PART 29

Trish slowly pushed open the door to Paul Levesque's hotel room, quietly ushering herself inside and closing the door behind her. She hated just waltzing in like that, but she had knocked three times and got no answer, only to discover that the door was already open. Her eyes scanned the room quickly, seeing no signs of the Heavyweight Champion. An unwelcome chill crept up her spine as she cautiously searched throughout the seemingly empty hotel suite. She couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right.

Ignoring the bad feeling she was getting in the pit of her stomach, Trish reminded herself that this was for Randy. After this, she could have him back, and have him to herself. Her eyes wandered a bit more, before finally settling on the closed bedroom door. Taking a deep breath, she headed over to it, wincing each time the floor creaked beneath her feet.

She stood before the large wooden door, grasping the handle with her shaky hand. Then, she pushed it open, heading into the dark bedroom, the voices in her head immediately beckoning her to turn back. She turned her back to the room, and just as she was about to walk away, a dim light switched on.

"I'm glad you decided to show," the gruff voice that could only belong to Paul Levesque called, causing Trish to stop dead in her tracks. She squinted into the dim-litted room, recognizing Paul, who was sitting in a chair at a table not far from the bed.

"Yeah, well, let's just get this over with, okay?" Trish requested, her eyes nervously darting about. She was already extremely anxious, and extremely worried that things would not go as she expected.

"Calm down honey, I'm in no rush," Paul replied. He tilted his head towards the chair across the table from him. "Have a seat."

Her fear masked by her curiosity, Trish nodded slowly. She made her way over to him, taking the seat across from him. As she was seated, she could practically feel the holes he was staring into her. She shuddered instinctively, the lethargic gaze he had locked on her causing the uneasiness in her stomach to boil over, forming a lump in her throat.

"So, Trish..." Paul began, regarding Trish as though she were an employee of his, or something to that effect. "I take it since you showed, you're willing to do some negotiating. I'm sure you know that I can't just *give* Randy to you."

"Yes, I know that, Paul," she replied, unable to keep her eyes from rolling emphatically into her head. "But from now on, lets not refer to these 'negotiations' as such. I don't appreciate you regarding Randy as a thing. Lets just cut to the chase and get to what you want."

Paul chuckled at Trish's forwardness, placing his hands on the table and folding them. He eyed her in silence for a moment, a bit surprised that the fear that had been so visible in her eyes only a few minutes ago had since diminished.

"Alright then, I'll get right to it. Let me first make it clear to you just how crucial Randy is to Evolution and, more importantly, to me. I wouldn't want you thinking my demands are outrageous," he said with a smirk. Trish simply rolled her eyes again, sighing heavily.

"Just how crucial is he, Paul?" she asked, her tone less than interested.

"You see, Trish, you've managed to fall in love with a future legend... a future Paul Levesque, if you will," he quipped with a wink. "I've been searching for years to find someone whom I could model after myself. When I'm done wrestling, I wanted my legacy to live on through, which is why I've spent so much time and energy working to mold him. If I were to part with him now, I'd have to start all over again. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"Yes, Paul, I understand," Trish replied flatly, crossing her legs under the table. "Unfortunately, you'll have to find someone else to do your 'molding' with. I still want Randy back, and I'm willing to do whatever it takes."

"I'm glad you say that," Levesque remarked, his eyes gleaming. "Because all I want is one thing," he said, waving his index finger in the air.

"And that would be?" Trish questioned, a forced smile etched across her face.

"You."

Trish arched her eyebrow at his short response. Her?

"Excuse me?" she asked, confusion glazing over her features. Paul's grin widened as he reached across the table, laughing to himself when she yanked out of his grasp.

"Don't play innocent with me, Trish. We're both adults here, and you know how this works. All I'm asking for is one night; no commitments, no regrets. Then, Randy is all yours, and I'll deliver that message to him personally," he explained.

A disgusted groan escaped Trish's lips as she pushed her seat away from the table, glaring at Paul in a shocked disbelief. Her jaw dropped as she watched him stare her down... that pig was actually licking his lips. He really thought she would sleep with him! She crossed her arms in front of her, all of a sudden feeling very naked.

"To put it lightly, Paul... I'd rather die," she responded.

"Oh, don't worry sweetheart... that could easily be arranged," he replied, his tone deathly serious.

Trish's eyes widened at his comment, and she swallowed hard, taking a deep breath. The way he was staring at her, the hungriness in his eyes practically devouring her, made her feel incredibly dirty. Adam was right... she never should have come.

Turning her head to the door, Trish silently estimated the distance to it, knowing it wouldn't be long till she had to make a run for it. Very slowly, she rose from her seat, keeping her gaze locked on Levesque should he decide to make any sudden movements. She took a step towards the door.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Paul warned, causing the blonde woman to stop in her tracks.

She drew her gaze back to Paul, and the burly man laughed as he saw what he made out to be a tear building in her eyes.

"Paul, stop. I'll... I'll get Randy back myself... there is *no* way I'd lower myself to your level," she said, her words strong and firm despite how terrified she felt.

Paul jumped up from his seat, pushing his chair into the table so roughly he almost knocked it over. Trish gasped as he approached her, her legs trembling but not moving, as she was too scared to move. She thought back to when she'd examined the distance to the door, determining that she could make it out if she ran. She turned away, taking one swift step towards the door, and then, she froze.

The terror in her eyes intensified as, from the darkest corners of the room, Dave Batista and Ric Flair emerged, the three members of Evolution closing in on her.