Forever
Summary: After the GM of Smackdown and RAW kiss on the Halloween edition of Smackdown, will things change between the two GM's?
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that is even close to being in the WWE, this story is based on storyline purposes only.
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Stephanie sat her desk and looked around the room for a brief moment, then she realized what had just happened, Eric Bischoff just kissed me. She thought out loud. "Oh my god" she gasped. She stood up then left her office, Eric was long gone, she had to wonder why he kissed her though. But then again, how many times has Chris Jericho kissed her just to make her hurl? 8, 10 times? But that was different, she didn't kiss back. She either would get revenge on him or would slap him afterwords, but after Eric kissed her, she had kissed him back. What the hell was I thinking? she looked down the hallway and saw Kurt Angle, he approached her as he held his head in pain, which had been wrapped up in bandages from being hit over the head with the glass bottle. "Steph, I heard that Vince was here, is he still in your office? I need to talk to him about the tag team titles because obviously you can't help me out.. and.." Stephanie just gave him a blank look as if he was speaking a different language.
"Umm, I'm sorry Kurt, what did you say?" she snapped out of her own thoughts and then looked at Kurt with confused eyes. "Steph, I SAID.." then he saw the concern in her eyes, "are you alright Steph? You seem really...." he got closer to her, she backed up quickly. "I'm fine Kurt, I'm just.. I have to go now" she said quickly then left. She grabbed her coat then went back to the hotel. Once she arrived she put her stuff down, then went down to the bar to get a drink.
Once she sat down and ordered her drink she turned to the right and saw Eric Bischoff. He was sitting about 8 seats down from her, obviously having the same idea, wanting to get drunk off his ass from what happened earlier. Stephanie tried to hide her face, she had changed out of her costume and was now in a black skirt, high heels, and a black tank top, hopefully he won't see me. She thought to herself. Eric looked across from him and saw her, Stephanie McMahon. He put his drink down, and was nowhere near drunk since he only had 2 drinks, he decided it was only right to approach her. He knew she was trying to hide from him, but it wasn't going to work, there aren't a lot of attractive brunettes in this world who even come close to Stephanie McMahon. He took a seat next to her and she kept turning the opposite direction, so she could avoid eye contact with him. It was just too weird to see him right now. "Steph" he spoke up, trying to get his attention. Then she gulped down her drink then stood up and tried to leave, he grabbed her arm and pulled her back down onto the seat, "We need to talk." he said, trying to sound as serious as he could possibly be. She looked at him with confusion and discontent then forced herself to stay, "Alright Eric, you have 3 minutes" she almost smirked in her old fashion. He smiled then nodded a bit, knowing he deserved that, "I got it. Nice one. 3 minutes. But that's not what I'm here to talk about. Stephanie, after tonight, from what happened. Well, I don't really need to explain myself to you, but if I don't then things will just be weird, and I don't want to give you the impression that-" "you like me?" she cut him off. God damnit Eric just admit it and get it over with, that way we could both move on with our lives.
He smiled then got closer to her, he placed his hand over hers then spoke, "I do like you Stephanie, I have for the longest time but I can't let that interfere with competition. Because you know what they say, you keep your friends close and your enemys even closer, and tonight, we became really.. close. And if you give me the chance, I think we could get even closer...." Eric smiled in a cheesy way as Stephanie's eyes widened, she pulled her hand away from his and thought to herself. This was going to be one long night.