sorry this took awhile, my fics fight with each other over who gets the attention, sadly this one has been loosing. BUT i got inspired for it today and wrote this chapter. there are between 2 and 4 chapters left, im not sure. it was supposed to be 2 but i got a new idea to throw today so im not sure if its going to make it any longer, we'll just have to wait and see, thanks for teh lovely reviews please keep them coming :)

The pleasure he was feeling as she moved with him was overwhelming, Chris groaned and closed his eyes as she squeezed his body with her knees. But when the Winnipeg native opened his eyes Trish was no longer laying there beneath him, instead he was met with the face of Stephanie.

Startled by the image of her in his bed Chris stumbled back, falling off the edge of the mattress.

"Chris what's wrong?" She asked, looking down to the floor at him.

He shook his head a couple of times and closed his eyes again. This time when he opened them the billion dollar princess was gone and Trish was staring back at him in a mixture of fear and bewilderment. "Are you ok?" The blonde questioned.

Chris stood up and ran his hand across the back of his neck trying to hide his embarrassment. "Um, I'm fine, just suddenly not feeling so good."

"Oh," She stammered, unsure of what else fit the moment. One second he was making love to her and the next second he was flying back off the bed.

"I'm sorry Trish, I don't know what's wrong...but I think maybe we should finish this another time." Chris told her, he was too freaked out and confused to just act like nothing was wrong and keep going.

She tried to hide the hurt she was feeling as she stood up and gathered her clothes. "Ok, if that's what you feel is best."

He sighed, he knew that this wasn't making sense to her, but he couldn't exactly be honest. Chris wanted to spare her hurt, not dump it on her. Grabbing his pants he pulled them on, "I really hate to do this, I mean you came home early and everything."

Trish did her best to smile, "its ok," She whispered, walking over to hug him lightly, "You can't help that you're not feeling well, If you need me to bring you anything let me know."

Nodding at her he proceeded to softly kiss the top of her head before she turned from the awkward embrace to leave. Chris hated that everything had to be so god damn complicated in his life; couldn't he just have sex with a gorgeous girl who was ready and willing before him? It didn't make sense why couldn't he be a normal guy, why did he have to see his ex's face....hell she was never even really his girlfriend. But whatever she was to him, she sure as shit wasn't history...no matter how hard he fought to get her out of his life.

Once she was safely out of the room and in the hallway Trish released the breath she had been holding in. Never in her life had she felt so rejected and humiliated, what had she done wrong? The blonde was sure that he wasn't sick, who goes from making love one second to ill the next? The only thing that made any sense was that he just didn't want to sleep with her, but why? Trish felt safe enough to say that she was attractive, and that he was indeed attracted to her. Her heart had told her that tonight was the next logical step, but for unknown reasons it was obvious that Chris didn't agree.

Her palm found her eyes to rub away the silent tears that were falling down her face before she started her journey down the corridor.

"Hey,"

Trish looked up to meet the eyes of Jay Reso, "Hey," She said sombrely, not really wanting to talk to anyone.

"What's wrong?" He asked, his cheerful tone changing, "You look like you've been crying."

She sighed at his comment, "I don't really want to talk about it."

He moved a little closer, "Did Chris break up with you?"

The blonde shook her head, "No," Why did she have to run into him, she said she didn't want to talk about it but knowing Jay he would push things.

"Did he say something about Ste..." Jay said, before cutting himself off at the look on Trish's face, obviously Stephanie wasn't brought up either.

Trish folded her arms over her chest and looked at him inquisitively, "Say anything about what?"

"Um, nothing." Jay lied, "So if he didn't break up with you then I'm really at a lose for what else could have happened. So enlighten me Trish, what's going on here?" He asked, turning the topic of conversation quickly away from his little slip up.

Her shoulders seem to fall, "It's personal."

Being Jay he decided that making light of the situation was probably the best option, "Don't tell me Chris couldn't perform in the bedroom, I mean I knew he was dull in concert, and it even shows in the ring. But in the sack I thought maybe being a fellow Canadian he had a chance, so what was it, like three minutes...four?"

She rolled her eyes, she really wasn't in the mood for this, "I never got to find out."

"Now I'm confused."

Trish ran a hand back through her long hair, "Since you're apparently not going to let this go I'll be straight foreword with you... There we were in bed, all hot and heavy when he jumps back and tells me he feels sick and doesn't want to."

"Wait a damn minute, he actually turned you down?"

The former champ shot him a look, "Listen it hurts enough without you laughing at me."

"I wasn't going to laugh at you Trish; I was going to ask what the fuck his problem is. I mean if I didn't know better I'd swear he was gay, who could resist you?"

She did her best to smile at the compliment.

Jay was still rambling, "I mean, your beautiful, god just the thought of you all naked and eager makes me need some alone time."

Trish laughed.

His face flushed with embarrassment, "Did I just say that last part aloud?" She nodded, "Whoops sorry."

The blonde woman was still giggling when he moved even closer to her, laying a hand on her forearm, "But I meant it." He whispered.

She stared at him with a look that appeared to be a combination of both creeped out and flattered by his words. He flashed her a smile, "The beautiful part I mean." Once again she was smiling.

The next thing Trish knew Jay was leaning in, his lips inching towards hers, "Wo Jay what are you doing?" She asked stopping him before he actually kissed her, "I'm with Chris, remember, your best friend?"

He pulled away, "Yeah I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me."