Stacy Keibler studied the man sleeping in the seat on the plane beside her.
His face looked so...unguarded. Peaceful. Not at all what he looked like
awake. She sighed blissfully and cautiously snuggled her head closer to his
shoulder.
When Hunter had returned to the restaurant four hours earlier tonight she had been shocked, to say the least. After the way he had acted, she hadn't expected for him to have the gall to show his face around her for at least a week. So when he'd shoved open the glass doors of the restaurant and strode back to their table, she'd been bewildered. Then the arrogant jerk had actually said he had a taxi waiting outside and he'd like for her to come along with him. She'd contemplated saying no, God knew he deserved it, but she wanted to go, wanted it with everything inside her, and she realized he might never give her a chance like this one again. So she had just smiled coquettishly, held out her hand to him and said okay. Then in the taxi, Hunter had surprised her even more by not heading back to the hotel. Instead he had told her they were going to the airport and that he needed a favor from her. She'd been livid when she'd learned they weren't going back to the hotel, but that fury quickly turned to silent delight when he told her exactly what he wanted her to do. She hadn't shown her true feelings, her true level of joy at his plan, otherwise he might have changed his mind. Instead she'd only nodded sympathetically and said calmly: "Well, Hunter...if that's what you truly want...of course I will help you. I'd do anything for you." Inside however, her brain was turning a thousand wheels and levers at the thought of what all of this could mean. If she did this right, if she played this in exactly the right way, she could get it all--an elevated standing in the WWF as Triple H's partner, that bitch Stephanie's ultimate and utter humiliation and destruction, and of course, the man, Hunter Hearst-Helmsley himself. Opportunities like this, why, they only came along once in a lifetime and Stacy was the queen of turning opportunities into actual triumphs. If this plan of Hunter's went through how she'd envisioned it, with a few minor modifications to be made by her, she'd not only get Hunter's gratitude, but she'd also get to stick it to Stephanie in the process. Stephanie was still considered to be "Alpha Female" in the Federation, and even though she was gone, she knew many of the wrestlers expected her to worm her way back in somehow, and so none of them were quite willing to burn any bridges with her quite yet. She was a McMahon after all, and Triple H's wife, and one devious woman in her own right. So it had been difficult to make any serious inroads with anyone in the Company. However, if Stephanie were completely gone, with no chance of her ever showing her face again, loyalties would shift. Shift toward her, if she manipulated the circumstances right. And she would. She would play this like a master pianist, she would hit all the right notes, and she'd get it all.
So here Stacy was, on a plane with the man of her dreams, flying to New Orleans where Stephanie was holed up. Long live the Keibler-Helmsley Empire, she thought dreamily.
"Oh, God, I can't breathe anymore!" Stephanie laughed wildly as she said that to the saleswoman and collapsed in a chair.
"Wow, I didn't realize it was this late." she commented, looking at her watch.
"Time truly flies when you're having fun." Claudia--the saleswoman-- commented.
"Yeah, and it doesn't go by have as fast when you want the Earth to just swallow you whole." Stephanie observed, only half-joking. "But anyway, I think fifteen hundred dollars is my limit for fun today."
"Wonderful. I'll go wrap all of these up for you then." Claudia said, lifting everything into her arms and moving into the back of the boutique.
"Thanks." Stephanie acknowledged, her eyes shut tiredly. When she'd left Dr. Lucas' office hours before she'd decided to go shopping for clothes. It really sucked being poor. Well, poorer than she usually was. As a McMahon, she hadn't lacked for anything. But then she'd bought ECW and that had completely depleted her savings and trust fund. So then she'd taken the paltry sum she'd had left and decided to try the stock market. She did it quietly, she hadn't even told Hunter...he would have laughed at her, the daughter of one of the richest men in the world, playing the stock market. So she'd read up on companies on her own, just went with her intuition on a lot of her choices, and much to her surprise, she'd been doing pretty well. Not McMahon status, no galaxies far from that, but well enough to blow fifteen hundred dollars on clothes that wouldn't fit her for much longer. She wanted to look like the Billion-Dollar Princess again. She missed it. Stephanie had always been a big believer in how you look is how you feel, and she needed all the advantages she could possibly have when she saw Hunter again.
"Ma'am? Would you like us to load this in your car for you?" Claudia had reappeared.
"Oh, that would be great. Thank you." Stephanie pushed herself off the chair and opened the car for the clerks to load her packages in. "Thank you all so much for your help." Stephanie said, driving off. She arrived back at the hotel in only ten minutes and waved for a busboy to bring her packages up to the hotel. She spun around wildly when she heard a laugh-- Hunter's laugh. Her eyes roamed the courtyard in front of the hotel anxiously. But she didn't see him. He wasn't there, it had been her imagination. She had just wanted to see him so badly that her mind just conjured up that she'd heard him laughing. He had such a distinctive laugh though, she didn't know anyone else who had one quite like it, and she didn't know why she'd thought of it now when she was going to see him in only a day...Stephanie shook off what had to be deja vu and walked to the entrance in the hotel.
"Hello, Mrs. Helmsley! I do believe these are for you." The conceirge smiled, holding out an absolutely huge bouquet of red, blood red roses.
"Oh, they're gorgeous...who are they from?" She murmured pulling out the card. It read--
For S--
The most beautiful woman in the world.
Meet me in Room 838.
H.
The key was even enclosed.All the color had drained from Stephanie's face and her hands trembled. She ran for the elevator, pushing the button that would get her on the floor of 838. She hadn't imagined it! Hunter was there, he was really there! And he'd come to see her, he'd come for her, and he didn't even know she was pregnant! She'd been a little disappointed by the fact that he hadn't even called her during these two months apart, and that she'd have to tell him she was having his baby in order to get him back, but now she didn't even have to! He had come to her! This gesture of his meant more than words could possibly say.
Exiting the elevator, she made her way down the hall, still clutching the flowers to her chest. She went to Room 838 and almost knocked, but then she laughed at herself. Knocking at her husband's door. She fit the key to the lock and put a huge smile on her face, preparing to greet him.
She swung the door open wide and then the entire bottom of Stephanie's world was pulled out from underneath her. She wasn't seeing this, she wasn't seeing this, she wasn't seeing this, no, no, no, no, NO! Her brain screamed shrilly. She wanted to move but she couldn't, her feet seemed to be glued to the floor.
Stacy looked up from her position on top of Hunter on the bed and smiled, noticing Stephanie. Stacy pulled herself into a sitting position on Hunter's stomach and said "Stephanie, what the hell are you doing with my roses?" A low, choked sob was wrenched from Stephanie's throat as she managed to get out: "Your--your flowers?"
"Yeah, I left them downstairs...I didn't feel like taking them up." Stacy said sweetly, like nothing in the world was wrong, and twirling a long lock of blonde hair around her index finger.
"But--the key?" Stephanie whispered.
"Oh, I was in such a hurry to get up here, and I forgot all about it, but luckily Hunter was still in the lobby so we just came on up a few minutes ago." Stacy continued.
Cognizant thoughts didn't seem to be able to come together in Stephanie's head, much less sentences. Her jaw was moving, but nothing was coming out. Hunter was finally sitting up. He got off the bed and was pulling on a pair of jeans. His hazel eyes met Stephanie's brown steadily. Hunter didn't seem the least bit put out at being caught in the act. He just kept looking at her, studying her as a cat would watch a mouse. Stacy got up from the bed too, and all she was wearing was a small white slip. The color seemed entirely inappropriate and suddenly Stephanie found herself giggling at the thought. Both Stacy and Hunter looked at Stephanie uncertainly, probably wondering if she was cracking up or something, Stephanie thought, but that made her laugh even harder. But Stephanie sobered quickly when she saw Stacy making her way toward her. Stacy sauntered across the room and grabbed the roses from Stephanie's arms. The action stunned Stephanie who was unable to even move.
Stacy had turned her back to Stephanie and walked back over to Hunter, reading the card out loud "Most beautiful woman in the world, Hunter, you are sooooo adorable, darling! I do so love all your little presents." She cooed, snaking an arm around his neck.
"Stop this, now." Hunter whispered softly so only Stacy could hear, as he unwrapped her arms from his neck. "What, I'm just trying to show Stephanie a good time, just like you wanted." Stacy whispered back sarcastically.
Stacy turned her attention back to Stephanie and said casually "So nice of you to drop them by...now, you can get out."
Somehow something snapped inside of Stephanie McMahon Helmsley, and years of being Vince and Linda McMahon's only daughter brought every bit of poise under pressure that she possessed to the fore.
"You know, it's so funny how you ended up in the exact same hotel as me. Why, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you just set this whole thing up, to purposely hurt me." Stephanie said quietly, ominously and raised her hand to stop him as she saw Hunter was about to speak. She continued, raising her voice. "You are one sick, twisted, son of a bitch, Hunter, and the people in the arenas may call me a whore and a slut, but do you know what the difference is between that situation and this one we're in here? The difference is that people just think I'm a slut, and Stacy actually is." And when she noticed Stacy's eyes flare as she made like she was going to come over to Stephanie, Stephanie said "I would stay exactly right where you are, you pathetic whore, because that is the safest place in the world for you now. You take one step toward me, and I just might throw you out that damn window. I doubt that even you will bounce back up after that fall. No, you just shut the hell up and listen to me, both of you. You know what?" Stephanie bit her lip wryly. "You're a lot of things, Hunter, but I would never have believed you were a cheater. Part of me still somehow doesn't even believe it, despite all of this. God, that makes me really pathetic, doesn't it just?" Stephanie took a deep breath: "So what, what? You just set this up? For me to find you having an affair? My God, how much you must hate me..." Stephanie trailed off, her eyes on Hunter again.
And then her husband spoke his first words to her in two months: "You're right, Steph. This was no accident."
"Wow, I just deserve a medal for that quick deduction, now don't I you fu-- Just go on."
"Actually, I didn't know you would find out like this." Hunter said, and it took only a second for Stephanie to grasp the full meaning of his statement.
"Find out like this? Find out what, exactly? What is going on? How long has this--whatever the hell you call this--been going on?" Stephanie cried out.
Stacy chose to chime in: "I hate to break it to you, but it's been ever since Hunter found out about your little baby lie. You know, that there actually was no baby? Got to hand it to you Steph, that one is a classic. What did you think? Did you think he would just not notice that it's nine months later and hey! There's no baby?! That was beyond pathetic."
She should tell him. She should tell him about their baby and watch him dump this blonde bunny like the plague she was, Stephanie deliberated. Her mouth opened to tell him he was going to be a father, but she realized she didn't want to tell him like this. It should be one of the best moments of their lives, something to be celebrated, and remembered, but to have it remembered connected with this event, she couldn't bear it. She couldn't do it. She didn't want to use it to make Hunter drop Stacy, she wanted him to do it of his own volition. But one thing was for certain: Someday Stacy Keibler would be sorry she had ever even heard the name Stephanie McMahon- Helmsley, much less that she had screwed her husband.
The look that was emanating from Stephanie's face sent chills down Stacy's back but she shrugged it off. There was nothing Stephanie could do to her. She was out of the WWF, she had now power there any more, and now she didn't have Hunter. There was nothing the witch could do to her, Stacy thought jubilantly. And for a second she was exceedingly happy about that because if looks could kill...well, Stephanie had made it an art form.
Hunter spoke again, stepping toward Stephanie. "Look, I didn't set this up for you to see us...like this. I didn't mean for you to get the roses. But you are right about me choosing this hotel because you were in it. I decided to come here for a reason."
"And that reason is--?" Stephanie prompted.
"I came for a divorce. I want to make this separation legal, I want a clean break."
"A clean break?" Stephanie echoed dumbly.
"Yes. Please, just sign the papers. We need to be out of each other's lives. This, this has to be over. I can't keep thinking about yo--about us-- about everything. I just can't take it anymore, and I know you feel the same way--"
"I do?"
"Yeah, don't you?"
"I--I--I--Oh, God..." Stephanie whispered, forcing herself not to cry. She would not cry. She would NOT.
"So just sign the papers, and now that you're not involved in the company anymore, we don't even ever have to see each other again. Don't you see that this is the best solution?" Hunter asked, pleadingly.
"For the best. For the best? Yeah, I see that it would be for the best...so, do you have the papers?" Stephanie asked, still managing to hold it all together.
"No, to tell you the truth, I didn't expect you to agree this quickly, but I'll have them tomorrow. Can I come by your suite tomorrow?"
"Do whatever the hell you want. I don't care anymore." Stephanie said apathetically. She had to leave. She had to just get out of here. She couldn't breathe, and there were black dots just everywhere....she turned for the door and shut it behind her, completely ignoring them both.
After staring at the door for a moment, Hunter threw Stacy's dress at her, saying curtly: "Put some clothes on."
"Why? We're in a great room, we're already half undressed...why not just go all the way for real?" Stacy asked suggestively.
"Oh, God, Stacy, give it up! Go back to your room." Hunter said, sitting on the bed tiredly.
"Well, why not? Your wife thinks we're having an affair, just like you wanted. Why not make it for real?" Stacy asked, picking up Hunter's hand and placing it on her stomach, gratified to see him finally look up at her.
When Hunter had returned to the restaurant four hours earlier tonight she had been shocked, to say the least. After the way he had acted, she hadn't expected for him to have the gall to show his face around her for at least a week. So when he'd shoved open the glass doors of the restaurant and strode back to their table, she'd been bewildered. Then the arrogant jerk had actually said he had a taxi waiting outside and he'd like for her to come along with him. She'd contemplated saying no, God knew he deserved it, but she wanted to go, wanted it with everything inside her, and she realized he might never give her a chance like this one again. So she had just smiled coquettishly, held out her hand to him and said okay. Then in the taxi, Hunter had surprised her even more by not heading back to the hotel. Instead he had told her they were going to the airport and that he needed a favor from her. She'd been livid when she'd learned they weren't going back to the hotel, but that fury quickly turned to silent delight when he told her exactly what he wanted her to do. She hadn't shown her true feelings, her true level of joy at his plan, otherwise he might have changed his mind. Instead she'd only nodded sympathetically and said calmly: "Well, Hunter...if that's what you truly want...of course I will help you. I'd do anything for you." Inside however, her brain was turning a thousand wheels and levers at the thought of what all of this could mean. If she did this right, if she played this in exactly the right way, she could get it all--an elevated standing in the WWF as Triple H's partner, that bitch Stephanie's ultimate and utter humiliation and destruction, and of course, the man, Hunter Hearst-Helmsley himself. Opportunities like this, why, they only came along once in a lifetime and Stacy was the queen of turning opportunities into actual triumphs. If this plan of Hunter's went through how she'd envisioned it, with a few minor modifications to be made by her, she'd not only get Hunter's gratitude, but she'd also get to stick it to Stephanie in the process. Stephanie was still considered to be "Alpha Female" in the Federation, and even though she was gone, she knew many of the wrestlers expected her to worm her way back in somehow, and so none of them were quite willing to burn any bridges with her quite yet. She was a McMahon after all, and Triple H's wife, and one devious woman in her own right. So it had been difficult to make any serious inroads with anyone in the Company. However, if Stephanie were completely gone, with no chance of her ever showing her face again, loyalties would shift. Shift toward her, if she manipulated the circumstances right. And she would. She would play this like a master pianist, she would hit all the right notes, and she'd get it all.
So here Stacy was, on a plane with the man of her dreams, flying to New Orleans where Stephanie was holed up. Long live the Keibler-Helmsley Empire, she thought dreamily.
"Oh, God, I can't breathe anymore!" Stephanie laughed wildly as she said that to the saleswoman and collapsed in a chair.
"Wow, I didn't realize it was this late." she commented, looking at her watch.
"Time truly flies when you're having fun." Claudia--the saleswoman-- commented.
"Yeah, and it doesn't go by have as fast when you want the Earth to just swallow you whole." Stephanie observed, only half-joking. "But anyway, I think fifteen hundred dollars is my limit for fun today."
"Wonderful. I'll go wrap all of these up for you then." Claudia said, lifting everything into her arms and moving into the back of the boutique.
"Thanks." Stephanie acknowledged, her eyes shut tiredly. When she'd left Dr. Lucas' office hours before she'd decided to go shopping for clothes. It really sucked being poor. Well, poorer than she usually was. As a McMahon, she hadn't lacked for anything. But then she'd bought ECW and that had completely depleted her savings and trust fund. So then she'd taken the paltry sum she'd had left and decided to try the stock market. She did it quietly, she hadn't even told Hunter...he would have laughed at her, the daughter of one of the richest men in the world, playing the stock market. So she'd read up on companies on her own, just went with her intuition on a lot of her choices, and much to her surprise, she'd been doing pretty well. Not McMahon status, no galaxies far from that, but well enough to blow fifteen hundred dollars on clothes that wouldn't fit her for much longer. She wanted to look like the Billion-Dollar Princess again. She missed it. Stephanie had always been a big believer in how you look is how you feel, and she needed all the advantages she could possibly have when she saw Hunter again.
"Ma'am? Would you like us to load this in your car for you?" Claudia had reappeared.
"Oh, that would be great. Thank you." Stephanie pushed herself off the chair and opened the car for the clerks to load her packages in. "Thank you all so much for your help." Stephanie said, driving off. She arrived back at the hotel in only ten minutes and waved for a busboy to bring her packages up to the hotel. She spun around wildly when she heard a laugh-- Hunter's laugh. Her eyes roamed the courtyard in front of the hotel anxiously. But she didn't see him. He wasn't there, it had been her imagination. She had just wanted to see him so badly that her mind just conjured up that she'd heard him laughing. He had such a distinctive laugh though, she didn't know anyone else who had one quite like it, and she didn't know why she'd thought of it now when she was going to see him in only a day...Stephanie shook off what had to be deja vu and walked to the entrance in the hotel.
"Hello, Mrs. Helmsley! I do believe these are for you." The conceirge smiled, holding out an absolutely huge bouquet of red, blood red roses.
"Oh, they're gorgeous...who are they from?" She murmured pulling out the card. It read--
For S--
The most beautiful woman in the world.
Meet me in Room 838.
H.
The key was even enclosed.All the color had drained from Stephanie's face and her hands trembled. She ran for the elevator, pushing the button that would get her on the floor of 838. She hadn't imagined it! Hunter was there, he was really there! And he'd come to see her, he'd come for her, and he didn't even know she was pregnant! She'd been a little disappointed by the fact that he hadn't even called her during these two months apart, and that she'd have to tell him she was having his baby in order to get him back, but now she didn't even have to! He had come to her! This gesture of his meant more than words could possibly say.
Exiting the elevator, she made her way down the hall, still clutching the flowers to her chest. She went to Room 838 and almost knocked, but then she laughed at herself. Knocking at her husband's door. She fit the key to the lock and put a huge smile on her face, preparing to greet him.
She swung the door open wide and then the entire bottom of Stephanie's world was pulled out from underneath her. She wasn't seeing this, she wasn't seeing this, she wasn't seeing this, no, no, no, no, NO! Her brain screamed shrilly. She wanted to move but she couldn't, her feet seemed to be glued to the floor.
Stacy looked up from her position on top of Hunter on the bed and smiled, noticing Stephanie. Stacy pulled herself into a sitting position on Hunter's stomach and said "Stephanie, what the hell are you doing with my roses?" A low, choked sob was wrenched from Stephanie's throat as she managed to get out: "Your--your flowers?"
"Yeah, I left them downstairs...I didn't feel like taking them up." Stacy said sweetly, like nothing in the world was wrong, and twirling a long lock of blonde hair around her index finger.
"But--the key?" Stephanie whispered.
"Oh, I was in such a hurry to get up here, and I forgot all about it, but luckily Hunter was still in the lobby so we just came on up a few minutes ago." Stacy continued.
Cognizant thoughts didn't seem to be able to come together in Stephanie's head, much less sentences. Her jaw was moving, but nothing was coming out. Hunter was finally sitting up. He got off the bed and was pulling on a pair of jeans. His hazel eyes met Stephanie's brown steadily. Hunter didn't seem the least bit put out at being caught in the act. He just kept looking at her, studying her as a cat would watch a mouse. Stacy got up from the bed too, and all she was wearing was a small white slip. The color seemed entirely inappropriate and suddenly Stephanie found herself giggling at the thought. Both Stacy and Hunter looked at Stephanie uncertainly, probably wondering if she was cracking up or something, Stephanie thought, but that made her laugh even harder. But Stephanie sobered quickly when she saw Stacy making her way toward her. Stacy sauntered across the room and grabbed the roses from Stephanie's arms. The action stunned Stephanie who was unable to even move.
Stacy had turned her back to Stephanie and walked back over to Hunter, reading the card out loud "Most beautiful woman in the world, Hunter, you are sooooo adorable, darling! I do so love all your little presents." She cooed, snaking an arm around his neck.
"Stop this, now." Hunter whispered softly so only Stacy could hear, as he unwrapped her arms from his neck. "What, I'm just trying to show Stephanie a good time, just like you wanted." Stacy whispered back sarcastically.
Stacy turned her attention back to Stephanie and said casually "So nice of you to drop them by...now, you can get out."
Somehow something snapped inside of Stephanie McMahon Helmsley, and years of being Vince and Linda McMahon's only daughter brought every bit of poise under pressure that she possessed to the fore.
"You know, it's so funny how you ended up in the exact same hotel as me. Why, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you just set this whole thing up, to purposely hurt me." Stephanie said quietly, ominously and raised her hand to stop him as she saw Hunter was about to speak. She continued, raising her voice. "You are one sick, twisted, son of a bitch, Hunter, and the people in the arenas may call me a whore and a slut, but do you know what the difference is between that situation and this one we're in here? The difference is that people just think I'm a slut, and Stacy actually is." And when she noticed Stacy's eyes flare as she made like she was going to come over to Stephanie, Stephanie said "I would stay exactly right where you are, you pathetic whore, because that is the safest place in the world for you now. You take one step toward me, and I just might throw you out that damn window. I doubt that even you will bounce back up after that fall. No, you just shut the hell up and listen to me, both of you. You know what?" Stephanie bit her lip wryly. "You're a lot of things, Hunter, but I would never have believed you were a cheater. Part of me still somehow doesn't even believe it, despite all of this. God, that makes me really pathetic, doesn't it just?" Stephanie took a deep breath: "So what, what? You just set this up? For me to find you having an affair? My God, how much you must hate me..." Stephanie trailed off, her eyes on Hunter again.
And then her husband spoke his first words to her in two months: "You're right, Steph. This was no accident."
"Wow, I just deserve a medal for that quick deduction, now don't I you fu-- Just go on."
"Actually, I didn't know you would find out like this." Hunter said, and it took only a second for Stephanie to grasp the full meaning of his statement.
"Find out like this? Find out what, exactly? What is going on? How long has this--whatever the hell you call this--been going on?" Stephanie cried out.
Stacy chose to chime in: "I hate to break it to you, but it's been ever since Hunter found out about your little baby lie. You know, that there actually was no baby? Got to hand it to you Steph, that one is a classic. What did you think? Did you think he would just not notice that it's nine months later and hey! There's no baby?! That was beyond pathetic."
She should tell him. She should tell him about their baby and watch him dump this blonde bunny like the plague she was, Stephanie deliberated. Her mouth opened to tell him he was going to be a father, but she realized she didn't want to tell him like this. It should be one of the best moments of their lives, something to be celebrated, and remembered, but to have it remembered connected with this event, she couldn't bear it. She couldn't do it. She didn't want to use it to make Hunter drop Stacy, she wanted him to do it of his own volition. But one thing was for certain: Someday Stacy Keibler would be sorry she had ever even heard the name Stephanie McMahon- Helmsley, much less that she had screwed her husband.
The look that was emanating from Stephanie's face sent chills down Stacy's back but she shrugged it off. There was nothing Stephanie could do to her. She was out of the WWF, she had now power there any more, and now she didn't have Hunter. There was nothing the witch could do to her, Stacy thought jubilantly. And for a second she was exceedingly happy about that because if looks could kill...well, Stephanie had made it an art form.
Hunter spoke again, stepping toward Stephanie. "Look, I didn't set this up for you to see us...like this. I didn't mean for you to get the roses. But you are right about me choosing this hotel because you were in it. I decided to come here for a reason."
"And that reason is--?" Stephanie prompted.
"I came for a divorce. I want to make this separation legal, I want a clean break."
"A clean break?" Stephanie echoed dumbly.
"Yes. Please, just sign the papers. We need to be out of each other's lives. This, this has to be over. I can't keep thinking about yo--about us-- about everything. I just can't take it anymore, and I know you feel the same way--"
"I do?"
"Yeah, don't you?"
"I--I--I--Oh, God..." Stephanie whispered, forcing herself not to cry. She would not cry. She would NOT.
"So just sign the papers, and now that you're not involved in the company anymore, we don't even ever have to see each other again. Don't you see that this is the best solution?" Hunter asked, pleadingly.
"For the best. For the best? Yeah, I see that it would be for the best...so, do you have the papers?" Stephanie asked, still managing to hold it all together.
"No, to tell you the truth, I didn't expect you to agree this quickly, but I'll have them tomorrow. Can I come by your suite tomorrow?"
"Do whatever the hell you want. I don't care anymore." Stephanie said apathetically. She had to leave. She had to just get out of here. She couldn't breathe, and there were black dots just everywhere....she turned for the door and shut it behind her, completely ignoring them both.
After staring at the door for a moment, Hunter threw Stacy's dress at her, saying curtly: "Put some clothes on."
"Why? We're in a great room, we're already half undressed...why not just go all the way for real?" Stacy asked suggestively.
"Oh, God, Stacy, give it up! Go back to your room." Hunter said, sitting on the bed tiredly.
"Well, why not? Your wife thinks we're having an affair, just like you wanted. Why not make it for real?" Stacy asked, picking up Hunter's hand and placing it on her stomach, gratified to see him finally look up at her.