Title: When Reality Strikes
"I really don't have a choice in listening to you or not do I?" Mark smiles at me and shakes his head. "So let's just say I run out of this room?" Mark starts to walk towards me. "Then darlin I would chase you into the hallway and throw you over my shoulder and bring you right back here. I'm starting to lose my patience and we don't want that happening again now do we?" Instead of answering him I walk back towards my bed and sit down. When Mark tries to join me I point to the chair across the room. "You may be forcing me to listen to you but that doesn't mean I have to sit next to your ass either."
Mark goes and sits in the chair. I cross my arms over my chest and glare at him. "Anytime you would like to start talking would be great?" When Mark starts to growl at me I growl right now. "Ok first off I am going to explain this to you again. Tiffany is not my girlfriend. It gets lonely on the road and I had been feeling frustrated for a while so she was willing and I don't see anything wrong with that. She's just a warm body to me." God he's such a pig. "So is this your way of explaining all of the times you've kissed me? I was just a warm body and you were horny?"
"Woman can you keep your mouth shut for more then five minutes?" I pretend to zip my mouth up and throw away the key. "If only it was that easy to get you to shut up Erica. Anyway you're a totally different story then Tiffany. She means nothing to me." I lift my eyebrow at him. Is this his way of saying I mean something to him? " With you, hell you drive me crazy. I admit it. Half the time I'm not sure if I want to kill you or kiss the hell out of you. I don't know where these feelings are coming from and I don't know what they mean. But the one thing I know I can admit is that I want you. I want you in bed." Did it just get hot in here?
I raise my hand for permission to speak. Mark chuckles and nods at me. "If you want me in your bed like you say then why did you call me a bitch and say you thought I was ugly?" I know I sound like an insecure teenager but I just can't help it. "Erica are you telling me the entire time we've known each other you haven't called me a name or two?" I bit my lip and shake my head. "That's exactly what I'm talking about. Once you were home I realized how much I had come to depend on you in such a short time. Everyone else Vince sent my way didn't measure up to you. If I yelled at them they would cower in the corner. You would just yell right back at me and I need that. So when I met Tiffany I would bitch about you trying to convince myself I didn't need your help. So yes I did call you a bitch but I'm sure you've called me worse."
When I go to open my mouth again Mark interrupts me. "As for me saying you were unattractive that's a little more involved. From the minute I saw you during Wrestlemania weekend I wanted you. Then before I knew it we were working together. We shared a few kisses before you were gone and I thought that would have been enough to get you out of my system but I was wrong. My body was aching and it could only be satisfied by you. And since you weren't here I found Tiffany. Normally I'm not into the ring rats but like I said I was aching. And after every time I slept with Tiffany I was hoping the ache would be gone but instead I would be left wishing she was you. Of course since I couldn't have you I bitched about you and said I thought you were unattractive. But I didn't mean any of it."
Oh lord he wants me and wants me badly. "Well now I'm done talking so if you want to yell or scream or kick me out of your room go right ahead." I get up wordlessly and walk over to the door. Mark takes this as me throwing him out but when I turn the lock his mouth drops open in shock. "Now darlin I hope I'm reading you the right way but if I'm not then you better tell me now." I pull off my tank top and throw it across the room. "Was that an easy enough clue for you?" Mark rips his shirt off and is across the room before I can blink. He picks me up and throws me on the bed. "You better find something to hold onto darlin because it's going to be a rough ride." I smirk at him. "Like the Rock says just bring it."
The next morning I roll over and wince at the soreness between my legs but then I remember what caused the pain and I smile. I open my eyes and realize I'm in bed alone. I sit up and call out Mark's name but then I see his clothes are gone. I guess he didn't want to get the gossip mill running so he left early. I lean over and call his room. When I hear Tiffany pick up I slam the receiver down. That bastard he thinks he can have his cake and eat it too. Well I'll show him.