Chapter 3

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Dallas quickly scurried away from that locker room and into a female washroom. She leaned onto the counter and looked at her reflection in the mirror. "You weak fool." She said to herself. "You thought you'd be brave and stand up to Raven and look where it got you." She now understood why nobody wanted to go near the man, he was insane. She sighed and felt her pocket for her wedding ring. "Oh, fuck." She swore when she realised that it wasn't there. The worst scenario and probably the one that had most likely happened hit her mind, it had fallen out of her pocket during her confrontation with Raven and was probably still in his locker room. She considered leaving it there, but she needed it or answer to Mark when she got home. She shuddered a little at the mere thought of that, she was more scared of Mark's wraith then of facing Raven again. Dallas sighed and left the wash room, bound once more for the locker room of Raven. She got there and knocked on the door this time. No answer from inside. She opened it and walked inside, he was nowhere to be found. 'Raven must have left to see Jason.' She thought. Her eyes did a sweep of the floor and rested on a shiny golden band laying in the far corner of the room. She walked over and picked it up, slipping it back on her finger.

"have you ever noticed that some people just refuse to learn?" Dallas turned to see Raven, he had just entered the room. "What do you want now? Did you make another wrong turn?" He asked, mocking her.

"I was just leaving." She answered and made a beeline for the door.

Raven stepped into her path and she tried to go around him but he pushed her back.

"If you'll let me by, I'll be on my way." Dallas stated.

"I'll let you pass when you inform me of what you were doing." Raven responded.

Dallas sighed. "Do you have to be so pig headed?" She asked. "If you weren't so damn curious, I'd be gone and out of your freakish hair right now."

Raven narrowed his eyes at her, much like he had done earlier when she had pissed him off.

"Ok." Dallas said, noticing this. She held up her hand. "I was getting my ring, I had dropped it earlier, happy now?"

Raven remained silent and motionless.

Dallas snapped her fingers. "Oh, that's right, you're the depraved degenerate who's never happy."

"Does your mouth always get you in trouble, or am I just receiving special treatment?" Raven asked.

Dallas laughed nervously. "My mouth isn't connected to my brain sometimes."

"Apparently." He agreed and walked towards her, circling her, looking her up and down.

"Um, what are you doing?" Dallas asked as his circle led him behind her, she didn't like being in the same room as the man, let alone have him out of her eyesight.

He reappeared on the other side of her, obviously pleased with his observations of her. He closed the distance between them and placed one hand on her waist, guiding her backwards to the table that had previously housed his personal items.

"Again, what are you doing?" Dallas asked uncomfortably and her body tensed up as he leaned forward.

"Relax." He whispered in her ear and licked from the top of it to the bottom.

Dallas swallowed hard. "I'm married." She used as an excuse.

"I don't care." Raven responded, moving his head back and looking her in the eyes.

"I do though." Dallas stated.

"Do you?" He asked and ducked his head down to her chest and left a trail of wet kisses from her cleavage, up her throat and to her lips, where he passionately kissed her. He flicked his tongue out and licked her lips, getting her to separate them, giving him the opening he needed to get his tongue into her mouth, he moved it around, exploring the contours of her mouth. She responded by letting out a low moan, it had been quite awhile since any guy had done this to her, with her husband it was just, wam bam, thank you ma'am, the art of seduction was lost on him. Her hands, which had been gripping the edge of the table found their way to his neck as her arms encircled it. His hands gripped her waist and lifted her up onto the table. Dallas leaned back, making Raven climb onto it, on top of her. She leaned back until she was completely horizontal and Raven was on top of her with his weight resting on his knees. His lips left hers and started to softly caress her neck and throat, his hands had made their way up her shirt and had found their destination as Dallas moaned his name and ran her hands down his bare chest and stomach and wrapped her legs around his waist.

Raven was about to remove her shirt when his locker room door opens and Howard Finkel walks into the room before noticing the two, who had not yet noticed him. Howard saw Raven on top of Dallas, kissing her neck, with his hands rather busy and Dallas lying on a table with her legs wrapped tightly around Raven's waits, moaning in lust.

"Oops." Howard muttered and they looked up.

Dallas turned red, slid out from under Raven and quickly retreated out of the locker room.

Raven sighed and walked over to Finkel. "What do you want?" He asked.

Finkel's mouth hung open for a couple of seconds. "You and Dallas were just about to get it on."

Raven narrowed his eyes at him. "Leave me alone." He pushed Finkel out of his locker room and shut the door.