Sorry this took so long, im having mad writers block with this.....read and review please.....sorry again.
Another week came and went, and everything was eating Chris up inside. He hated that he wanted her, he wanted to just forget she ever existed but that was hard to do when she was impossible to rid from his life. He wasn't about to leave his job to avoid her, and being born a McMahon meant she wasn't going anywhere either. Chris just had to man up, and face her.
He just had hash out everything with her, let her know that while just a little while ago he would have been all over her that that didn't hold true anymore. The Canadian had to let Stephanie know that he was moving on...without her this time. He had to make it clear that she couldn't just walk back into his life and expect him to be waiting...he was ready to let go, and she had to let him do that.
Trish was a sweet girl, who genuinely seemed to care about him. It seemed all Stephanie wanted was a sexy romp like the good old days. Back then he knew she loved him, but when she couldn't leave Paul for him he felt like all the love died on her side. Because ultimately you'd do anything for the one you loved, and if she couldn't do the one thing they needed to be together, how much could she really care?
About eight months ago she was his everything, and then suddenly she didn't want to be his anything anymore. Chris didn't understand it, they had been talking about her moving in with him, the subject of marriage came up...then out of the blue she told him it was over.
They had been seeing each other just shy of six months, she and Hunter had been separated at the time and she swore she'd never see him again. The affair was incredibly intense, he poured everything he had into their time together...maybe a few short months is too soon to know that you've found your soul mate, but he knew that he had.
From the start he somehow felt that he loved her, and she told him she loved him too. Stephanie had promised him forever, and then magically they were through.
His first instinct told him to fight her; they argued and screamed until he couldn't take it anymore. There was only so long you could tell some one that they were making a mistake and hear back from them that it was you who was wrong. Chris just couldn't take the heart break anymore, so he just gave up.
Never did he receive a reason.
But that was over, he couldn't think about it anymore. Because he had learned quickly in all the nights he laid awake wondering, that thinking about it over and over didn't get him anywhere. All it did was make him tired all day from the rest he wasn't getting. The past was the past and he had been learning to accept that.
Until of course she had stepped back into frame, but he couldn't change his mind now, he had to get over her.
Chris knocked softly on the door of the office that the production manager had said Stephanie was in, going over tonight's scripts and finishes. This was it, now or never. "Be strong Jericho." He said aloud and pushed the door open.
Stephanie looked up from her worked irritated, obviously angry that someone had the nerve to interrupt her. But her face suddenly changed when she realised just who was standing there, her pretty mouth drew up in a smile.
She removed her reading glasses from her face and laid them on her desk as she gazed up at him, "Chris Jericho," She said softly, "To what do I owe this pleasure?"
The Canadian didn't bother to answer; he decided getting to the point was a better option, "Listen Steph can we talk?"
"Of course." She replied, using her hand in gesture to point out the chair in front of her, offering him a seat.
He accepted and sat down across from the buxom brunette, "Listen I just want to cut to the chase here."
"About what?" She asked coyly, folding her hands.
Chris knew that she must have known what he meant but he played along anyway, "The other week," He began and when she said nothing he continued, "In your office."
"Oh." She said, acting a little surprised. "Well...have you changed your mind?"
He smiled at her, "No I didn't come here to collect on your efforts. " He responded and her smile quickly faded, "I came here to make sure you knew where we stood, so that you know that the little moment we shared was a mistake. You made the decision to leave me and..."
Stephanie cut him off, "Last week wasn't the mistake, me leaving you was." She told him, reaching across the table and laying her hand on his.
He laced his hand with hers, thumbing the back of her hand softly, "I appreciate you saying that sweet cheeks. But we can't change the way things happened now, we just can't go back and I'm finally coming to terms with that. I pressed you to leave him, no I begged you to and you didn't do that, so there couldn't be anything between us. I pushed too hard for you to choose me and you left instead, but I think maybe it was supposed to be that way. I don't think I could have handled being with you in secret like that any longer anyway...I loved you too much. But hey, they say everything happens for a reason. You're with Paul and I'm trying to build something special with Trish. Maybe that's where we belong; I just want us to be happy Stephy."
Chris squeezed her hand tightly before letting it go and getting up to leave. He knew she understood.
She winced as the door closed, a single tear rolling down her cheek. "We belong together." Stephanie whispered. "That's what makes us happy."
