting stronger as he reached in planting a kiss onto the lips of the unexpected Brunette, Why was he doing this? But in natural reaction and without thinking twice she kissed him back, was she stupid!? Her conscience was screaming at her, quite literally screaming, but Chelsey paid no attention. She was feeling as if she was wanted for the first time in so long or maybe ever. Within the 30 seconds that they had shared a kiss, Paul had quite literally picked up the tiny framed Hart and placed him ontop of her body.
Chelsey felt Pauls erection push into her thigh and without a second to think she began to undress herself ontop of his body. This moment was between the two bodys that were soon to become together as one but for now, nothing else mattered but Chelsey and Paul.