A/N - Hey Guys and Girls, I'm back after a whole month in America, which was great by the way. I hope I haven't kept you to long with this update. There are more in the works which I will hopefully be starting on tomorrow, so sit back, enjoy and have a read. Don't forget to tell me what you think. Later.

Chris could have stared into Stephanie's eyes for hours until he started to get bored. To him she had the brightest, most mesmerising blue eyes he had ever had the chance to get lost in. If he stared long enough into them he was sure he would drown willingly for several lifetimes. He sighed in disgust, he needed to stop obsessing over her. She had betrayed him when he had saw her kiss Randy. The hurt he had felt witnessing that had gone right to his heart and he silently wondered to himself when he had became such a sappy bastard over a woman. It wasn't just any woman though, he justified to himself. It was Stephanie McMahon. A woman he had lusted after for such a long time he couldn't even remember.

Sighing in frustration, he stood from the bed he was brooding in and picked up a t-shirt he thought looked clean up off of the floor. He sighed heavily once again and left his hotel room heading for the lifts at the end of the corridor. As he stood there waiting for it to arrive, Chris silently seethed over the events of last week; he hadn't expected to see what he had when he had turned the corner. The image of Stephanie in Randy's arms, kissing, seemed to continuously play through his mind, like it was on repeat, haunting him. He hated dwelling on the fact that he had been thrown off his game by a woman. It wasn't like it was anything serious with Stephanie, it was just a bit of fun, he told himself, wasn't it?

In front of him the doors opened and Chris sighed in relief. As he was just about to step into it, he looked up and noticed the only other occupant was none other than Randy Orton himself, Chris glared murderously at him fuming furiously inside. Chris gripped his hands at his side, dangerously close to punching the ass clown in front of him, but instead sneered at him one last time before turning on his heel and heading to the hotel's stairs. Silently promising himself that he would get Randy sooner or later, where he saw him next or in the ring. As he pulled opened the door to the stairwell and began his descent of the stairs, he wondered if his day could get any worse, his week was already crappy, what would another day added to it make any difference?

Halfway down he got his answer, because none other than Stephanie McMahon was slowly making her way up them. He silently noted to himself that she looked tired and shattered; he wanted to ask her if she was ok, but forced himself to keep quiet, he shouldn't care anymore, but so help him, he did. He slowed his walk until he came to a stop in front of her. Stephanie looked up for the first time and took note of who was in front of her. Her eyes brightened as she saw Chris, but the smile that should accompany them never came to her face.

"Chris," she acknowledged, he voice soft and his name floating from her lips, or so he thought.

"Stephanie," he too acknowledged her, but with a almost emotionless tone of voice. As Stephanie heard it she sighed, knowing he'd never listen to her.

"I know you don't want to hear it but..." she started only to be interrupted.

"Listen Stephanie, I don't care, ok? I just don't care. You can go kiss anyone you like, God knows how many you actually have, you can't get oral herpes now can you? I knew I should have looked somewhere else for someone to date, but we all know how easy you are and I thought it wouldn't take long to get you into bed. But to know that you actually kissed Randy as well, that's just not for me. I don't like sloppy seconds, so I'm glad I found out what I did when I did, because it saved me a whole lot of bother!" Chris informed her with a cruel smile, but as he saw her face crumple he wanted nothing more than to take those words back.

"That's fine Chris, call me what you want. I know I've tried to apologies, many times. It's not my fault that you're too pig headed to actually listen to what I have to say," she told him with a grievous tone.

"Well it's good that we have that out of our systems now," Chris told her with a fake smile. "Now we can forget that little tryst we had and go our separate ways. Far, far away from each other. I like the sound of that, don't you?" he told her with false enthusiasm. "Later Stephanie," Chris finished, side stepping her and continuing his decent to the main lobby.

"Goodbye Chris," Stephanie whispered out to him, as he disappeared. She slowly turned around and made her way up the stairwell, her face the perfect picture of misery.

Chris made his way to the hotel's restaurant; he needed alcohol, he needed it fast. As he entered the restaurant he spotted an empty seat right at the bar. He made his way over there and planted himself on top of the bar stool. He was glad it was at least a little bit comfortable, because he planned on sitting on it till he could no longer stand.

He motioned the bartender over. "Whiskey straight up, and keep them coming. You see this glass go empty, you get your ass over and fill it quick, you hear me?" Receiving a nod for his answer, Chris smiled at the bartender and downed his drink in one gulp, coughing in the aftermath of the alcohol as it burned his throat. Slamming the glass on top of the bar, the bartender filled it up again and Chris drank it again like it was a shot of tequila. Why not start as he meant to go on, was his last coherent thought?

Numerous glasses of whiskey later Chris still sat at the bar, only now he wasn't exactly sober, but he wasn't near being paralytic either. He still had enough sense around him to figure out where he was, and that Mike, the bartender hadn't filled his glass up since he had drank its contents five minutes earlier. Just as he was about to shout Mike over a leggy blonde slid into the seat next to him, blocking Mike's view of him. Chris already didn't like her, that and the fact that her perfume stunk the air surrounding them. Had she covered herself with the whole bottle, Chris silently wondered? She turned to him and smiled. Chris screwed up his nose in distaste, if he had to describe her he'd have to say she looked like Stacey Keibler, but with Trish's chest, and much more of a slut.

"Hi I'm Misha," She told him, putting her hand out for him to shake, which Chris totally dismissed.

"How nice for you," he replied, barely interested.

"Would you like to buy me a drink?" Misha asked sweetly, causing Chris to look at her like she was demented.

"Actually," Chris slurred slightly. "No I wouldn't. What I would like though, is to reverse time, so a certain brunette wouldn't have kissed a total dick. I would also like, for you to remove your skanky ass out of my personal space, so I could actually breathe without having to choke on your God-awful perfume. I would also love another drink, but it doesn't look like ANY of them will be happening soon, so if you'll excuse me," he finished off as he stood up and unsteadily walked away from the bar and out of the restaurant, leaving the girl to gape at his words and then watch as he left her to sit alone in the bar.

Chris unsteadily walked towards the elevator, and waited for it to come; he didn't think he could manage the stairs this time. As it opened he stepped in and waited for the ping to indicated it was now going up. He blanched as he felt the content of his stomach churn inside as the elevator slowly travelled up. Maybe he shouldn't have drank that much, was the only thing he could think on his ride up. When the doors opened he gladly stepped out and leant against the wall in the hall.

As he was resting there, he lifted his head up and noticed Randy walking down the hall with a girl. He looked closer and his eyes narrowed, that wasn't Steph, it was some other girl. How dare he cheat on Stephanie, was the only thought that went through Chris's mind. He straightened up and made his way towards Randy, who was to preoccupied with the girl, to notice Chris charge at him. By the time he looked up it was too late, Chris reached out to him and grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pushed him roughly up against the wall behind him. The girl screamed, but Chris paid her no attention.

"Chr...Chris, what the hell are you doing?" Randy asked surprised by what was happening.

"What the hell am I doing? What in the hell are YOU doing? How dare you go out with this bitch when you have Stephanie! Do you know how lucky you are?" Chris seethed openly, a second away form smacking Randy.

"What are you talking about?" Randy questioned in confusion.

"Don't pretend to not know, I saw you guys kissing! Don't try and tell me that you don't have anything going on!" Chris told him, which in turn caused Randy to laugh. "You really aren't in the position to be finding this funny Randy, if you haven't noticed," Chris informed him dangerously.

"Oh man," Randy said. "Hunter got you good!" he exclaimed, causing Chris's face to cloud over in confusion and loosen his grip on Randy. "Oh what, you don't understand? Hunter paid me good money to kiss her man! Who knew she was so talented with her mouth! It was so funny though, she was so shocked! I mean she had no idea what the hell was going on! Now dude, how about letting me go huh? I got a lady waiting, which is more than I can say for you," Randy finished off with a smirk, which quickly left his face as Chris's fist connected with his jaw and sent him to the floor.

"You're pathetic! Where the fuck do you get off messing with people's lives like that? You stay the hell away from us or I swear I'll kill you!" Chris threatened angrily, and then turned and walked away leaving Randy laying in a heap on the floor.

Randy's words echoed through his mind, Hunter had paid Randy good money for him to see Randy kissing Stephanie. He cursed Hunter, wishing the man great harm in the future. His hazy mind cleared and the only thoughts that were left were of Stephanie. She had no idea what had happened. Over the past week she had tried to apologize, numerous times, but he had walked away every time. Well shit, came to his mind, he had said those degrading things to her, God what an ass he was!

He had to say sorry, explain to her what was happening. Now. He made his way to her hotel room, it was easy to remember what room she was in, it was always the same. As he reached room 845, he knocked frantically on the door. Getting no answer he tried again only louder this time.

"Alright!" was the impatient yell through the door, seconds later the door in front of him opened and a sleepy Stephanie stood in front of him. "Chris," she asked confused. "What are you doing here?"

"Can I come in?" he asked hopefully.

"Um, yeah I guess." she told him before he brushed past her and into her room.

"Steph, I need to," he started. "Hunter...Randy...it was a set up." he stuttered out through his alcohol state mind. "I.." he started but threw up his hands in aggravation, at not being able to say the proper words.

"Chris what happened to your hand?" Stephanie asked, but before he could answer, "Lay on the bed I'll go and get the first aid kit," she instructed as she went to the bathroom. As she came out Chris was on her bed with his eyes closed. She slowly went up to him and called his name. When he opened his eyes she knelt down beside him. "Give me your hand." He did. "How did you do this?" she wondered.

"It's not important," he told her as she finished fixing him up. He slowly reached out and cupped her face with his hand. "You're beautiful, you know that?" he told her tiredly.

"And you're drunk," Stephanie stated.

"Yeah, but I'm not blind," Chris countered.

"Go to sleep Chris," she told him.

"Only if you sleep with me," he asked looking at her as he moved over in the bed making room for her. "Please?"

"Ok," was all she said as she climbed in next to him and then felt his arm cover her and pull her closer to him.

"Goodnight Steph." Chris whispered to her.

"Night Chris." Stephanie whispered back.