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Chapter Fourteen
Turning Point

The dining hall was crowded and noisy, but then again it was always like this. The dining hall is where most of the wrestlers and the divas hung out when they were finished with their night's work. The caterers use to always be the same people, but they never changed their menu so when the wrestlers and the divas(of course) started to complain, Vince began to change things up. Now I believe there is someone specifically hired that is only in charge of the catering duties. Whatever the hell catering duties involved someone took care of it. Now instead of the same people every night, there was always new faces and new food. The faces I didn't give a shit about, but the food was good. As I requested there wasn't any more mushrooms on the menu.

Even though the dining hall was noisy, I still heard the round of cheers echo through it. I looked up in time to see none other than John Cena, Randy Orton, Alberto Del Rio, and Rey Mysterio enter the dining room. Our own celebrity panel was back from Beijing. I felt a wave of some emotion I couldn't name or explain washed over me. I knew it had something to do with one brown hair, brandy eyed little kitten that I wanted to see, but I chose to ignore it. Paying attention to those feelings or even following up on them was a dead end street. It wasn't going to happen.

After watching the wrestlers pour into the dining hall, I returned my focus to the food on my plate. More emotions that I didn't want flooded my senses when I realized Ashley wasn't with them. Disappointment, annoyance, and anger at not seeing Ashley walk into the hall was just the first three. Hatred at my fellow wrestlers for being able to see her the last week was another. Lust and the need to see her were right up there too. The emotion that I hated having the most was the happiness, the pleasure I was feeling now that I knew she was back in the same city as I was. All these emotions that were swirling inside me were causing a tornado from hell on my senses.

My brain was reaching a conclusion that I didn't even want to comprehend, but maybe my common sense had a good and valid point. I had gotten a whole weekend with her. Three days and three nights of her completely naked and satisfying my every need should be enough for any man. I had her in more ways than I could remember and I got to fulfill several of my fantasies with her. Logic was telling me to end it and I thought logic was dead on. The next time I saw her, I would definitely tell her that it was over.

"Hey man."

I looked up in time to see Randy Orton taking the seat next to me. To acknowledge his presence, I gave a slight nod. He grinned in an utter cockiness that I hated.

"You looking a little pissed so I'll just give you this and walk away." He replied as he tossed a small brown box my way. "Ashley wanted to give you this herself before you went on, but Vince has her in a conference call with the WWE magazine. She got some of these greatest shots I have ever seen. Totally cool."

I nodded and took the box. "When did you guys get in?" I asked.

"We got in early this morning. A little after sunrise I believe. We all crashed. Beijing wore us all out."

I nodded again and shook the box. "Thanks for bringing this to me."

"No problem." He replied before getting up to walk away.

Now I was pissed even more so. She had been here since this morning, but she couldn't or wouldn't – I didn't know which – take the time to call me to let me know that she was back in town. She was just like any other woman out there. She figured because she was letting me fuck her that she was entitled to keep me dangling on a leash. Well she was dead wrong. Whatever the hell was going on between the two of us was definitely fucking over.

I finished my plate and looked at the box. I didn't want to open it, but my curiosity won and I got my pocket knife out of the pocket of my jeans. After cutting away the tape, I pushed back the flaps of the box and reached inside. I pulled out a t-shirt in my size and my color; black. I unfolded it until I got the front completely revealed. At first glance it looked to be nothing but a bunch of colors and designs splashed all over it.

But as I looked closer the splashes of color and weird designs became more intricate and much more than I ever thought possible. I saw several of my more complicated tattoos and every detail was there in vivid color. Then my favorite motorcycle popped out at me and the Undertaker insignia too. Then as clear as day the words, Dead Man, The Phenom, the Undertaker, and American Bad Ass showed themselves. This simple black t-shirt was a symbol of everything I was in my career and so much more. I didn't know how she did it and I didn't want to know. As more emotions welled up in my chest, I fought them back. I didn't want them and although I sincerely loved the t-shirt, it was most certainly time to end my relationship with Ashley.

After The Show—

I entered my locker room and came face to face with the one person that was causing all the inner turmoil that I had been feeling and immediately any thoughts of ending our arrangement left my mind. My mouth thinned out in immediate irritation and my eyes narrowed in anger. She was dressed in WWE gear in basic black jeans and a black WWE t-shirt. Her hair pulled back in a ponytail and her face was scrubbed clean of make-up. Goddamn it, she was fucking beautiful and my cock went hard instantly. I slammed the door to my locker room and the smile on her beautiful face disappeared.

"What's wrong?" She asked her voice small.

I didn't answer. I just took a step forward, but she didn't back away from me. I was still dressed in full Undertaker gear so I was surprised that she wasn't scared shitless. I slung my coat in the direction of the couch and took another step forward. She almost took a step back but stopped herself in time.

"Taker?" Her voice shook that time.

I took one more step and it brought our bodies together. I suddenly wanted her and while part of me was fighting that desire, the other part of me simply said fuck it. Catching her under the arms, I lifted her and sat her on the table. The piles of towels, clothes, and other articles slid out from underneath her and she reached out to grab my biceps for balance. My muscles flexed beneath her hands and while she's distracted by the feel of my thick arms, I bend and captured her mouth.

My kiss was hard, my tongue invading and demanding. I didn't ask for her cooperation, I just took it and she yielded to it. Her body accepted mine, her lips parting at the pressure of my own. I pushed her legs apart and moved between them. She whimpered and melted into me. Groaning at her soft surrender, I thrust my tongue into her mouth, withdrew, and thrust again. I nipped at her lips and then soothed the small pain with a lick of my tongue. She clutched the back of my head, trying to pull me back into the kiss, but I chuckled against her and resisted her efforts with a tug of my teeth on her full bottom lip.

"Don't tease me, Taker." She whimpered, fisting her hands against my skull.

I froze and my eyes blazed, hot and bright green. My mouth took hers again, fierce and rough, almost hurting but Ashley didn't seem to care. With a choked gasp, she opened her mouth to mine. I plundered her mouth with my tongue, nipping here and licking there. She whimpered and held on for the ride of unbridled passion.

The room spun around me as I pressed her back against the table. My earlier teasing gone, I yanked her pants down her legs. They caught on her tennis shoes, but I pulled the fabric free and flung them over my shoulder. My hands returned immediately to pull her panties off, tearing them in two to get them out of my damn way. Our mouths clashed together, teeth and tongues and lips meshing frantically. I yanked off my gear, almost tearing them in the process, to free my straining erection, the tip leaking with need for the wild cat in front of me.

I yanked myself away and stalked to my gym bag. Watching Ashley, I dug around until I pulled out a condom. Her eyes widened and she smiled.

"You're a regular little boy scout, huh? Always prepared." She teased, her brandy colored eyes sparking with mischief.

My eyes darkened. "An unwanted baby is the last fucking thing I need right now." I hissed as I opened the wrapper and sheathed my cock in the latex-free rubber.

She flinched from my harsh words, but I didn't give her time to react to it. I took her mouth in another bruising kiss as I wrapped my hand around the back of her neck to hold her to me. With my other hand, I pulled her to the edge of the table, gripped her hip in a hard grasp, I bent my knees and thrust into her. My thick, hard cock parted her tight, hot passage and a deep moan vibrated throughout my chest. Fucking hell, she was so fucking wet.

"Oh God Kitten, you're so wet, baby." I moaned, taking her mouth once more as I pulled out and thrust back in again. Her answer was to whimper against my mouth and arch her back.

My fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips and I slammed into her, wild thrusts hard enough to shake the table. Ashley climaxed instantly, wave after wave of ecstasy breaking over her as I sped up my thrusts. Her whimpers and moans were getting louder as the sweet muscles of her pussy squeezed and milked my cock as I exploded. I kept up the thrusts until I could barely move and my knees buckled.

As I got my balance and straightened, Ashley giggled. I pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes. "What?" I growled.

She shook her head. "That was just… um … Wow!"

I gave her a half grin and nuzzled her neck, kissing and licking the sweet flesh. I was still hard and I stayed buried inside the tight clasp of her warmth.

"I'm guessing you missed this while you were in Beijing?" I asked, thrusting against her to make sure she knew what I meant. Her phone rang but both of us ignored it.

She blushed and ducked her head. "I missed you." She said quietly and against my shoulder.

My chest squeezed tight with that unwanted emotion once more. I hated it and I lashed out the only way I knew how.

"You didn't keep Orton's or Cena's beds warm while in Beijing?" I asked with hostility.

Her little body tensed and she pushed against me. I held her tight to me although her struggling made it difficult. "Let go of me, you mean hateful jacknut." Her voice was hard, but I could hear the hurt laced in the words and I felt like a prick.

"Kitten, settle down." I ordered as I wrapped an arm around her waist and anchored her to me. Her struggling picked up as her legs joined the fight. "Ashley, stop it right now." I demanded.

"No! Get off of me. Now!" She demanded, pushing at my chest.

With some exertion, I seized both of her wrists and pinned them behind her back with just one of my hands. That only fueled her more as she went to bucking against me for all she was worth. "Taker, let me go, now." She yelled it this time but I refused to listen.

"Listen to me, Ashley. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I was wrong."

Her fighting stopped immediately and she looked me in the eyes. "How could you ask that? How could ask that when you're still inside me?" She took a deep breath. "I can still feel how hard you are and you ask me that."

I shook my head. "I was wrong, Kitten. It was a stupid question and I shouldn't have said it."

She blinked those pretty lashes. "Then why did you?" She asked as her phone jingled signaling she had a voicemail message.

I sighed. "I was pissed at you and the fact that I hadn't seen you until now. You got back in early this morning, but I'm only seeing you now." I told her, giving her only half the truth. I couldn't give her the real reason; I would never get rid of her.

She shook her head. "Then you were angry for no reason. Vince called me on the plane and told me to come straight to the arena. I sent him a few shots via email and he wanted me to do a conference call with the WWE magazine. They want to a do a fifteen page spread on the ALS charity in Beijing. I've spent most of my day sorting through pictures and talking with the editor of the magazine. I got to leave around ten minutes ago. I haven't even gotten a chance to sleep or eat."

I felt like an ass. I let go of her wrists and pulled her into my arms. "I'm sorry. I was an ass. My only excuse is I was blinded by lust and my need for you."

"That's no excuse, Taker. I can't believe you would honestly think that I would sleep with anybody right after leaving your bed." She took a deep breath. "I only want you." She added with a whisper.

I groaned and bucked my hips, causing her to whimper. "Fuck, I want you too." My voice was husky.

She arched her hips, causing me to sink deeper into her heat and I groaned. "Let's take this to the shower."

She slowly nodded and I grinned. Crisis prevented although barely. I pulled out of her and she whimpered , but this one was one of pain not enjoyment.

"Damn it, I'm sorry. You're sore, I should have known." I replied as I shed my clothes.

She shook her head as I helped her off the table. "It's okay."

"You too sore for the some shower sex?" I whispered in her ear.

She shivered and I grinned. Oh yes she definitely wanted me. She shook her head. "Let me just check my voicemail first."

I nodded as I disposed of the condom, kissed her forehead, and walked into the bathroom. Maybe I didn't like the feelings that I was having, but I was an adult male and I could control myself. I could just work her out of my system and walk away without a problem when the time came. It would be easy.

As I turned the water on, I felt the tension in the locker room go up several notches before the fear overtook it. Stalking naked back into the locker room, the first thing I noticed was that Ashley was on the phone. Without thinking about it, I grabbed the phone from her hands and put it to my ear. It was the end of the message so I pressed the correct button so I could hear the message again, all the while fighting Ashley off.

I listened to the message, my blood slowly rising to a rough boiling. I turned my full gaze on Ashley who shrank back in fear. Which only pissed me off more. I pressed the button again and listened to the message for the second time.

"I can hear you, you dirty little cunt. You're a slut! A whore! You're fucking men who only seen you as a convenience. You're very lucky that I'm a forgiving man. I will have to punish you, but I'll forgive you in the end. Soon, Ashley. Very soon and you'll be all mine."

I snapped the phone shut and looked at Ashley. "How long?" I demanded.

She took a deep breath and shook her head. "That's – uh – I don't know."

I took a step closer to her. "Don't lie to me, Little Girl. How long?"

"Since the autograph signing." She finally replied.

My fists clenched and my teeth were grinding into saw dust. "That's been weeks, Ashley. You've been hiding this from me for weeks. What the hell are you thinking?"

She jumped at my booming voice. "It's none of your business, Taker. This is my life."

I pulled her to me and gripped her chin. "Everything you do is my damn business because while I'm warming your bed, you are mine."

She pushed against me until I let her go. "Then I guess we're through because my life is my own business and I don't need to tell you everything." She made a move towards the door and I caught her arm before she got there.

"Ashley, you're in danger. This guy is off his rocker and he wants you. He could hear us having sex, Kitten. He was nearby—" I let go of Ashley's arm and wrench open the locker room door. Looking around I saw no one. In fact the arena was empty and almost eerily quiet. I shut the door and turned to face Ashley. "He was close enough to hear us having sex." I said softly as I pulled her gently into my arms. "Baby, you have a serious threat against you."

She laid her head on my chest and nodded. "I know."

Taking a deep breath, I wrapped myself around her. "How come you didn't say something to someone?" I asked.

She shrugged. "No one believed me anyway. I didn't think a few phone calls would really matter."

I shook my head. "Threatening phone calls are completely different, Baby. Oh fucking hell, they're so damn different."

She nodded. "I know. I just – I don't know anymore, but I didn't mean it."

"Didn't mean what, Darlin'?" I asked.

"About us…"

She trailed off and I nodded. "I know you didn't. We're definitely not over." I told her because I was no where near through with her yet.

She snuggled more against me and I squeezed her to me. She was shaking and crying. I hated when women cried but she definitely deserve to shed some tears. I didn't know what the hell I was going to do. I knew in the morning, we were going to have to contact the police and I was going to have to go to Vince as well. He needed to know so he could hire bodyguards to protect our newest photographer. Ashley wouldn't like it, but she would get over it. I suddenly found myself in way deeper than I originally thought and for the first time I wasn't sure I wanted to let go.