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Chapter 3
The spring in Stacy's step and the smile that threatened to split her face in two were unmistakable as she searched the arena for the right room.
The night previous could not have been more perfect.
Randy had proposed.
No one knew of their engagement yet. She wanted to make sure that he knew first.
This morning she had woken up to a room full of roses—24 bouquets to be exact.
In her life, she'd never been so completely swept off her feet. Not by David, not by Andrew.
Only Randy.
Randy Orton. Randy Orton. Randy Orton. She felt like a kid—writing his name everywhere. Mrs. Randy Orton. Mrs. Keibler-Orton. Mrs. Orton. She knew it was childish, but she couldn't help it.
After she had awoken they made love. He was so gentle, so caring. Just thinking about the things he did to her made her feel light-headed. She didn't used to believe in that missing your 'other half' crap and bullshit about soul mates, but with Randy, it just felt right.
Stacy had never been so happy.
And she had one person to thank it for.
Her grin widened as she knocked on the door.
As soon as the door opened, Stacy leapt into his arms.
"You old bastard," Stacy said wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing his cheek.
Hunter felt a wave of heat overcome him. Usually he was so in control, but there was something about Stacy, he'd like to think it was her purity, her complete sincerity, which almost made him forget himself.
"What's all this about?" Hunter asked grinning as he rested his arms on her hips, enjoying the feel of being this close to her.
Stacy kissed his other cheek and looked into his eyes. "I'm in love with Randy. And it's all thanks to you."
The mention of Randy's name from her mouth set him on edge, but as always, he hid his emotions well. After all, his plan was set. It was only a matter of time.
"You deserve happiness Stace." Hunter said.
Stacy rested her cheek against his chest. "You made me believe it. After Andrew I—"
Hunter cupped her cheek and tipped her face to look at him. "Don't think about him Stace, you've got Randy now and you're happy."
Stacy smiled, "I am Hunter, I am. If you hadn't told me I was an idiot for not going after him…God, Randy makes me so happy." Stacy blubbered. "And, there's something," she turned to look at him.
"Yes?" Hunter prodded.
Stacy closed her eyes as she said her next words, "I'm getting married."
Hunter's eyes widened in surprise. He hadn't expected this, not this soon at least, and once again he held his mask. "Are you serious?"
"Of course I'm serious Hunter," Stacy said grinning as she held up her hand to show him her ring.
Hunter looked to appraise the ring, as though he actually gave a damn, "As long as you're happy," Hunter said returning a matching grin though he felt like vomiting..
"You're the best, Hunter." Stacy said and she meant it. Hunter was the best. He'd been so good to her. She was so glad to have a friend like him. "And don't tell anyone, especially Randy, but he's going to ask you to be his best man, but you didn't hear it from me, so be sure to act surprised."
Hunter gave a slight chuckle, "Speaking of Randy, where is he in all this excitement?" Hunter asked.
"In the locker room. I told him I wanted to tell you personally."
"Oh really?"
"You should be honored, you're the first one to find out." Stacy said smugly.
"I am honored." Hunter said, not minding the lie, he'd been lying most of his life, what was one more in the grand scheme of things? There would be more to come, and he'd start with this one. "You know, I think you guys are gonna make it," Hunter said with a casual shrug.
Stacy rolled her eyes, "Gee Hunt, thanks for your vote of confidence."
"Oh, it's what I live for," Hunter replied with a small smirk. "Now go back to your man and let everyone else hear the good news."
Hunter guided her towards the door and held it open for her. For a moment, Hunter felt a twinge of regret for what he was planning to do. He did like Randy, after all, he'd hand-picked him to be in Evolution. But Hunter never let friendship get in the way of his goals. And ultimately guilt would be nothing but a fleeting emotion. This feeling would pass and he would finally get what he deserved.
"Thank you, Hunter. You're so good to me," Stacy said as she held his hand.
Perhaps she would feel different if she had seen the feral glint in his eyes.
Trish Stratus pulled her gym bag out of her locker, watching curiously as a slip of paper fell out of it.
It was an envelope.
Eyebrows furrowed, she opened it. It was a note accompanied with a plastic card.
Trish felt her blood freeze and her breathe shorten.
What the fuck was this all about?
"You good to go?" Adam asked sporting a grin, looking forward to their date.
"I can't, something just came up," Trish said, feigning a tone of urgency in her voice as she shouldered her gym bag on her left shoulder. In her right hand she clutched the note tightly as if she were holding on to it for dear life.
"What happened?" Adam said, trying to keep in step with her as Trish was seemingly running out of the arena.
"I can't."
"Can't what?"
"I just can't."
"I'll give you a ride," Adam offered.
Trish stopped, prompting Adam to do the same. "No, I'll be fine."
"Will you?" Adam asked, his eyes full of concern.
"Yes." Trish said instantly, but she knew she was lying. She kept on walking, leaving Adam in the middle of the hallway.
Adam looked on, unable to say anything as Trish strode briskly down the hallway and out of his line of vision.
