Feeling the tears sliding down her face, Elis watched them hit her leg. Couldn't she go one day without someone trying to hurt her purposely? She wiped her eyes trying to stop the tears from flowing but more replaced them. Sliding down the wall, she held her head in her hands, unsure of what to do.

Taking a breath and looked in the glass side panel of the door, Elis found him still standing there. She stared at him a little longer, for the first time taking a good look at him. He was dressed in a pair of basketball shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt with gym shoes on. Sweat was dripping over him. He must have just left the gym.

"I can only imagine what he looks like without clothes on…" Her eyes finally made it to his face and unmistakably, their eyes met. There was no doubt that there was anger swirling in the green orbs, anger that was directed at her. He walked away and knocked on the door. She knew it was him, but there was no way in hell she was opening it so he could lash out at her! The knocking on the door continued, only louder.

"Open the damn-" Mark bit his tongue, remembering Stephanie's firm warning. "Open the door sweetheart. I wanna speak with you." A few seconds passed before he heard the door unlock and swing open. He stepped through and found that she had moved to the corner of the room. He rubbed his hand over his face. Not because he was irritated, but he simply didn't like to deal with crying females. The snot, the tears, and the constant blubbering worked his nerves.

"Darlin' come on now. Get up." She didn't reply. He walked closer to her and for the first time, he could see what his words had done to her. Her face was slick with sheen, eyes were red and puffy, and her hair was disheveled.

"I know what you're thinking. I'm a hot ass mess. Just say what you need to say and get out." From the sound of her voice, she had been crying hard. He desperately wanted to say that he hadn't meant any of it, but he couldn't take back those hurtful words. Sighing, he walked towards her and pulled her to her feet. He went a step further and picked her up so they were eye level. The shock in her eyes was apparent.

"Look Elis' Angela I know I ain't the easiest person to talk to, or approach. But if you gonna work around me, then we need to sort out our problems." Elis's face was full of shock. "What do you mean? How are we gonna do-" He placed his hand over her mouth.

"It's up to you whether or not if you want to accept my proposal. I'd rather do this somewhere more…private. If you want, we can go to a restaurant. I think I saw an Olive Garden on my way to the arena. Now if you want to meet me there or not, fine." He dropped her down onto her feet and walked to the door.

"8:00 tonight. It's all up to you." With that he left, leaving Elis' Angela to her thoughts.

6:45p.m

Since Stephanie let her have the rest of the night off, she figured what the hell? What's the harm in meeting him at an Italian restaurant?

It gives him the opportunity to embarrass you on a much larger scale, and not to mention in front of complete strangers?

She rolled her eyes at her inner thoughts. If that was what his plan was, then he would have to try much harder. She had all but heard every cruel comment in the world. Glancing at the clock, she was grateful that she had taken a shower when she first came in. As she put on a cream silk blouse and pencil skirt with nude stockings, Elis found herself rushing. At that moment, her Samsung Galaxy III rang.

"Hello"

"Yea, this is Taker. You ready?" Looking around the room, she only had to put on her shoes, and grab some cash.

"Yea, I'm ready. I'll be downstairs in the lobby waiting-"

"No need. I'm at your door." He hung up. Elis' Angela looked at the phone in disbelief. So that was two things she had figured out about the glamorous Undertaker. He was a bully, and he was impatient. "Fuck it. He's just gonna have to wait." Padding to the door barefoot, she snatched it open. He looked surprised at her action. "Well, are you going to come in or not?"

He waited a second more, eying her suspiciously before stepping in the room. He sat in a chair by the window.

"I just have to put my shoes on and grab some cash. No more than 5 minutes." Before he could reply, she had left.

In his mind he was saying that her 5 minutes was going to turn into 15 minutes. What woman didn't pull that old trick now? His ex's favorite was 30 minutes, which turned into an hour and 30 minutes. Shaking his head, he prepared for a long wait.

"Okay I'm ready." He glanced at his watch. Damn, that was under 5 minutes! Shaking the previous thoughts from his head, he stretched before opening the door for her.

"Ladies first."