A/N: Been a long time, eh? Sorry, I be tryin' tho… enjoy. ;)
Baby, can't you see?
I'm calling
A guy like you
Should wear a warning
It's dangerous
I'm falling
There's no escape
I can't wait
I need a hit
Baby, give me it
You're dangerous
I'm loving it…
Britney Spears: Toxic
"She is dating Chris Jericho, and you don't care?" Hunter snarled, his face turning red from anger as he glared at Vince.
"What's wrong with it?" Vince asked, peering up at Hunter over his glasses. "She is a grown woman, she can do whatever she likes. Plus, Chris is a fine young man. I have no qualms about it, just like I didn't have any qualms about her dating you."
"Oh bullshit," Hunter scoffed. "You didn't want her anywhere near me."
"What is this about, Hunter?" Vince demanded, removing his glasses and returning the heavyweight champion's glare. "You know I have a lot of work to do, and I don't have time for this foolishness."
"Chris is nothing but a fucking dog, and he is going to use Stephanie like he uses every other girl around here! And you don't even give a shit!" Hunter exclaimed, slamming his hands on Vince's desk and leaning forward furiously.
"Lower your voice!" Vince snapped angrily, his brows furrowing. His eyes were threatening.
"How dare you," he growled, "barge into my office like this, and make these outrageous accusations about Chris Jericho! He is an upstanding young man, and my daughter can take care of herself!"
Hunter fumed silently, his jaw clenched tightly as he looked down and away. This old man couldn't even see his own daughter for who she really was – a heartless, power-hungry, manipulative, and ruthless woman. Why had he been stupid enough to think he would see Chris for the man whore he was?
Hunter had heard the stories about Chris Jericho. The man had no respect for anyone except himself, and half of the females on payroll had probably slept with the man. He would fuck a woman, and then leave her like a dirty whore. Hunter usually didn't care about other people's business, but Stephanie was his business. And no matter how she was as a person, or how downright nasty she could be, he still abhorred the idea of Chris Jericho putting his filthy hands on her.
Her body was his, and his alone. And to think that Jericho might be using her in one of his sick games was driving him insane.
"Fine," Hunter finally spat out through gritted teeth. He turned around and marched straight to the door, slamming it behind him angrily.
Well, if he's not going to do anything about it, then I will, he decided. He walked with determination towards Chris's dressing room. Whatever game Chris and Stephanie were playing, it was about to end. He knew Stephanie, and he knew Chris's reputation, and it was just too convenient that they were now dating and fully committed to each other. He knew that Stephanie was probably fucking with him… or at least, he almost hoped she was.
Surely, she would never actually want to date a sleazeball like Chris.
Right?
He scowled as he arrived to Jericho's dressing room. He paused momentarily, closed his eyes, and balled up his fists. He would pummel Chris if necessary.
Without knocking, he threw the door open.
And immediately regretted it.
Stephanie was sitting on the sofa with her laptop on her lap, with Chris sitting right next to her on her left. He was sitting very close to her, his lips on her neck, kissing and occasionally whispering. Stephanie's head was leaning back against the sofa, her eyes closed and a look of ecstasy on her face.
The laptop obscured his vision, but he could clearly see Chris's left arm reaching down into Stephanie's lap. He could put two and two together. Hunter flushed red with embarrassment, and immediately walked out of the room. Chris noticed this out of the corner of his eyes, and he smirked.
"Your boyfriend was just here," he whispered against her skin.
"Mhmm…" Stephanie purred, oblivious to what was going on around her. She was completely focused on his left hand which was nestled into her pants, on his fingers which were expertly caressing her.
"That's right," he whispered, a bulge growing in his pants as she moaned. "Come on…"
"Oh God…"
An arrogant smirk spread across his face as he felt her lift her hips to feel more of his fingers.
"My fingers can only do so much, baby," Chris said, his voice low and dangerous. "But I have other body parts that can give you what you need…" he kissed her behind her ear, letting her feel his breath there. She shuddered at the sensation.
"Yes," she said, licking her lips eagerly. Yes, anything to quell the raging fire he was building inside of her.
"Maybe tonight then."
Then with an evil smirk, he removed his hand from her pants. Her eyes opened, the sensation of his fingers gone. This was sobering, and she looked at him with arousal and lust dancing in her eyes.
"Chris…" she breathed, her body aching for him.
"Stephy, baby," he said smoothly. "You said no more messing around at work, so we'll just have to do the responsible thing and wait until we get back to our hotel room."
She looked at him with disbelief.
"Unless," he continued, his evil smirk growing, "you ask me nicely."
Oh how badly she wanted him. Her body was practically shaking. She had been right there, almost over the edge, and he does this to her? She felt anger stirring inside of her, but it was outweighed by the fact that she needed him badly right then.
"Come on," he whispered teasingly, looking at her with his darkened lust-filled eyes. He could see it in her eyes, how much she wanted him. If he was being honest with himself, he wanted her too.
But he wanted to hear her say it out loud. He wanted her to confess to him that he was the stronger of the two. His smirk grew more, knowing he had her where he wanted her.
He was going to break her and win their game.
"Tell me you want me," he urged, "Tell me how badly you need me, and we'll continue… you know you want to…"
Stephanie did. She wanted to with all her being. But her pride thankfully flared up, overtaking her physical need for him. She took a deep breath, regaining her senses.
How dare he rile her up like that and then leave her hanging high and dry? No one did that to her and got away with it. Yes, she would make him regret that little move later that night when they were alone…
"Fuck you, asshole," she finally said, finding her voice. "I'm not giving into your stupid fucking games," she told him angrily. He just laughed.
"Aw, what's the matter? I thought we were having fun," he teased, leaning in to kiss her.
Stephanie shoved his face away, and then slammed her laptop shut. She looked at him, and sneered at the triumphant smirk on his face.
"We'll see who's begging tonight," she threatened, making him laugh again. He brought his fingers up to his lips.
"Yes, we'll see," he said confidently. "But I'd say right now I'm winning, since you were practically begging me to fuck you here even though your door is unlocked. Heaven only knows who could have walked in…"
Stephanie rolled her eyes and scoffed, "Like I give a shit. Technically you're my boyfriend so I can do whatever the hell I want to you," she said with an evil smirk of her own.
Which she was planning on doing after his little stunt he just pulled.
"Well, Hunter came in and saw us, do you give a shit about him?"
Stephanie blinked in surprise, before looking at Chris critically, "Hunter came in here? When?"
"Sure did, just a couple minutes ago," Chris said with a chuckle. "You didn't notice of course, seeing as how I was diverting your attention… how selfish of me, keeping your attention all to myself."
"Don't inflate your head too much, it might explode and then who will I have to help me carry out my plan?" Stephanie asked, teasing him. He smiled. "What did he say? Did he even say anything? I didn't hear him if he did."
"No, he didn't say anything… just stood there turning red. He looks hilarious when he turns red like that, like he's just a big, angry, stupid bear."
They both laughed together. "Man," Stephanie said, sighing. "I wish I would have seen his face."
"You mean you don't care at all that he saw me finger fucking you?" Chris asked, surprised.
"Why should I care? He should have knocked," she said, smirking with an evil glint in her eyes. Chris smirked too and looked away, chuckling and shaking his head. Stephanie looked at him for a moment, eyeing his hair critically. He was surprised when he felt her run her fingers through his now shortened hair. "I don't think I told you, but I like this haircut."
He snorted, looking back at her. He didn't remove her hand from his hair, loving the way it felt. "Of course you do, it makes me look damn good. I'm way beyond hot and sexy now… they need a new adjective to describe me… ow, what are you doing!" he cried out in pain as she fisted a handful of his hair.
"Mmm, still enough for me to grab… good," she said, a satisfied smile on her face as she let his hair go. He rubbed his head and gave her a dirty look.
She patted his shoulder before standing with her laptop. He leaned back against the sofa, stretching his arms out so they were resting on top of the sofa. He watched her as she gathered up her things.
"Why are you always going to all of these fucking meetings anyways?" he asked snidely. "They're pointless."
"I know that," she said. "But it's my job, and I don't want to be fired."
He scoffed, "Yeah, like Vince would ever fire his precious, innocent little girl," he said mockingly. Stephanie laughed.
"It's true," she conceded. "But appearances are important, as I'm sure you know," she told him, looking over her shoulder at him expectantly. He stood up and walked over to her then, taking her things from her. She smiled. "Ah, such a gentleman."
He rolled his eyes as she opened the door, and they walked out together.
"So, what are we doing tonight?" Stephanie asked brightly, glancing over at Chris with adoring eyes.
"Maybe we can rent a movie," he suggested, looking over at her and smiling widely. "Just pop some popcorn and relax."
"Oh, that's a great idea… what should we rent?" she asked, stifling a laugh.
"Oh, I don't know… how about Planet of the Apes? I keep getting reminded of this movie for some reason," he said, sounding confused.
They both burst out laughing, the laughter genuine as they reached her dressing room. She opened the door and Chris walked in and put her things down on her desk.
"Thanks, love," she said, smirking at him as he walked back over to her.
"Anything for you," he told her, cupping her chin and gazing into her eyes. She looked at him longingly, before her eyes dropped to his lips. He leaned in and kissed her, his kiss sweet and gentle.
Stephanie's stomach did a tiny flip flop whenever he kissed her like this. It was purely for show, yes, but he was just so soft and gentle with his lips and his tongue when he kissed like this. Usually, behind closed doors, his kisses were anything but gentle. Those kisses drove her wild with desire, but she was growing a little fond of these kisses too. Neither of them noticed anyone walking past. Neither of them cared.
He pulled away and kissed her forehead. "Have fun at your meeting baby," he told her, winking.
"Get out of here," she told him teasingly. He laughed and walked away, putting his hands in his pockets. She stepped out a little bit, crossing her arms under her breasts as she watched him walk. She saw Chris walk past several female employees, but he just kept walking and didn't turn his head to look at anyone. Finally, he disappeared into his own dressing room at the end of the hall.
Stephanie smirked and went back into her dressing room.
All was fair in love and war, and it was time for Chris to even the playing field.
After all, he was Chris Jericho, and Chris Jericho wasn't made to look like a fool often. He never forgot when someone got the better of him, storing it away in his brain for future retribution. He had an excellent memory, and as such, he had not forgotten how Stephanie had embarrassed him at the last meeting Vince had held.
He smiled to himself as he walked down the hallway. Oh yes, payback was going to be delicious indeed. He adjusted his sharp suit that he was wearing, rubbing it down as he came to a stop. He touched his hair, making sure he looked good, before entering the conference room.
Some people in the darkened room turned to look at him, but most didn't. Stephanie was standing at the front with her laptop open on the table in front of her. He noted with delight that she had noticed him. He smiled and gave her a small wave, before leaning against the door and staying in the back.
Chris blatantly checked her out while she continued her presentation as if he hadn't entered. She was the epitome of professionalism, dressed in a smart business suit herself, tailored to fit her wonderful curves. Her hair was down and curled just how he liked it. He licked his lips, imagining himself pulling her hair as they fucked each other senseless back at their hotel room…
Stephanie gave Chris a subtle but suspicious look. What the hell was he doing? Sure, wrestlers were always invited to attend the weekly briefings she and her father held, but no one ever did. He was up to something, but what? She shot him another look before turning her pointer towards the lowered screen at the front of the room.
"As you can see here, we've taken a hit in merchandise sales over the last several weeks," she said, highlighting a table in her PowerPoint presentation. "The net effect has been relatively stable though," she stated confidently, before turning back to her audience, "since our new line of action figures…"
Her voice died off as she caught sight of Chris. She gazed at him for a few seconds, before looking away, flustered.
"Um," she stammered, raising one hand to her forehead, her train of thought completely lost.
"The action figures," Shane prompted, trying to nudge his sister along.
Chris leaned his head back against the door, smirking as Stephanie shot another glance at him. Her eyes dropped briefly to his crotch, where he was massaging himself through his pants, safe from anyone's view. His smirk grew.
If she wanted him to get aroused so much, he might as well do her a favor and do it himself. He snickered, envisioning what he wanted to do to her as he continued to blatantly rub himself.
"Right, the action figures," Stephanie said, flustered and distracted. What the fuck was he doing? There were possible investors sitting there in the room, people who could bring large amounts of money to their business. And there Chris was, in the back, feeling up on himself and getting aroused. If they saw him, they would be absolutely appalled. Did he have no fucking class?
Not only that, but watching him touch himself like that was starting to turn her on… which only made her more flustered.
That fucking idiot, she fumed silently, before turning back to her presentation.
"Um," she stammered, before forcing a laugh, "I'm sorry, everyone, I just lost my train of thought."
That's right, Chris thought silently to himself, openly jerking himself through his pants. I fight fire with fire, baby…
"So with the holiday season almost upon us, we are seeing the sales of our action figures skyrocket," Stephanie said, resuming her talk. She forced herself to ignore him in the back and focus on her job. "We are seeing a loss in general merchandise sales though, especially with the clothes, but we do anticipate business to pick up soon…"
She walked the couple steps up to her laptop, and pressed a button to move on to the next screen. She couldn't help but glance up briefly, and she acknowledged her audience before her eyes settled on Chris. His eyes were closed, and even from where she was, she could see how aroused he was.
She forced her eyes away from him, but couldn't force the heat from flooding into her. The man was fearless, absolutely bold… she was so turned on by him right then. His attitude was so addicting and the look on his face… and the growing bulge in his pants…
Stephanie released a shaky breath, hating that he had sprung this on her. She hated even more that she hadn't been prepared.
She smiled inwardly as she continued her presentation.
Damn, he was good.
Ten minutes later, she stepped around the table as Shane walked to the front to do his part of the presentation. She gave a few people nods, and shot her father a smile. Everyone kept facing the front as Shane set up for his talk. Stephanie walked as calmly as she could straight to Chris, who was eyeing her hungrily.
She pulled him aside just enough to open the door, and then immediately pulled him out of the room before anyone could see his crotch. Once they were in the hallway, Stephanie looked around quickly. No one was looking at them right then.
She grabbed Chris's hand and hauled him into the nearest janitor's closet. She closed the door behind them.
"What the fuck was that?" she growled, furious as she turned to glare at him.
"Payback," he stated simply as he smirked. Now that they were in private quarters, he stuck his hand inside his pants to really jerk himself.
Stephanie slapped him across the face, hard, whipping his head to the side. He turned to look back at her, his eyes dark with lust. He reached out and grabbed a fistful of her hair, roughly pulling her head back. She gasped at this as he sought out her neck, ravishing her. She reached down and removed his other hand from his pants, replacing it with her own and resuming his stroking for him.
"Well then, consider us even," she breathed against his lips as he moaned. "Don't stop this time…" she said, tightening her grip on him.
He didn't plan to. His lips captured hers in a kiss, roughly, in charge and in control.
Just how she liked it.
